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“Please suck my cock before I lose the mind to fucking breathe.”

She chuckles, and the vibrations of it tighten my damn balls.

As soon as her pretty little lips wrap around my dick and swallow me down, I throw my head back with a groan, and my hand can’t help gripping her hair tighter. She sucks me for a moment while I rally composure to watch her. I use both my hands to keep her hair from her face and get the most impeccable sight of her at work with her fist and mouth.

“So beautiful taking my cock in your throat. Deeper, baby. Take all of me.”

I know she can, and she doesn’t need to be told twice. Watching me disappear down her neck seizes me with an impending release. I want to fuck her so badly, but I can’t find the will to get her to stop. I’m too far gone, lost in the heat of her, and I try to match the bobbing of her head, but the tight fit of the car keeps my thrusts shallow.

“Fucking hell,Ana.” I growl her name as my release crashes through me. I slip a hand around her throat, wanting to feel her swallow everything I give her. “My good fucking girl.”

She hums, continuing to suck me dry and stringing out my orgasm as it begins to blacken the edges of my vision. I’m barely holding myself together when she finally lets go, but myabdomen tenses, and I hiss at the aftershocks of oversensitivity when her hand strokes a couple more times.

“Torturous thing,” I mutter, chest still heaving.

She braces on my knees, pushing up to bring her lips to the shell of my ear. “Take me home. You owe me one in return.”

I tuck myself away far too eagerly because I risk getting hard again that quickly. Ana crawls back to her seat.

“I’m going to give you far more than one, little bird.”

CHAPTER 39

Anastasia

I’m pacing the length of Silas’s pool table while Rhett sits opposite him on the sofas. I’m reeling over various plans we’re trying to string together to cross Forthson and Lanshall and take them both down together.

“Does she always do this?” I hear Silas mutter.

“It’s a good sign,” Rhett says.

He’s asking about my pacing, and I meet Rhett’s look with a hint of a smile.

“So you met with Jacob and he invited you to his event,” I mull over. “Is anyone else getting a bad feeling about this newvenue?”

“I’ve looked into it. Everything checks out. Not quite my taste.Gentlemen’s clubis a rather obnoxious term for a strip club if you ask me,” Silas says.

“You declined his invitation.” I relay what he told us of his meeting with Jacob.

“Once I heard you two were going, I thought it might work to coordinate our evenings.”

“If you’re taking out Lanshall, I want to be there,” Rhett says darkly.

“I understand, truly. But if you think you’re owed his death, then reevaluate, Kaiser.”

Silas takes a long drag of his cigarette, his eyes impressing a challenge. Rhett’s jaw sets.

“He’s my uncle. My fucking problem.”

“You escaped him. There’s someone who never got that freedom for a day, never mind the many years you had.”

“He killed my fiancée and hurt Ana. I’ve dreamed of his death every one of those damn years,” Rhett snaps.

“You lost a person you loved, but Kenna never got the chance to love anyone because of him.”

“Then she’s fucking lucky.”

Even I tense at that. Silas’s expression turns lethal as he leans forward, forearms braced on his thighs.

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