Page 26 of Sinful Submission

I approached her, slipped my hand up her face, tilted my head, and squinted… then spoke to her in my mother’s native tongue – Yoruba.

“You’re feeding the darkness. Are you sure that’s what you want?”

Santari laid her hand on top of mine. “Whatever you’re saying, the answer is yes.”

I bit my bottom lip, arousal moving through my loins like a building orgasm. “Storm, get us out.”

“Take the south loading dock. I’ve got the approach covered. Those vehicles just parked up north.”

“Excellent.”I sparked my lighter. “Time to welcome our guests.”

“Hold up.”Cruz took the semiautomatic weapon from Santari.

“Hey!”

He grinned, took a nine-millimeter from a dead guard, and handed it to her instead.

“Let’s start small.”

She leaned into a hip. “With all those motherfuckers out there!”

I laughed and shook my head. “You’ll get your chance to use the big guns. But Cruz is right. Let us handle the high-powered weapons for now. The nine still gets the job done.”

She glanced between us and twisted her lips. “Fine. But because I trust you.”

We chuckled, and Aaron spoke in my ear. “My work here is done. Remember our deal.”

I disconnected the line, and we quickly moved to exit the building. Gunfire erupted from the stairwell as we descended. A guard burst through a side door with his weapon trained on Cruz’s back. Santari gripped her gun. She was focused, her arm steady as she aimed.

“Not tonight, motherfucker!”The words left her mouth as she squeezed the trigger. The bullet tore through his forehead, splattering his brain in a streak against the wall. She didn’t flinch, didn’t hesitate—just turned to face the next threat like she’d been killing her whole life.

My dick was stiff as shit, watching her embrace the violence. As we moved, I emptied my high-powered weapon, then dropped it and reached with both hands for the nines in my shoulder holsters. My arms were spread out above her head, taking down enemies on both sides of her and Cruz. These men were no match for our lethalness. When I ran out, Cruz covered us, and if we both emptied simultaneously, Storm’s rifle whizzed like fat raindrops falling from the sky.

A brief break in the commotion gave me a moment I needed. I grabbed Santari’s arm and yanked her into a dark corner, pinning her against the wall. Her breaths came fast, her pupils dilated with adrenaline as she stared up at me.

“You like that?”I growled against her ear. “Taking a life?”

“Yes.”Her voice shook with need as she ground against me. “It felt... right.”

I bit into her neck hard enough to mark her. She moaned as her fingers dug into my shoulders. “You’re one of us now,”I whispered. “There’s no going back.”

“I don’t want to go back.”Her hand slid between us, gripping my dick through my pants. “I want more.”

A snarl vibrated from my gut.

“Aye!”Cruz’s voice boomed from in front of us. “If y’all are done fucking around, we got company coming in hot!”

I pulled back just enough to see Santari’s face—flushed with arousal and splattered with the blood of our enemies. “We’ll return to this later,”I promised, letting my hand slide up her thigh. I gripped her there, then pushed her forward and smacked her ass, and we proceeded to make our exit.

“Easy…”

Cruz’s fingers probed the bruise darkening my bottom lip, his touch was gentle and caring.

“Take a deep breath,” he said.

I inhaled, wincing at the stinging cut. Steam filled the master bathroom in my bedroom as Storm ran hot water in the oversized tub. The scent of lavender bath salts relaxed me, knowing the water would soothe me but not give me what my body craved.

“They didn’t break any bones,” Cruz said. “But you’ll be sore for a few days from being confined for over twelve hours.”

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