Page 40 of Indecent Villain

I shudder in completion. One more stream of cum shoots out when Kinsley runs a finger through the mess on her chest. I’m a bastard. I should have shut this shit down before it got this far. Instead, I admit, “You’re fucking gorgeous coated in my cum.”

“Do all men come like you?” she asks, fascinated with my seed on her.

“No, they don’t. I haven’t come like that in forever.”

What the fuck is going on with me?

“We need to get cleaned up and head downstairs to see what is going on.” I eye her. “No more filthy business.”

She rolls her eyes and stands on unsteady legs. I smack her rump once I follow her to my feet. I offer my hand to help her from the tub.

“That was lesson number one,” I tell her.

Her eyes light up. “Oh! I can’t wait for lesson number two.”

Fuck me!

Sneakingout in the middle of the night is for Kinsley's own safety. After the attempt on her life after leaving Rogers’s, I need her to be safe. She has Jock and two more of my men in the house to protect her if need be.

My girl is driving me crazy.

I want to watch you come again.

Those words nearly made me come without even touching my dick. Her voice was so fucking sultry. The need to grab her hips and pull her down on my cock, to feel her tight and virgin pussy throbbing around me, is clawing at my gut. I can barely contain the beast.

Fuck!

I release the throttle on the open road. Salem rides beside me. We approach the junction where Prez awaits with some of his men. Prez falls in alongside us, and his men pull up the rear. The ten of us ride in formation, our engines roaring in unison as we head toward our destination. Not ten minutes later, Prez catches my eye and indicates for us to pull off the road. I follow behind my friend as he moves toward a shipping container. The huge steel block looks like it was dropped from the sky. We come to a stop, fanning out in front of the doors. It's dark as hell, and without the lights from the bikes, we wouldn't see anything, which begs the question: how the fuck did they get it here?

Removing the bucket helmet from my head, I stare at Prez. “How’d you find this?”

“A little bird told me about it.” He grins.

“The bird is now dead,” Razor says, excitement glinting off his eyes.

Prez pulls out a bolt cutter from a saddle bag and moves in front of the container doors. His men spread out, and a couple climb atop the thing, all with guns in hand. I keep mine shoved into the back of my jeans, as I figure there are enough to take out an army unit right now.

With a loud clang, the padlock and chains are removed, and Prez swings open the doors. Inside, we find a stash of illegal weapons and drugs neatly packed in crates.

"What the fuck, Jude?" I hiss.

Salem stands beside me. "It looks like we have the guns to complete the deal Jude made. I wonder why he held them back when he obviously had them."

As we examine the contents, a sinking feeling settles in my stomach. Jude's betrayal runs deeper than I thought, and his involvement in the arms trade is bigger than I could have imagined. The weight of the situation hangs heavily in the air as we realize the dangerous situation we've been unwittingly pulled into. None of us are immune to danger, but this shit is different. I have no fucking clue who Jude worked with, nor do I know who else he had dealings with. How long am I going to be dealing with the outcome of Jude's actions?

I shove a hand through my hair and notice Prez wince before he rubs at his mouth. "I don't like this, Beckett. I don't trust Rogers either."

"I trust you," I tell him. "We'll check the guns off the list Rogers gave me. Then we dump them at his warehouse. There will be no meeting like last time."

"And the drugs?" he asks.

I give him a sidelong glance. "Do whatever you want with them." I pause and grip his arm. "They do not end up with anyone under the age of eighteen."

"Fuck you! You know me better than that." Anger fills his eyes, and I wince.

"You didn't deserve that. I'm sorry." I hold a hand out. Prez glares but accepts my apology. "Let me make a phone call so that we can load this shit up and leave."

"Are you going to be making the drop tonight?" Prez asks.

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