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He grips my hips, pulling me to the edge to thrust his tongue into me. His stubble rubbing against my thighs adds to the pleasure as he thrusts in and out of me with his tongue before replacing it with his finger.

His mouth travels back to find my clit to lap at it greedily. I writhe on the table as he pushes me over the edge, his mouth sucking my clit.

I cry out his name, the music muffling the sound. I feel him growl against me as my hips jerk and I thrash against the table. His arm pins me in place as he continues licking and sucking, one orgasm bleeding into another until I am seeing stars, my body giving out as I gasp for air.

“You with me, Princess?” When my eyes flutter open, I’m in Vasily’s lap. He’s stroking my cheek.

“I think I might have passed out.”

He rubs his thumb across my bottom lip. “You ready for more?” I’m not sure if he means his mouth or something else. Either way, when it comes to Vasily, I think I’ll always want more.

Chapter Nine

KING

Willa is wrapped around me tightly as I fly through the streets with no destination in mind. I am only enjoying the feeling of her pressed against me on the back of my bike. I can still taste her on my lips.

The night is still young, and I know Willa needs more, and I plan on giving it to her. The club was only the first part. Planning that had taken me some time; every second of it was carefully mapped out before we ever pulled up. Everyone in that establishment knew I wasn’t fucking playing when I said I wanted complete privacy. That I needed everyone to clear out so I could give my girl what she needed.

Willa wanted to do things she’d never done before, and I knew eating her sweet pussy out where she thought it would be wrong was one of the easy ones. One I’d gladly do over and over again. I didn’t know you could taste innocence, but it dripped off her pussy, and I lapped up every drop all for myself.

I take a sharp turn, heading toward one of the old warehouses I own. Some still train in it, but most days it’s pretty quiet. It's a Saturday night, and I know some of my men will be down there. The fights are done for the night, but some still want to play cards and have drinks. It’s more private there.

When we pull into the parking lot, I help Willa off the bike. She is full of smiles when I remove her helmet. I can tell she is feeling the two drinks she had, but she is still in control. Her cheeks are flushed, and she is more chatty.

“Where are we now?” she inquires as I slide her glasses back on her and adjust her clip. Taking care of her brings a profound sense of satisfaction. I’ve never wanted to take care of anyone before, but now I’m finding I get off on it. Take pride in it. I’m finding I’ll do anything to make her happy.

“One of my warehouses.”

“You’ve got a thing for warehouses.” Willa lets out a small giggle and bounces on her heels.

“I’ve only got a thing for you, Princess.” I tuck her into my side.

“You don’t worry about people taking your stuff?” she asks as I guide her inside.

“No one will fuck with my shit.”

“Because they're scared of you?” She drops her head back to stare up at me.

“Maybe, but respect me too.” I don’t try to rule with an iron fist, but I would if necessary.

“Well, I’m not scared of you. Just so you know.” Willa taps the center of my chest, making me chuckle.

“Good,” I tell her because she scares the shit out of me. Willa makes me feel and do shit I never have before. I suppose we’re both stepping out of our out of our norm and trying something new.

As I lead her into the warehouse, her eyes are everywhere, taking it all in. Off to one side is a full bar next to a bunch of poker tables. There is a dance floor on another side, but it hasn't been in use for a while. Another area has two rings set up and punching bags hanging from the ceiling. There is an office upstairs and a couple of bedrooms.

The office is off-limits to anyone but Anton and me. I keep it locked up. If they want to fuck one of the girls that some of them brought back here, they can do it in one of the rooms. I still have a cleaning crew that comes in once a week.

The bedrooms had been meant for if someone needed to crash or had gotten hurt, and we needed a doctor to watch over them, but things aren't as wild as they used to be. Thankfully, I never found myself in one—for a doctor or a pussy.

Think they might need a doctor after how some of them burn through women, but that's their business, not mine. I lean down and kiss the top of Willa’s head, breathing in her sweetness. I’ve got all I could ever want right here.

Willa might be shy and innocent, but she lights up with only a few touches, and I’ll be the only one to ever get to do that fucking shit to her. A few people turn and glance my way as we pass, hiding their surprise that I have a woman on my arm. Others knew I'd be swinging by.

"Willa." Mila pops up from Anton's lap, rushing over toward us.

"Hey." Willa gives her a sweet smile.

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