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“Lick me more,” I say, my lips hanging open as I stare. He looks up in surprise, then his eyes harden as a vicious smile spreads across his mouth.

“Say that again,” he commands, roughly grabbing my thick braid. He wraps his hand around it, and I whimper in pain.

“Lick my pussy, Tigran,” I say, turning deep crimson. I can’t believe I’m saying this out loud, but it feels so good.

“I love a slut with a dirty mouth,” he says, then buries my lips in a kiss. “Can you taste yourself on my tongue?” He kisses me again, and he’s right, I can taste myself.

He goes back down on me, licking and sucking my clit. He puts his fingers deep inside me, gets them wet, then makes me suck on them as he licks my clit. I moan with them buried in my mouth as he goes wild on my dripping pussy, letting it dribbleonto the granite countertop, licking faster and faster as my back arches into his face.

“Keep going, get me off, you fucking asshole,” I pant, losing my mind. “Make me suck myself from your tongue, please, Tigran.”

He growls with excitement and doesn’t stop. His fingers punish me as his tongue drives me crazy, and it finally breaks me.

I come right there in the kitchen on my husband’s dirty mouth, his name escaping my lips like a holy song.

“That’s my good fucking girl,” he says, wrenching my face to his and burying his tongue in my mouth.

Just like I wanted.

Chapter 18

Tigran

There are too many rumors in Baltimore.

Those Irish twin fucks are like ghosts. I’ve heard plenty of stories from the Brotherhood soldiers about where the bastards might be hiding, but nothing concrete. Arsen and Sona both are on top of it while also trying to avoid a full-scale war, but even they know we can’t let the McGraths get away with a direct assault.

There will be reprisals. Only I want to make sure I’m the one holding the gun when they happen.

A few days slip past as I chase down every lead. There’s not enough time in the day, and I don’t get to see Dasha as much as I want. It drives me crazy not being at home with her. If I could, I’d never leave her side, or I’d at least drag her around with me.

Maybe put a collar on her. Pull her around on a golden leash. Make her suck my cock and tighten it when she’s not gagging enough.

I’m a sick man.

I’m headed toward Dasha’s room with some tools and a box of cameras when Vito flags me down. “A word?” he asks.

“What do you need?”

He frowns at the security equipment but wisely chooses not to comment. “I heard from my network,” he says, his voice going hard and low. “It seems the McGrath family has been moving more product on the east side. Some of the girls say they heard the twins have been hanging around St. Luke’s and the bodegas and strip clubs near there.”

The east side is deep in McGrath territory. That means they’re being smart about the drug score. But knowing an area to watch is a very big deal.

“I’ll follow that up,” I say and start to walk off.

“Please don’t do anything stupid.”

“Whatever I do, the McGrath twins will deserve it.”

“Not that. Cut those scum fucks in half. I mean the cameras. That girl’s been through enough already.”

I glare and wave him off before hurrying to Dasha’s room.

I bang on her door and wait. It’s a calm Tuesday afternoon, and I know she’s in there. I always get strangely impatient when it comes to seeing my wife. I want her to appear immediately because I want to make sure she’s okay. Any little delay has me frustrated and worried there might be something wrong.

I’m aware that I’m getting a little obsessed.

She answers, looking slightly aggrieved. “Can you try just knocking like a normal person?”

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