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She watched me under her eyelashes as I teased us both with the first few inches of my cock, gripping it tightly at the base as I moved in and out. “Your pussy is drenched, Veronica. Soaked. I can see how you’re stretched, taking my cock. I wish you could see how pretty it is.” One of her hands gripped the sheets as her abs tightened. “Am I going too slow? Did you want more?”

“Yes, stop teasing.”

“No, little girl. I’m in charge.” I slid in further, letting go of my cock with a moan. Fucking her slowly, I controlled the glide of each glorious stroke. “I’m gonna need you to come.” Rubbing my thumb over her clit in steady circles, I let my other hand clench her ass as I increased my pace driving hard against her g-spot until she spasmed. “That’s a good girl coming on my cock.” Pumping hard into her twice more was all it took for my balls to let loose as I came hard, jetting into her.

Oh, fuck. We hadn’t even had the condom talk. Kissing her, I traced the edges of her cheekbones, nearly translucent from the moonlight coming in from the glass slider, as I pulled her into my arms.

“I didn’t use a condom,” I confessed.

“I’m clean, and I can’t have kids. Infertility is one of the side effects of the radiation I had before one of the stem cell transplants.” I wasn’t sure how to respond to that. There seemed to be a world of hurt in her answer, and I was an insensitive dick, but I would try not to be for her.

“I’m clean. I’m sorry about the kids.” I slid my fingers down to her pussy and cupped it possessively. “Not that I’d want any necessarily.” The thought confused me. “If I had any kids, I would want to be a foster parent. A good one.” She angled her head towards me and smiled the biggest smile I’d seen from her so far.

“Really?”

“Yeah. I’d never thought about it before, but that’s what I’d want.” She wiggled a little back into me and sighed happily. I considered it a win.

“Now I get to fill you with my cum all the time. To the brim. Give me another few minutes, and I’m going to be pumping you with more until it’s running out of you.” There was a correspondingwhine to my words. “Don’t think you can just fall asleep either I whispered low into her ear, biting the lobe hard enough to mark it. You already told me that you didn’t mind. I’m going to slide into this cunt even then.” Her legs parted, and there was no mistaking that she found the forbidden idea as hot as I did. My cock was recuperating enough to nudge her entrance, and she was just starting to push against me when she bolted upright.

Chapter 22

Veronica

“Ineed to talk to you. Your sex voodoo almost made me forget.” Eli looked at me lazily from hooded lids as he reclined against the pillows, his eight-pack on display along with his already hard dick that he stroked lazily. He was sin on a stick. I’d forgotten to speak with him about the whole fighting thing and never even called Maxim like I promised Natasha.

“Okay.”

“Luther Booth. Do you know him? He was on the lease with Victor at the office.” I started with the easy questions—ones that were yes or no.

“Yes. Victor, Luther, and I grew up together.” He tucked his hands behind his head.

“Did you guys run an underground fight ring thingy?”

“Thingy?” His lip crooked up. “Yes. Mainly Luther and I, but yes. I was a fighter at the beginning, but that wasn’t something I could keep doing.”

“And you have a fight coming up here in Arizona.” We were getting down to it now, but he seemed like he was willing to answer the questions I had.

“Yes. Luther will help, and I have the Cobras and the Iron Brotherhood doing security.” My eyes opened wide. I wondered why Natasha didn’t know this or if she knew it now.

“What about Matteo Spato?”

“Are you going to tell me what this is about?” he asked. His expression had darkened. I bit my lip, conflicted still. I’d been going in circles all day long about this issue, but I’d already taken this step, and it was too late to go backward.

“I’m making a choice here coming to you,” I began. “My cousin Maxim asked me to look into Spato before I knew about your connection. That was separate.” His face clouded with confusion.

“What would Maxim Volkov care about Spato? Spato came to me about running the fight in Phoenix.” Elishrugged casually but started to look cautious, sitting up against the headboard. “He had a few fighters he wanted to line up, and I added some of my own.”

“You know who my cousin is.” I was sure he did, but I just wanted to verify. He nodded.

“What do you know about Spato?”

“He’s been around online, but I don’t know him per se. This was the first time we’d met in person, and I was surprised when he called for an in-person meet. He said he was working for someone else. He’s a broker. Spato is low-level for the most part.” I frowned, but I wasn’t sure what circles Eli moved in.

“He is a broker on the dark web and has his fingers everywhere. Drugs, weapons, fighting,andhits,” I emphasized. Eli gave a nonchalant shrug.

“Spato’s business is not my concern. Our focus is the fight. If he fucks it up, that impacts me. But, Veronica — digging into this isn’t wise. These people like to hide under rocks and don’t like them to be turned over.”

I felt tense under his stare. This wasn’t a game. I was more than decent at my job, which was why Maxim had faith in my ability to investigate.

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