Page 91 of Wreck Me

“You only took my ass last night.”

“And your mouth. Well, the way it went down, it was more like you stuffing my cock deep all on your own, trying to wreck that talented throat for me.”

“You know what I mean,” she said, her cheeks heating.

“You’re saying your cunt is feeling lonely?”

She trembled. “God, you have a way with your dirty words.”

My smirk widened. “I know.”

She pulled out of my hold and then she surprised me as she pulled my tee up over her head, baring her sexy body in one go.

“Fuck me.”

“That’s the idea,” she said in what I called her sex voice of hers that sent a jolt of need straight to my dick.

Before I could get another word out, she turned and ran.

I was bolting after her in the next second.

I caught up to her just as she was halfway up the stairs.

She squealed as she registered me right behind her.

I slapped her ass and she pushed back against my hand, then tried to bolt again.

I angled my hand and smacked her cunt, my fingers drenched in a second, she was so wet.

Lunging at her, I threw her over my shoulder in a fireman lift, slapping her ass as I took the stairs two at a time with her, even more desperate now to get to the shower and descend on her. Her moans, shrieks and giggles were the sweetest music as I carried her.

She squirmed as I reached under her and started rubbing her cunt.

“Mmm, so wet, so desperate to be fucked like my filthy little whore.”

“Yes! Hell, yes!” she cried, no longer hiding even an ounce of her need.

Fuck, yeah.

All bets were off now.

14

~Caspian ~

I frowned as I studied the video Dante Mancini had just sent me.

Bodies were dropped in a mess of blood and flesh surrounding an empty warehouse space as Dante came into view, being followed by a guy decked out in heavy-duty tactical gear and armed to the teeth. I recognized him as none other than Flynn Waterstone, the leader of a notorious mercenary outfit.

I hadn’t done business with him directly, as I didn’t entrust those sorts of sensitive operations to outsiders. Dante wasn’t known for doing that either, so what was happening here?

The timestamp put this footage from a couple of days ago. He’d sent it via secure message with just the subject line, “Proof.” No other explanation.

I continued to watch as Dante slickly undid the buttons of his Hugo Boss suit and turned to face Waterstone, the new angle he’d taken enabling me to see both of their expressions at the same time.

“I’ve got confirmation that the arms shipment is ahead of schedule. There will only be two targets to take once it arrives, then you’ll be home free. The contents of Bane’s transport will be yours.”

“And everyone within this warehouse was disposed of? None escaped?” Dante asked.

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