Page 28 of Crimson Reign

“Now come on this big fucking cock like a good girl.”

It’s like pulling a trigger. Elena erupts as she comes, like I’m watching a hurricane make landfall behind her eyes. She arches her back, screaming in pleasure, before I slam my lips to hers and swallow her release. I roll my hips and bury every inch of me deep in her clenching, milking, rippling pussy until there’s no holding back.

I come like a gunshot, my whole body jerking and clenching as my cum fucking explodes out of me. Rope after rope spills deep into her sweet pussy as our tongues duel and my arms wrap around her.

Now, I’m never letting her go.

9

Elena

"Justafewdiscrepanciesin some offshore accounts I'd like you to look at," Julian says, his smile warm and reassuring as he bounces Fiona gently on his hip. "Nothing urgent, but I'd appreciate your expertise."

I watch as my daughter giggles, reaching for Julian's face with her tiny hands. At a year and a half, she's becoming more expressive every day, her personality blooming despite everything we've been through.

"Sure," I tell him, checking my watch. "Matteo's in meetings with Nico all morning, anyway."

Matteo …My thighs clench. The way he fucked me yesterday…. I’ve never had sex as intense as that before.

Julian nods, shifting Fiona to his other hip. "Perfect timing, then. The security shift change happens in about twenty minutes. I've set everything up in the west wing study."

"I thought we usually worked in the main office?"

He shrugs. "The west study has better natural light. Easier on the eyes when going through columns of numbers."

Something about his casual tone triggers a faint warning bell in my mind, but I dismiss it. Julian is one of Matteo's most trusted men—and Fiona adores him.

"Let me just grab my laptop," I say.

"No need," he replies quickly. "I've printed everything out."

Ten minutes later, we're walking through the less-frequented corridors of the west wing.

The study Julian leads me to is smaller than the main office, with tall windows that flood the room with morning light.

We set up a playpen in the corner with some of Fiona's favorite toys.

I move to the desk, leafing through the documents while Julian closes the door behind us. "What exactly am I looking for?" I ask, reaching for a folder.

The sound of a lock clicking makes me freeze.

When I turn, everything changes in an instant. Julian is no longer the smiling, gentle man who sneaks my daughter chocolates.

His face has hardened, and he's holding Fiona with one arm while his other hand presses a gun against her tiny head.

"You're looking for a way to keep your daughter alive," he says quietly.

My blood turns cold. "Julian, what are you doing?"

"What I should have done weeks ago. The cameras in this wing have been disabled. You're going to do exactly as I say, or I'll put a bullet through her head."

I force myself to breathe, to think. Fiona's eyes are wide, confused by the sudden tension, but not yet afraid.

"Why?" The question comes out as barely more than a whisper.

"Business. The Caruso made me an offer I couldn't refuse. Deliver you to them, and I get a seat at the table."

"Matteo trusted you."

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