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Short Hair pushed the sheets down his hips, revealing the massive length that had been hidden by cloth. I couldn’t see the fine details of the work of art just below his lower abdomen, but I could see the size from where I stood. My legs wanted so badly to move forward to examine it, but the damn throbbing below wouldn’t permit it.

Long Hair was busy assaulting his mouth when his hand roamed down her neck. Her shoulder was in the way, but I could see from the way his arm was bent that his hand lingered on her tits. I was sure that his hands were even larger than her breasts, enveloping them in warmth. I imagined how it would feel on my own breasts—strong, calloused hands delicately massaging my small breasts. How would those hands feel against my skin as they moved down my belly, finding the flesh between my thighs?

I leaned against the door frame, needing extra support to keep me up on my wobbly knees.

Short Hair smoothed her finger over the head of his dick, like she was spreading something around. Her hand pumped his shaft twice before her head swooped in, her lips sealing around him.

The man broke his kiss with Long Hair to let out a moan so deep that I felt the low grumble of his voice all the way across the room, vibrating my sex in response.

Short Hair worked him deeply, her head bobbing up and down at a quick pace. He grabbed Long Hair by the back of her head and pulled her in for another kiss. A hint of silver flashed across the room from the ring that he wore on his finger.

Long Hair pulled away giggling, which came out more like a high-pitched shrill. She moved down his chest and licked her way down to help her friend, taking her position by his balls. Her head moved in and blocked my view, but I could only guess she was sucking on the firm sack in front of her.

He tipped his head back with his eyes closed, groaning in pleasure. I let out a quiet gasp at the erotic scene playing out.

As if he had heard me, he tilted his head forward and opened his eyes, staring straight at me, locking me into his sight. Instead of being startled by the intruder watching him, he stared at me with such intensity, daring me to keep watching. He might have been far from me, but I could feel the fire of his gaze singeing my skin.

Unaware of our silent interaction, the women worked him harder, but his eyes never strayed from me. Not even when his jaw twitched as he reached the precipice of an explosion.

Panting through parted lips, I felt my eyelids grow heavier with desire as I pressed my back flat against the door frame, my breasts heaving as I longed for touch. His touch. My touch. Hell, I would even have taken Short Hair or Long Hair’s touch right now. Anything to alleviate the burning sensation at the apex of my thighs.

His upper body shook as he watched me. I could see the veins that ran alongside his muscles straining through his skin from how tense his body was. His strong hands grasped the bed sheets as he held out as long as he could from finding release.

Eyes that would haunt my dreams tonight burned brighter than before. Suddenly, he let out a beastlike cry as he came. Gasping for breath to bring himself back down, he continued to stare at me, challenging me to make the next move.

Completely unaware they were being watched, the two women resurfaced, wiping their mouths with the backs of their hands, and giggling in hysterics, subsequently breaking the spell and snapping me out of the trance I had been in. Realizing what a mistake this had been, I ran out of the room as fast as I could, never looking back.

Chapter III

Jai

My workout had been shit this morning. Marco, my trainer, kicked my ass. I could barely keep up with the intervals he drove me through on the tread, let alone the arm shreds on the ropes.

Last night exhausted me. The party had been out of control—and the perfect way to let off steam after my stressful trip to Russia. One of my bouncers at the club I owned with my brother, Nirvana, had brought the hottest women I’d seen in a while. He must have worked overtime finding them, because the penthouse had been packed with tons of new blood. These parties were almost a weekly tradition and the turnout had been stale the past few times, with many of the same in attendance. Most of the guys didn’t mind because they would fuck anything that could walk, even if they already had twice. But that wasn’t me. I liked new pussy.

My brother and sister-in-law kept ragging on me to settle down. They thought thirty-six was an appropriate age to find a wife and have kids. I disagreed. With my line of work, a family of my own placed an instant target on my back. Today’s ally could easily become tomorrow’s enemy, which could only mean people would be lined up to hurt me in the worst way possible, by going after my family.

As of late, my brother, Shyam, had conveniently forgotten his own past. It wasn’t too long ago that he was in my position, the leader of a drug empire and an unapologetic bachelor unwilling to commit. He had been living life as if he were a king with no one to answer to, not even my now sister-in-law, Amelia, who he was hooking up with at the time. She used to work for our family cartel business, helping us track down an enemy who had been destroying our business.

Shyam hadn’t wanted to commit to her for the same reasons I didn’t want a family. Our mother had been brutalized and killed by the same enemy, and my father had never gotten over it, taking his own life in the end. Neither of us wanted to become him, so Shyam should have understood my position. But since he had stepped away from the criminal life and traded it all in for a wife, two kids, and an SUV—okay, it was a nice-ass Range Rover, but still a “family van” in my book—he thought I should do the same.

But I wouldn’t. The underworld was the only place that made me feel like home. Sure, I had graduated first in my class with my master’s in computer programming and had worked for the family tech company, Sethi Tech, as CTO before Amelia took over my role. One would think that I’d want a life of projects, deadlines, and board meetings, but darkness suited me better. I was free to use my computer skills to hack even the most secure databases used by my enemies, which gave me an edge over them. Red tape and following rules in a corporation wasn’t my thing. I answered to no one and I liked it better that way.

Pulling off my glasses, I rubbed my eyes. I needed sleep. Coding was pointless right now, but I craved something to occupy my time before my meeting started. I didn’t do well with idle hands—they needed to be either working or playing.

I shut my eyes to give them a break from the brightness of my computer screen and leaned back in my chair. Blazing blue eyes staring back haunted the murkiness of my mind. I hadn’t stopped thinking about them since last night. The two girls I had been with had been more than eager to please, but the defiance mixed with lust in the extra pair of eyes was what had set me off. I could feel the burn of her desire and the push of her resistance from across the room. Whoever she was, I sensed she wouldn’t easily give into orders from any man, but that made me want her more.

I could probably dig up all the information I needed to find her and research her background, but that wasn’t my thing. My brother loved to background-check anyone he interacted with, even his mailman. His paranoia had been warranted at one time, but the habit had never left him. I had never gotten close enough to a woman to need to dig into her past. She would serve one purpose only and be on her way. I didn’t need to know where she went to high school or the name of her first fuck. If she was old enough to have completed high school, I was good.

I opened my eyes and stared up at the ceiling of my home office.God, those eyes.I couldn’t get a good look at the rest of her body, but it had seemed toned and tight from where I lay. I was hoping she’d take the initiative and join us in bed. Everyone else at that party would have shared similar interests, but not that one. She held a confidence that most of the women I fucked didn’t have. Her spine stood rod straight, and her shoulders were set back with an air of conviction. What I wouldn’t give to see her fall to her knees in front of me…

A knock at the door interrupted my reverie.

“Come in,” I answered, my voice hoarse from how parched my pharynx had grown fantasizing of the blonde goddess from the other night. I cleared my throat, attempting to regain my composure.

“Bhai.” Zayn always referred to Shyam and I as “brother.”

I stood up to greet him, before he pulled me into a “bro-hug” complete with a pat on the back.

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