Page 72 of Sinful Submission

His screams filled the room as I dragged him to the center.

The mountain man attempted to knock Cruz into a guardrail, but Cruz headbutted him, grabbed a handful of the man’s tactical vest, and used it to swing him face-first into an exposed pipe joint.

Storm’s opponent finally wrenched the pipe free, and victory flashed in his eyes. But I knew Storm had been waiting for exactly that, his boot connected with the man’s knee. As the fighter stumbled, Storm grabbed a fistful of his dreadlocks and slammed his head into the press controls. Hydraulics whined as the fighter tried to regain his footing, but he slipped and fell into the controls again.

Rage twisted Ronan’s features. “All you had to do was invite me into The Paradox. You know I would’ve been good for the team. Better than all of you!” His laugh was dark and hollow. The exits his men had attempted to block opened, and five more men entered.

“You’re outnumbered!” Ronan spat. “And you’ll never make it out of here alive!”

Five shots crackled through the space like rolling thunder, and all five men who entered hit the ground.

Santari emerged from the shadows with a nine-millimeter gun still raised. She was dressed in a fuckin’ black leather catsuit that hugged her curves and made my dick hard. Her knee-high boots brought her height just below my nose, and I struggled to take my eyes off her, even for a split second.

“Now, who’s outnumbered, bitch?” she shouted.

We moved as one. Cruz grabbed the mountain man’s head and twisted sharply, snapping his vertebrae. Storm drove the pipe through his opponent’s chest, pinning him to the nearby machinery.

I locked my arm around Ronan’s neck, forcing him to his knees near the hydraulic press. His eyes bulged as Santari approached, her stilettos echoing as she climbed onto the machinery’s base. She drew the zipper down over her breasts, exposing her cleavage and slipping her hands inside. When she removed a small bottle of hand sanitizer, it stimulated every nerve inside me. She drenched her hands in the liquid, produced a match, and lit her hands on fire.

Cruz and Storm’s gazes darkened while terror filled Ronan’s eyes.

“Ronan…” she purred, turning my dick into a brick. “What I’m about to say won’t matter in a few seconds because you’ll be dead. But I want you to know anyway. I’m about to set you on fire.”

I didn’t think I could fall more in love with her but using my words as a replay for death in this moment solidified our union in ways I didn’t know was possible.

“Don’t worry. You won’t fight it because first, I’m going to break your jugular, and when it’s all said and done, I’m going to fuck my men while you burn to ash.” Her dark laughter sent chills down my spine, and I wanted her so bad I was about to nut where I stood. Fuck, I needed to be inside her.

I met her gaze and nodded, releasing my hold. Her leg swept up in a perfect arc, the razor-sharp heel puncturing his throat. She drew her leg back and grabbed his head with both hands, starting a fire in his hair that spread bit by bit down his skin to his clothes.

She released him and he crumbled to the ground, eyes wide. Santari stood over his body with power radiating from every inch of her. “That’s for killing my brother, you son of a bitch.”

The flames on her hands died and she turned to us and drew the zipper to her catsuit down to her hips.

“Storm,” I said, “cut the camera feed.”

“It’s already done.”

We peeled her out of her catsuit, and she jumped in my arms as I spread her pussy with a deep juggernaut thrust.

“Oooooh fuck!”

“I love you so fuckin’ much,” I growled against her mouth, sucking her tongue and biting her lips.

“Sssssss,” she hissed. “I love you, too.” She bounced against my erection like she owned this dick, making my toes curl. “Thank you for believing in meeeeeee!”

“Shit! Fuck, woman…”

I spread her ass with my hands, and Cruz entered her ass from behind.

“Aaaaaah! Yes! Shit! Fuck!”

Congruently, we moaned, grunted, and fucked as Ronan’s body below us – burned.

Two months later

I slipped outof my Range Rover and tossed the keys to the valet. It was hot as fuck today, but I didn’t mind the sun’s burn so much as others. When Cruz, Storm, Rev, and I created The Paradox, it wasn’t meant to become a name known in the underground world. However, after we eliminated Pandora’s Box and took down their entire operations, The Paradox, unintentionally, built a network of allies, ranging from mafia dons to influential politicians. The same people we’d bid on to take contracts in the past were the ones in our pockets.

Did we trust them?

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