Page 125 of Crimson Tears

“Sir, I would never. I mean, come on. Was it that girl who told you this? She’s got it out for me, the bitch. You better be careful or she’s going to take this whole thing do–”

He doesn't get out his final words because no one gets to insult my woman and live. The second he called Nessa a bitch, I gavemy man the signal to shoot and a clean up crew to move into the place.

I already know who was recruited for his team, and they will be taken care of. Bradley, however, deserved to sweat it out. Just a little bit. Sometimes, this retired don likes to jump back into it for old times’ sake.

Setting down my phone, I end the call and rub my eyes when a soft knock sounds at the door. I half expect it to be Nessa, but I am surprised when Cillian walks into the room.

“I thought the two of you were quite busy,” I say as he strolls in without invitation.

“Don’t worry, Old Man. I fucked her until she passed out. Now it’s your turn. I need to get some stress out on paper, and I want to soak in the tub but don’t want her waking up alone.”

I shake my head as I stand. Cillian insists on trying to outdo me in the gym and keeps hurting himself because of it. I might just get him a trainer if he wants to prove a point so badly. He keeps taking epsom salt baths to help the ache.

“For a spry, young kid, you sure do seem to need a lot of baths for those injuries of yours.”

He chuckles. “The only thing injured here is my back from how hard I just fucked our girl.”

Liar, but I let him believe he’s won as I walk to the bedroom.

Sure enough, curled up naked in our bed is my beautifullisichka.

I take a moment to watch her, but when she begins to stir, her arm searching on the bed, I immediately go to her.

“I am here,Lisichka.” Curling my body around her naked one, I use one arm to pull her close. “I will always be here.”

Reassurance that I will not be running away again is something I try to give her as often as I can. It is the least I can do for her recovery, and it also reminds me that I am needed, wanted.

“Mmm, I missed you,” her sleepy voice says as she pushes her ass into me. My gym shorts are the only thing separating my hardening cock from her entrance.

“I missed you too,” I whisper softly in her ear, nibbling on her lobe before trailing kisses down her neck. She melts into the pillow as I continue a path along her skin.

Her hand reaches between us, pushing my shorts down. “Do you need me, too?” I ask, wanting to make sure she knows what she is asking for.

She pauses, her body stiffening under me.

“Is this weird?” she asks with a soft, vulnerable voice.

I yearn to take away her doubt about this situation. I want her eyes to stop bouncing between Cillian and me when we are in the same room, as if she is waiting for one of us to admit that this is too much.

Our love for her is not something fleeting or conditional. It is final, written into the cosmos for eternity, burning brightly alongside some of the hottest stars.

So, instead of answering her, I decide to show her exactly how I feel. Lifting the blankets, I rid myself of my shirt and shorts before laying her flat on her back and crawling down her body.

“I was asking to see if you were sore,” I inform her as I part her legs. She is glistening with arousal, but I can see the remnants of Cillian’s release there too.

She looks down at me with hesitation, an expression I plan to wipe from her features. “Boris, Cillian and I just-”

I cut her off with the flick of my tongue over her clit, then I flatten it to lap at the swollen nub. It is so pink I cannot help but wonder if Cillian sucked on it before fucking her.

Nessa’s fists my short hair, lifting me up.

“Are you sure?” She is already breathless, her eyes hooded.

“I have never been more sure of anything, my little fox. Now, allow me to clean you up so I can leave a new mess between your legs.”

Her mouth drops open, and I find great joy in the shock written on her face. I may not want to be with Cillian sexually, but I have no problem licking my girl nice and clean for me. That is my job as the aftercare man after all. Hopefully this will help prove to Nessa that I am not going anywhere.

To emphasize my point, I make sure I am very thorough. The taste of their combined essences is almost sweet, like a subtle candy on my tongue as I devour her. I pay meticulous attention to her clit as my fingers press into her heat.

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