Page 140 of Arran's Obsession

On his phone, Shade demonstrated a map with an icon over it. “If she moves, the map will show you where. I’ll set it up for you.”

“Who are you monitoring?” I gazed at the icon. It was in a nice part of town with big houses behind a gated entrance. I squinted, trying to see the street name. “It isn’t one of our marked men, not in that part of the city.”

He dropped his hand, and the screen blackened. “One I don’t look at often.”

“Whatever you tell yourself, brother.”

Shade lowered his gaze. “Ask again and I’ll tell Gen what you’ve done.”

Fine.In a minute, he had the software ready for me. Then I was leaving his apartment for mine.

A little squeak of greeting came from Rosie, and I trod out of my shoes and stooped to stroke her fuzzy head, then entered the bedroom, closing the door to keep the cat out.

Lying on her front, Gen slept. She’d been keeping busy finding ways to help out in the club. An early start meant she’d crashed before the sun was up.

I approached on soft feet.

We were heading into autumn, but the evening was still warm enough for her to be only covered by a sheet, her outlinefucking mouthwatering. I set down the gun and peeled the cover back, already hard for her.

In the dark, her breathing stayed easy, no sign of awareness that I was present. I cut away her sleep shorts. Carefully shifted her knee to expose her to me. The last time I’d done this, it had wrecked me. I’d used her as a plaything. I also knew she hadn’t minded.

Her pussy lips were soft under my tongue. I licked and teased until she was slick with gleaming arousal, that taste of her fucking incredible.

With one hand, I freed my dick and stroked myself. I’d do anything for her. Anything.

Also anythingtoher.

Kneeling over her, I ran the head of my dick over her slick centre, then pushed inside, just a fraction at a time, perfectly slowly until I was all the way in. She constricted around me, and sweat broke out on my brow.

My breathing came hard. My body fucking shook.

I picked up the gun. Set it against her perfect, round ass cheek, then with zero hesitation pulled the trigger. It jerked against her, and I tossed it behind me, fucking into her with a hard stroke, a distraction from any pain.

She groaned, her hand coming out to find me.

“Going to fuck you then I’ll be gone for a few hours,” I told her.

“Gone?”

She tried to rise, but I held her down, delivering my promise with repeated hard thrusts until we both groaned in need and bliss. When she came, I stopped for a second to feel her then emptied my balls into her, always needing her pleasure.

I pulled out and licked a tiny spot of blood from her ass cheek, then reinstated my clothes, concealing the gun in my back pocket.

Sleepily, Gen flexed her limbs and peered at me. “I’m worried. Where are you going?”

“To kill Jordan Peters.”

With a shocked breath, she jumped up.

“I won’t lie to you,” I said into a kiss, my fingers spreading over the choker that I wouldn’t let her remove. “He’s been a dead man walking since you told me his name. I’ll call you when it’s done, then I’ll be back before our time is up.”

“You do all this but you won’t tell me you love me.” Gen stepped back, then said louder, “Four hours or less.”

“Don’t leave the warehouse,” I ordered.

At least if she tried, I’d know.

Chapter 41

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