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He took it off and handed it to me. It was heavy, solid metal. The silver material shone in my hands. I slipped it onto my thumb, but it still was loose.

“It’s our family ring. Jai has one, too. All dealer families in India have one.”

I studied the design on the face of it—a snake in the shape of an “S,” with black diamonds for eyes. “What does the snake mean?”

“It’s a king cobra, our family crest,” he replied as his fingers stroked the skin on my thighs.

“Does that mean Tarun has one?”

“Yes, his is made of yellow gold, with a Bengal tiger on it.”

I knew his headquarters was in Bengal. “Because his base is in Bengal. Makes sense. What’s the significance of the cobra?”

He had softened inside me, but I didn’t want to move just yet. I felt our juices leaking out of my pussy and coating his skin as I continued to straddle him.

“Everyone thinks that to be the best, you have to be the biggest and most obvious predator. The cobra may be small, but it is adaptable to any situation. It hides where you least expect it and strikes without warning. The venom is so fatal that it can take down a grown man with one bite.”

My thoughts wandered to how dangerous this man was. Often, when I was so wrapped up in our intimacy like when he kissed me or shared stories about his family, I forgot that he was a killer.

I couldn’t think of a better way to phrase my next question. It was probably better to just bluntly ask it. “Do you enjoy killing people?”

He considered it for a beat before responding. “Would it scare you if I said I did?”

Yes.He had warned me that he was a monster. I shouldn’t have been taken aback by his response. He had given me fair warning. I knew what he did and how he did it. Nevertheless, I was still stunned. I didn’t think a person could ever get used to hearing that their lover enjoyed killing people.

I shifted on top of him out of unease. His dick hardened under me again. He got off on my fear.

He rolled me over, pinning me to the bed. His eyes were full of intensity. The ring was still hanging loosely on my thumb. “I warned you,jaan. I’m not the good guy. I’m the snake who’ll bite you when you’re not looking.” He nipped at my neck. I yelped at the sting.

He pushed himself back into me, pumping with quick strokes. I gasped with need.

“Are you my mongoose?” he groaned.

“What?” I managed to ask between breaths.

“The one animal who can kill the cobra. Will you be the death of me,jaan?” He deepened his angle into my pussy, hitting me at that perfect spot that made my toes curl. This man knew my body so well.

“What if I just want to tame the snake?” I moaned.

“You can try, my little mongoose. But you could also get yourself killed in the process.”

Heat spread between my legs at his threat of danger. He rode me with such force that I was blinded by ecstasy. We found our release in unison. I lay under him, my arms clinging around his neck and my body spent.

“My sweet mongoose, we’re far from done for the night.” A mischievous smile spread across his face as he slithered down my body for more.

Chapter XXI

Amelia

Ihad been working non-stop all morning manually configuring altered images of the photos that Jai had shown me of Vik. Hopefully, one of these would match up with any suspected photos of Tarun that the men might capture. I was putting all my hopes on the possibility that some similarity between the two brothers would trigger a match. I hoped I was right. It was a long shot, but I didn’t have much to go on without any current photos of Tarun. I would have to just pray it worked.

I looked at the time. It was nearly noon. I sat back in my chair and stretched my arms overhead. My muscles were sore from the weekend—deliciously sore. Shyam had worked me relentlessly all night and into the early morning hours. He dropped me home afterward, and I had spent the next day in bed catching up on sleep and resting my body.

It had felt good to dominate him in bed for a change, even though the night had ended with him taking over. I loved commanding him and seeing how eager he was to please me. That was probably how he felt when he had me at his mercy.

I had gained more confidence in the bedroom. Nat used to call me a prude because I would cringe every time she shared stories of her sexual escapades. I hadn’t thought I would have the courage to ask for what I wanted in bed, let alone tie up one of the world’s most powerful drug dealers and ride him until I came around his dick. My pussy walls clenched just reliving the memory.

I stood up from my chair and decided to grab lunch. I had chosen one of my new outfits today—a charcoal-gray pencil skirt, a black blouse with slightly puffed sleeves, and coordinating cable-stitched tights. I had added some black chunky-heeled loafers for comfort.

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