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“You’re a fucking masterpiece, Viviana,” I murmur, my voice low like a groan. I feel her body implode under my touch, her release causing her to shatter. I hold her close, ensuring she doesn’t hurt herself against the bottle, slowly pulling it away as she whimpers, struggling to steady herself.

I stand up, looking at her on the chair, looking at the beautiful mess I’ve made. I would be here all night making her come over and over again. I drag the bottle to my lips, drinking it, the mix of her cum and the wine makes a chill run down my spine straight to my cock.

She looks up at me, moving her dress down, her eyes on the bulge in my pants; she licks her lips, and I smirk, shaking my head at the fire still in her eyes, little drips of sweat on her breasts and her forehead. She slides from the chair to the floor, getting on her knees.

“My turn,” she murmurs as she unbuckles my belt, her hand reaching out. I’m so on edge it takes all my strength not to come.

Before I can steady myself, she sticks my cock in her mouth, holding my balls in her hand as she sucks me like a fucking lollipop. “Fucking hell, Viviana,” I hold the end of the table, my breaths burning my insides as I struggle not to explode, but I know that won’t work. Fuck this!

I grab her hair, opening my legs a little so she can sit in the middle. “Remember your fucking safe word, firecracker,” I demand, and I fuck her mouth; she gags a couple of times before releasing a purr, tears welling in her eyes, but her lashes flutter, brushing them away.

She makes a sucking sound, and her tongue plays with my cock as I move in and out of her mouth, her saliva and my pre-cum dripping to her neck, and I dig my fingers into her long raven hair.

“Drink all of it, firecracker,” I grunt, my movements becoming more erratic. “Fuck!”

I feel it building deep in my gut, a pressure that I can’t ignore. My grip on her tightens, fingers digging into her scalp as my body locks up. My breath catches in my chest, and for a moment, everything stills.

Then, it hits.

A burst of heat rushes through me, fucking exploding in a way that makes every muscle in my body tense and quaver. My hips jerk, and I can’t hold back the growl that escapes my throat, my body flexing with the release.

It’s raw, uncontrollable, the kind of release that makes me feel like I can lose myself in it. I bury my face in her hair, trying to steady myself, the taste of her skin on my lips grounding me as the last wave rolls through me, leaving me panting and fucking spent.

Chapter 27

Viviana

My hand freezes on my phone as I read the message.

It’s been a long time, Viviana.

I know exactly who this is from. I wasn’t expecting him to contact me directly. I thought my father would tip me off about where his men were, and Declan would handle it from there. But… this is way out of my league.

I knew Aleksandr back in high school. He made it clear he was interested. Hell; he made sure everyone knew it. And even though I told Nolan and John I didn’t give him the time of day, that’s not the whole truth.

We didn’t date, but one night things turned into something I can’t, to this day, explain.

Alek was hard to resist. Dark hair, piercing blue eyes, a body chiselled to perfection, and that dangerous bad-boy aura that made me weak. I was young, reckless, and hopelessly into bad boys. Well, I still am…

It was just one night over a decade ago. And when the Dark Wars between the Russians and the Irish Consortium began, I knew I had to bury it deep. No one knew, and there’s no way in hell I’d ever admit it—not after what Alek’s family did.

I stare at the screen for a long moment before typing a response.

Alek, this is unexpected.

I don’t want to push him away completely, but this is Aleksandr Koslov—a very dangerous man.

Ding.

I wanted to personally thank you for the information. You’re still such a good girl.

Oh, no, he didn’t just go there.

Heading to Declan’s office, I grip my phone so tightly I’m surprised it hasn’t shattered. Taking a deep breath, I knock on the door. How the hell am I going to explain this to someone as possessive as Declan Callaghan?

“Come in,” he says, his voice firm, too firm, which means he isn’t alone. I hear chairs shifting inside, and when I step in, I freeze. Connor’s here. Flynn, too. Great. Why the hell are they all here?

“Everything okay, Viv?” Declan’s eyebrow arches, but his jaw tightens as his sharp eyes lock onto mine.

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