Page 25 of Flames of Ruin

I gently tug on her sensitive clit, pulling and pinching, “Ohhh, you thought I was going to let you come after acting like that? For another man?”

She whimpers and grinds her hips into my hand. Her neediness is sending me over the edge.

Gripping her hips once more, I shove my cock inside her tight pussy, working her over again. I fuck her hard and fast, bringing her to the edge of release, and then I deliberately slow my movements to bring her back down from her ecstasy.

I continue this torturous process until her hands are gripping at mine, her nails digging into my skin. Our gazes lock when I look into the vanity mirror. Her beautiful face is glistening with sweat and her cheeks are flushed. With each forceful thrust of my hips, her full breasts bounce, fighting against the lace fabric of her lingerie.

“Please, Drake. Let me come. I’m right there! God, Fuck!”

I lean over her again, “If I let you come on my cock, CiCi, you’re mine and I’m going to fill your cunt.”

“Yes! Fuck. Yes, please!”

With one last thrust, I can feel her muscles tighten around me as she spills over the edge, crying out my name.

My entire body seizes, muscles tightening, and my hips stutter as I feel myself detonate like a dangerous bomb inside her.

With my cock still pulsing inside her, I pull her body to me, her back to my chest, wrapping one arm around her.

Giggling, she leans her head against my chest. “Did you get your anger out, Mr. Bad?”

I sigh into her hair, kissing the side of her head, “Woman. I have a feeling I’ll be doing that a lot with you.”

Chapter eleven

Drake

“Put your clothes on.” I order as I readjust myself in my suit.

Flipping her silky hair over her shoulder, she asks, “What? You don’t like this?”

She playfully runs her hand down her neck, gently gliding her hand over the lacy fabric between her breasts, her delicate fingers toying with the cross.

Striding over to her, I catch her wrist with my hand and pull her into me. “No one but me is going to see you in that ever again. Understood?”

She grazes her soft lips against the side of my stubbled jaw. “So bossy,” she whispers.

I let go of her hand as she saunters away, taking care to sway her ass in my direction as she does.

A feeling of warm satisfaction courses through me when I see my red handprints on her skin.

Maybe I should let her walk around like that. Then there would be no question of who she belongs to.

***

When we return to the main bar area, Shado and Miranda are waiting by the designated area where servers pick up their drinks.

“So much for flying under the radar, huh?” Shado scoffs. “Dimitri hauled ass out of here after you went all caveman on her,” he says, pointing at CiCi.

“He hasn’t seen me in thirteen years,” I say in a low voice. “He stays in Boston, away from Edinburgh.”

“I think I know why he’s back.” CiCi’s voice breaks our conversation. Shado and I both turn to stare at her, both of us full of our own questions, but stay quiet and let her speak.

“I didn’t hear all of it, but something is going on regarding the docks. There’s apparently a bidding war for ownership of two-thirds of the docks.”

Miranda looks at me, challenging me, “What, Mr. Almighty, you don’t own those too?” She smirks.

“I had no need for them any longer. The docks are not what I use to conduct my business. Demassi owns one-third. Dimitri is trying to get his hands on a share.” I pause, frustrated. “I should never have relinquished ownership last year.”

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