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nerves.
    “Why didn’t he kiss me?” she said aloud into the empty room. Regret filled her as she thought back to the moment he’d released her and walked away. “Oh fuck, I think I’m in trouble.”
     

Chapter Four
     
    Wednesday had dawned bright in Boston and Conall couldn't appreciate the world around him. His day had been long, it was late, and he was tired. After dealing with all the shit that came his way due to running his own business, while keeping his hands in the mix with his brothers at the same time, he needed to just relax and chill for five minutes.
    His thoughts immediately turned to the woman who’d filled his thoughts all day. Tatiana. Why the hell had he even gone to her house last night? That was a rookie move and he knew it had the potential to backfire. Badly. Nothing good would come from pursuing her. Getting involved with a woman like her could only lead to more trouble. She would never understand what it was like to be him and he wasn’t sure he was up to teaching her.
    His outer shell may seem polished and perfectly put together, but inside was another story. Darkness filled his soul. Everything that was good about him died so long ago. Vileness filled every inch of his veins, pumping through his body like oily sludge. If he inhaled deep enough, he could smell the rotting stench of his soul. His brothers were the only people who truly understood how much he struggled with who he was. And even they didn’t fully understand the depths of who he had become over the years. It was hard work to keep up this facade. That’s why he knew, without any doubt whatsoever, that going to her house had been a mistake.
    But something about her had called to him. Whether it was her spirit or her bravery in approaching him, he wasn’t sure. And even though he knew it was foolish to want her the way he did, he wasn’t willing to back down. Not yet. Standing so close to her last night had made him feel things he hadn’t felt in a long time. It felt good. And like a moth to flame, he couldn’t resist her.
    Looking down at his hands resting in his lap, his legs spread out in his custom-made car, he sighed. More than one man had died by his hands, and there would be more in the coming months. Shame for what he had done in the past, or would need to do in the future was not something he felt. It was a necessary part of his life and he would never pretend otherwise. The public face he showed people was necessary. The carefree, single, eligible bachelor the citizens of Beantown believed served a purpose.
    No one would ever think that he, Conall O’Shea, savvy businessman, who donated to numerous charities, dated some of the most beautiful women in the world, and brother to local bad boy gone politician, was capable of snuffing out a man’s life without blinking an eye.
    He was a bastard through and through. Not by birth, but certainly by deed. He had no business pursuing someone like her. She would never be able to understand the way he lived his life. The reasons why he did the things he did. Her soul seemed so pure. Which is why it bothered the hell out of him as to why he was drawn to her. It didn’t make sense.
    A smirk lifted his lips into a semblance of a smile. Then again, her acceptance of his life was a non-factor. There was no way in hell he was looking for a wife, so it didn’t matter. At the moment, she was simply someone who intrigued him. For now, that would have to do.
    Unbidden, a picture of her from last night entered his mind. The curve of her hips begged for his hands to grab them within his strong grip as he plunged his thick cock inside of her over and over again. Seeing her nipples pebble under her shirt as she stood in front of him, had made his mouth water with the need to suckle her. What would she taste like? Would she moan and whimper with need as he used his mouth to pleasure her? And those lips of hers beckoned him to kiss them, almost pleaded with him to slowly savor the feel