Page 41 of Ferocious Nightmare

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I ledAster to the elevators so quickly, she had to run to keep up with me.

Aster’s plan was working. All the chaos was affecting him. He was frustrated and distracted and showed his hand too early. And we were only getting started.

The pieces were laid out on the board, but there was only one left to strategize out: Marie. We needed to speed things up with her.

I punched the button to the elevator, angry.

The fact that he dared, dared ask for her, the woman I wanted, to "train" and have her produce more children for him could only mean that he had plans for me.

He didn't mean to leave Bourbon alone at all. He meant to get rid of both of us and start over again.

I wondered if he even remembered about my twin brothers, whom he'd deposited in a private school in Atlanta.

From what he'd just demonstrated, my "hooker" mother wasn't good enough to produce heirs fit for his kingdom.

As a person, Aster meant nothing to him. It was only important that she'd come from old mafia blood, Bratva blood. It would legitimize him, in his mind anyhow, and it would also give him something to hold against Nicholi.

He was still holding out on us, but marrying Aster would force him to get into bed with my father.

I grunted in humor at that thought. Maybe we should just leave the two men at it, they could fuck themselves ten times to Tuesday for all I gave a shit.

The door finally dinged open and I pulled Aster inside. Someone had the gall to try and get into the elevator with us. He stumbled backwards so quickly at my barked command to get out, that he fell right on his ass, looking up at us in confusion as the doors closed in his face.

Aster giggled, clasping her hand over her face. "I'm terrible. I shouldn't laugh. And you shouldn’t have been so mean.'

"Fuck that fucker," I answered her, talking both about the guy who fell on his ass and my father.

He'd tried to take her from me.

I turned, my hand going to Aster's throat, and shoved her against the elevator wall.

He'd tried to take her from me.

I caught her look of surprise before I slammed my lips against hers possessively.

There was no way in hell my father was going to take my woman from me.

She gasped in surprise, then wrapped her arms around my neck and jumped up into my arms. I caught her, my hands kneading the flesh of her ass as I obliterated her mouth with my tongue.

Aster belonged to me.

"What are we going to do?" she asked, trying to catch her breath in between kisses.

I slammed her back against the wall again, grinding my hardened dick against her softness. Wishing we were somewhere more private because I needed to sink myself into this woman.

I was done playing games.

She whimpered against me, shifting her hips, like she hated the material of our clothing between us.

I wanted to rip her dress off, tear her panties from her sexy ass, and claim her right here in my father's elevator. Right in front of his security camera to show him that Aster belonged to me.

How dare the fucker ask for her like she was some family heirloom that could be negotiated and passed over.

I growled, fisting my hand in the tresses of her golden red hair, pulling her head back to bury my lips in the soft line of her neck. She whimpered, rocking against me as I tasted her skin, groaning with need.

When the elevator dinged, the doors opening to the bottom floor, I jerked back, setting her down on her four-inch heeled feet. "Not here.” Grabbing her hand, I gave my middle finger to the camera, in case my father ever watched this, then led her out of the building.

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