Filthy (The Five Points' Mob Collection, #1)

by Serena Akeroyd

To many, she wouldn’t be sexy. Too pale, too curvy, too rounded and wholesome. But to me? It was like God had formed a creature that was born to be my downfall.

“Hope you wore a rubber. I swear that woman has so many men going in and out of her door, it should be on double-action

She’d go that color, I knew, when she came.

You can get on your fucking knees and sort out the hard-on you just caused.

I almost growled at the thought because the image of her on her knees, my cock in her small fist, her dainty mouth opening to take the tip.

Slowly, in minute increments, I pushed home, and only when I felt it did I realize what the fuck I was touching. Her hymen.

Then, he thrust into me, and the word that escaped his lips seared itself to my eardrums. It ricocheted through my body. Rattling around inside my skull because even though it was only one simple word, it made no sense. “Mine,” he whispered as he pushed into me.

I’d never called someone mine before, but Aoife was. There was no way in fuck I was letting her go now I knew she’d only ever taken my cock. Shit like that in my world was sacred. Virgins weren’t women you fucked and left behind. You didn’t pull a coyote ugly on them and sneak out of their bed the next day. You put a ring on their finger. You made them your wife, and you put your babies in their bellies.

When she whimpered, guilt flooded me, and she curled onto her side like she was ashamed. That made me mad, but I didn’t take it out on her. I’d treated her like a common slut, and now it was time to make amends.

“This pussy is mine, isn’t it, Aoife?” I breathed against her mouth as I settled my cock between her spread lips, feeling the molten heat and wanting to sob that bare skin wasn’t touching bare skin.

“It is,” she whimpered. “All yours.” “Always mine?” I demanded. “A-Always,” she mewled.

My father had been a cunt. Handy with his fists and other things. . . . I couldn’t think back to that time. Wouldn’t. When I did, the nightmares would start, and I was too fucking old for them now.

Aidan was the only one who knew what my father had done to me;

was the only one I’d shared that part of my past with.

“Your pleasure is mine,” he ground out, bracketing my head with his forearms as he pumped into me. “I own it, and I own you, Aoife.”

“Say it, Aoife, say it. Tell me you’re mine.” “I’m yours!” I yelled.

“Marry me, Aoife.”

“M-Marry you?”

no question of what my answer would be as I told him, “Yes.”

Magdalena liked her, though. I saw that. She kept looking between me and Aoife, a sparkle in her eyes whenever our gazes clashed.

but I knew enough to know I’d want her. Until I took my last breath,

Conor stated, “I swear, you two are so pussy-whipped,” Lena called out, “Better to have a pussy than no pussy at all.” Conor glowered at her. “I have girlfriends.” “Imaginary ones,” Lena retorted sweetly. “Let’s face it, sweet boy, you can’t get laid by a computer.”

“Me, either,” I admitted. “Can see why, though,” he stated. “She’s good people,” Eoghan added. “Anyone can see that.”

Well, I thought, there was something bright and beautiful in mine now.