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I should feel embarrassed from my thoughts, but the excitement was increasing. As I came down from the glorious plateau, I dug my fingers into his shoulders and bucked hard against him.

“My little kitten has a wild side.”

Yes, I did. Suppressing it had worked for only so long. I lifted my head, staring the man in his eyes. I sensed he was close, so close to releasing deep inside of me. I dragged my tongue across my lips and knew they were slightly swollen from the delicious abuse he’d given them.

He smiled in his funny, wry way before spinning me around. When he walked around the dock and closer to the shore, it wasn’t long before his feet touched the ground and my bottom was revealed for the world to see.

“What is this?” As I’d done before, I struggled to get out of his hold, but he was far too strong for me.

Another two hard cracks were smacked on my backside. “I can do whatever I want, kitten. You’ll need to get used to that.” He swiveled his hips, thrusting harder and deeper. His momentum was crazy good and it wasn’t long before I felt another explosive orgasm coming. Before I succumbed to his brutal control, I squeezed my muscles.

It was my turn for delight as his eyes opened up wide, his entire body tensing.

Seconds later, his mouth claimed mine in a brutal kiss just like before. It was also a dark promise, one filled with sinful nights and savage passion. He slipped his arm between us, managing to pinch my nipple; the pleasure mixed with the pain, the mixture something I knew I’d learn to crave.

As the opium-like stream of passion continued to ebb and flow, his body spasmed as mine had done before. In those next few and amazing seconds, he erupted deep inside, filling me with his seed.

That was when I knew there was no going back. This sweet release would always be ingrained in my mind.

As he pulled back, his chest heaving, he nuzzled against my ear. “And now, little kitten, I have full control of you and your attention and I have no intention of letting you go.”

CHAPTER 12

Havros

“The target has been located,” Dimitrios stated the moment I answered the phone. The target. My brother had acted as if we were in a war to annihilate anyone associated with Leandro’s death.

I didn’t blame him, but at some point, the family would need time to heal, bloodshed kept to a minimum. With Christos having little taste for acting on matters of revenge, the task was left up to me.

“In town?” I asked, casually looking over at Kara. I sensed she was paying close attention to the call.

“Yes. He got back in from a trip abroad. I want him gone.”

Dimitrios was more adamant with me than with others. “I’ll get to it.”

“Now!”

“Not now. Preoccupied. Tomorrow.”

He snorted then started to laugh. “Ah. I know that voice. You’re spending time with Kara Banning.”

“I am. What of it? That’s what you wanted.”

She shifted in her seat, daring to lean in just a little bit closer. If she’d brought her pad with her, she’d be furiously writing notes.

“Be careful, brother. Women can be a significant distraction.”

“I watched that in action with you. Send Jonas the information. I’ll have him make a pickup and delivery.”

We owned several small warehouses where we kept various supplies for the clubs. However, one had a backroom my father had used during his reign of terror when needing privacy while conversing with our enemies. It was kept locked, and it was forbidden for any of our employees to venture inside. The oversized space had been soundproofed two dozen years before, the walls stained with blood from significant use.

But that was before.

Before we’d voted on altering our future by going more mainstream. Using methods of torture was frowned upon by upstanding citizens. Until Leandro’s death, Dimitrios had refused to set foot in the place. That wasn’t the case any longer.

It was the perfect place to take out the trash.

“Will do. And I need to hear all about the time spent.” Dimitrios laughed. My brother had once told me that I’d never grow up, always a playboy. No wonder he was amused.

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