Page 32 of Dust to Dust

“There are other ways to do it that don’t involve a marriage.”

“You sure didn’t voice that when it was Callum’s cock for the taking.”

“Our position was completely different then, not to mention Callum is the oldest.”

Shaking my head, I replied, “With Bratva breathing down our necks, we need to align ourselves now more than ever.”

When we’d murdered Catererina’s ex fiance, Carmine, it had kicked open a hornet’s nest with Bratva. Carmine had just married his seventeen-year-old daughter off to the son of the Pahkan in Jersey. When Mikita Komarov realized he’d given his first born son to a fucked alliance, he had taken his anger out of us as well as Caterina’s brothers.

“Then let Callum put Kellan and Eamon on the market in our place. Hell, Seamus is only forty-six. He’d make a good alliance when it’s all said and done, not to mention it would do him good to have a wife and family after Elena and Rian’s deaths.”

“They’re fourth and fifth sons. They aren’t as attractive a match as we are as the second and third sons. As for Seamus, you know he’s voiced wanting to find a widow to take care of him.”

Dare sighed. “Don’t you think you’re getting your knickers in a twist for no reason? I mean, has Callum or Seamus even broached the subject of a marriage for you?”

“No.” At Dare’s knowing look, I argued, “But they’ve been busy.”

“Regardless of whether you’re about to be married off, you can still have a little fun with her.”

I shook my head. “Isla isn’t the type just to fuck around with. She’s the kind of girl you settle down with.”

“Is she now?” Dare mused.

“Aye. Because of that, I’m prepared to make it known that she doesn’t ride anybody in the clan’s dick.” I gave him a knowing look. “My brothers included.”

He had the audacity to wink at me. “Like I would ever make a play for her knowing how you feel.”

“I appreciate that.”

A wicked gleam burned in his eyes. “That’s not to say I won’t be thinking of her the next time I wank off.”

I shoved him so hard he fell out of his chair. “Bastard,” I muttered under my breath as he chuckled on the floor.

Once Isla’s dance was over and I’d left Dare laughing at my expense, I made my way back to my office. As I walked over to my desk, my thoughts weren’t about the growing Bratva threat or making my way through the mountain of business receipts.

Tonight I had a singular focus.

And it was all on Isla.

Watching her work the pole had worked me up. The image of her swaying hips, bouncing tits, and jiggling ass made my cock rock hard. Because I’d had a wee taste, she was beyond just a fantasy now.

She was an all-out obsession.

But one I couldn’t act on.

After flopping down into my chair, I opened my laptop. Once I entered the security program, I eyed the many screens before me. Each gave a birds eye view in each of the private rooms.

I slid my finger across the tracking pad to the room where a pink wig stood out among all the others. When her voluptuous body came into focus, my erection clawed to be free. But I ignored it for a moment.

Instead, I remained captivated by the woman in front of me. Through the speakers came a sultry R&B beat. I couldn’t help being surprised it wasn’t another Taylor Swift song.

She motioned for a middle-aged man in a business suit to have a seat on the couch. After shedding his jacket, he obliged. Once he got comfortable, Isla went into her dance. She’d been right about being a fast learner. She integrated all the moves I’d shown her.

As I watched her hips sway in front of her client, I made quick work of undoing my belt and unbuttoning my pants. Lifting my hips, I pushed my slacks and underwear down over my thighs.

With precum leaking from the tip of my cock, it bucked against my stomach. After bringing my hand to my mouth, I spit into my palm. As Isla’s top hit the ground, I tugged my fist up my erection, mixing my saliva with the precum. The sensation caused me to hiss.

When Isla straddled the guy, I remembered how her warm thighs had pillowed mine. The way her white-hot core had scorched against my dick through my pants. She rolled her hips just as I’d taught her the other day. From the pleasure etched across the guy’s face and his moans and grunts, he was enjoying her abilities.

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