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I grinned and kissed her lips, sharing the taste of her pussy with her. She moaned against me and wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me closer.

"It's about to get even better," I told her. Shoving my jeans down, and off, I settled between her splayed thighs.

She reached for me, but I grabbed her wrists and held them above her head in one hand while I used the other to guide my cock to her entrance. I was so hard it would only take a tug or two from her and I'd end up coming all over her pussy instead of deep inside her like I wanted to.

My eyes drifted shut as I pushed my way into her welcoming body. She was so tight I had to think of something else or I'd end up embarrassing myself. This woman had ruined me for anyone else and she didn't even know it. The only reason I'd had so many partners over the years was because none of them could compare. They always left me feeling hollow and yearning.

I began moving, pumping my hips against hers as our moans filled the air around us. Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper inside. My lips found hers again as I kissed her with all my pent up emotions.

It might have been wishful thinking, but there was a frantic edge to her movements. I liked to think she was trying to convey the same feelings that were raging inside of me.

Her pussy squeezed around me and I gritted my teeth. It wasn't time yet. It wouldn't be until Brando was pounding on that door. Until then I was going to force my girl to feel every drop of that pleasure she'd asked for. She was going to regret the teasing comment.

My hand slid down between us, finding her clit and rubbing it in circles as I continued to thrust inside of her. Her gasps and groans were echoing throughout the room.

I knew for a fact the other two could hear everything that was happening, but that just made it that much hotter. I couldn't wait until we were all three fucking her. My dick kicked in response to the sexy fantasy that flashed in my mind.

"Darro," she panted. "Stop. I'm going to-" She didn't finish because a strangled groan took over as she came again.

It took every fiber of my being to keep from hurtling over that edge. That hot wet cunt was milking me, asking for my cum. And fuck did I want to fill her up, but not yet. Snapping my hips forward, I fucked her hard.

"I can't," she whispered. "I can't again, Darro."

"You can. You will," I bit out between clenched teeth. "One more time, Catalina."

She shook her head back and forth, but I ignored it as I rubbed faster circles over her clit. My cock plunged deep inside of her, hitting that spot I knew would send her over the edge. I wasn't entirely sure she was finished coming from the last time, but I didn't give a shit. I wanted to break her. To force her to realize that she was mine. She'd always been mine. And soon, she'd be ours. If she thought I was going to let her walk away, she didn't know the kind of man I'd become.

Her pussy started to flutter again as her moans grew louder and higher pitched. Her legs tightened around me, pulling me deeper inside. Then she screamed out my name as she came again. This time it was too much for me to hold back. With three more hard thrusts, I buried myself deep inside and came so hard my vision blurred around the edges.

I blinked away the memories as I stared at Catalina. She had no idea how much I still loved her, or how badly I wanted her back in my life. How badly all three of us needed her.

CHAPTER 29

Brando

Nodding, I motioned with my hand for Boykov's team to split off and go down the left hallway. Between him and Matvey we'd found the building the Raleka were using to commit their atrocities. Like rats, they were hiding and growing in numbers. It was time to take them out and make sure they couldn't terrorize anyone again. I'd kill whoever I had to, and we'd imprison the rest.

The building was fucking huge, but it was buried in a part of town no one would even think to look in. It wasn't near the docks, or the railyard. It wasn't close to an airport. No. It was hidden amongst the elite here in the city. It was surrounded by mansions and gardens. And it looked like it was a building meant for a billionaire's toys. Boats and cars and maybe even a plane. Instead, it held captives. If their neighbors had any idea of what happened within these walls, they'd be horrified.

Tyler and Frye's teams were back with us, but this time we had Matvey and his Bratva army. No one was going to escape our wrath. Another hand gesture sent Tyler, Frye, and their teams down the right side of the building. I wasn't about to let Matvey or his men out of my sight, but that didn't mean I didn't appreciate having them here. They gave us the numbers we needed to stand against the Raleka.

I already knew we weren't getting out of here without a firefight. It was inevitable. That didn't mean I was going to allow the Bratva to run through this place blindly. I didn't want anything to accidentally happen to the women. Moans and grunts echoed in the air and I frowned in disgust. They'd set a portion of the building up as a brothel. Though I wasn't sure that was the right word for it, since the women weren't here of their own volition.

Semyon, the leader of the Raleka, was going to know exactly how these women felt if he made it to prison. I was going to make sure of it. I knew enough men on the inside of the prison systems to ensure he wasn't protected. Even if I had to pay to make it happen, he was going to know every ounce of pain and fear these women had. Nowhere would be safe for him. He wouldn't be able to deny any of the other prisoners their...affections. I'd make his sentence, however long it was, a nightmare, though my preference would be to kill him. The world didn't need scumbags like him. It would just depend on how everything went down. If he made one wrong move, I'd wipe him off the face of the planet without a moment's hesitation.

As hard as it was to leave the women in those rooms, we crept by without interrupting. To do so would raise the alarm before we were ready. Boykov left four of his men behind, waiting outside the doors. They would kill the men inside and see that the women made it safely outside once we made our move. Tyler's team would find the other women here and do the same while Frye and his guys backed them up.

The rest of us would converge on the men inside this building and make them regret ever being born. For most, that meant death. I doubted they were going down without a fight. For Semyon and his higher ups, being stripped of everything they'd made wouldn't be that much of an inconvenience. They'd just start over again somewhere else. I wasn't about to let that happen.

I was fully focused on the job at hand because Cat was back at the safe house with four of our men inside and four of Boykov's outside. She hadn't begged to come along, which surprised, and pleased me. She was willing to let us handle this in her stead. Not that she had the ability to take on an operation this size. Of any size really. But she would have found a way, just to protect the women here. She had a heart of gold even if she tried to hide it behind her quick temper.

Static crackled in my ear as someone got on the radio.

"Women are located. Ready to move them out on your command, Brando."

It was Tyler. I tapped the button to activate the mic attached to my earpiece. We were all wearing them, including the Bratva, courtesy of Boykov and the SVR. "Frye. Boykov. Ready?" Boykov had graciously handed over control of this operation to me. He knew that we wouldn't be here without me, Suave, and Weaver.

"Da."

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