Page 28 of One Wild Night

"Don't be a fucking idiot." Taking a cigarette out of my jacket pocket, I tried to laugh it off.

"You can try to deny it all you want, but I know I'm right. There's just one thing that's confusing me." I turned to look at him as I lit my cigarette with a match. "How did you fuck that pussy without getting your head blown off?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"The fuck you don't," Jamie huffed. "You're going to spill everything when we're in Brazil."

"Whatever," I sighed, watching him pull his phone out to call Bennett.

It was clear while Jamie spoke to Bennett on the phone that he did have his dick in someone.

"Tell him he has an hour before he has to meet us at the club," I ordered.

"Ryan says you have an hour. He must be feeling generous because he got some top class pussy this weekend." I hit Jamie on the head playfully before he hung up. "What the fuck was that for?"

"Who's the Capo?" I asked, tilting my head. EvenIcould hardly believe the position I had been handed by Carlo. I wasn't Italian. Hell, I wasn't evenfamily, but he trusted me enough to run half of his organization. Tony was, of course, the underboss, and that never bothered me. Like I told Siena last night, I didn't want the power. I was happy with what I already had. I got to be involved in all the action, and that was what mattered to me.

"You're the Capo," Jamie confirmed.

"Then shut the fuck up already! I don't want a word about any of this getting back to Bennett. Do you understand?" He nodded, going back to his phone to check on flights.

Once our tickets had been booked, we headed to the club to collect some money for our trip. Smoothing things over with our supplier always involved a little bribe.

"I tried to call you last night," Barbie pouted, standing at my office door in a tight black dress and red killer heels. The girls here would be the death of me if I let them. Only one would always make me fall to the ground in worship.

"I was busy," I mumbled, checking the safe.

"Are you busy now?" I turned to look at her. She'd closed the office door and was slowly starting to peel her dress down her body. I didn't have time for this shit today.

"Yes, Barbie; put your fucking clothes back on and go and do some work."

"You seem a little on edge, baby. I could help you with that." Barbie could suck cock like a porn star, but I had no time for that today. Not to mention, she was trailer trash compared to what I had last night.Siena. I closed my eyes for a brief second, trying to store every detail of her perfect body in my mind. The way her back arched as I pounded into her. Fuck, did she love it rough. I liked that about her.

"Ryan," Barbie was by my side, stroking my arm. "It will only take a few minutes." Fuck it! I could spare a few minutes. I needed a release anyway; thinking about Siena last night had made my dick as hard as steel again.

"Are you offering to please me with that pretty mouth of yours again?"

"If that's what you want." I undid my trousers and slumped back onto the chair, letting my dick spring free.

"Make this quick," I added as Barbie got on all fours.

"So romantic," she commented as she took me in her mouth. I closed my eyes, my mind drifting back to last night. Siena stripping in front of me, how it felt the first time I thrust into her hot pussy. Her groans of pleasure as I pulled on her hardened nipples while I continued with my relentless task of worshiping her. Fuck, her breasts were perfect—not too small, but not too big. I could have suckled on them for days. The feel of my dick sliding in and out of her from behind while I pulled on her wild dark brown hair. Fuck, her hair was so silky and smelled like coconuts.

I snarled, feeling my release coming. "Oh fuck...yes...Siena...yes!" I shouted, my head snapping back as I exploded into her hot mouth.

"Did you just call me by another chick's name?" My eyes snapped open to Barbie, who was glaring at me.

"What would it matter if I did?" I commented, buttoning my pants back up. I was fucking losing it. I'd just called Barbie, Siena. I needed to get my shit together.

"You are a heartless son of a bitch, Ryan Lawson," she sulked, getting up. "Who is Siena?" For once I was glad I had said Siena rather than Trixie. No one knew her real name, just me. "Is she the reason you were busy last night?"

"I don’t answer to you!" I seethed. "You’re just a damn stripper I fuck when I'm horny or whenever I want a release. Now, get the fuck out of my office!" She scampered off, blubbering like a schoolgirl. Fucking women!

"Bennett is here," Jamie called as I walked back into the club. My eyes zoomed in on the center of the stage. Fuck me! There she was, grinding down the pole, making every man in this club want her. I tried to look away, but my eyes were fixated on her body. The curve of her hips, the shape of her fuckable ass. I'd fucked this girl in every position imaginable over the last few days, but that still wasn't enough. I wanted more. Fuck!

"Ryan!" Jamie snapped, waving his hand in my face and bringing me out of my trance. "Come on! If you've done the deed with Miss Trixie, I think some separation for a while will be a good thing."

"I have no idea what you're talking about." I brushed his comment off, trying to gain some composure as I walked out of the club. I did notice that she didn't look at me once while she was on stage. But then, why should she? Siena would have everything she could ever want if Tony was really planning to marry her. I was only worth a quick fuck; I couldn't offer her anything else. None of it would ever stop me from wanting her, though, especially now that I'd had her.

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