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"I missed you." I dig my nails into him. His voice carries a glimmer of longing, not the normal coldness there usually is.

"You miss me?" I rock my hips against him. I know saying he missed me isn't dirty talk, but it might as well be. It ignites a fire throughout my entire body. A yearning grows deep inside of me.

"You have no idea." He lifts his head to meet my gaze. "I want to watch you come for me." He thrusts forward, his cock rubbing my clit.

"Yes," I moan in agreement. I try to rock my hips more, but his hold on me tightens, pinning me in place.

"Iwant to make you come." His tone leaves no room for argument. He thrusts forward again, only this time fast, rutting back and forth and hitting my clit perfectly.

There is no holding back. All the sensations and his words overload my body. It’s unlike anything I have ever felt before. It's frightening and overwhelming, yet I yearn for it. I need it. Warren’s mouth latches on to my neck, sucking.

My body explodes. A keening cry leaves me as pleasure sweeps through me.

“Fuck yes,” I hear Warren say as the climax lingers inside of me. My whole body is as sensitive as a live wire.

A grunt comes from Warren, his body jerking.

“Sweet Tova,” he whispers into my ear. “I’ll never let you go.”

Is that a promise or a threat? I know it shouldn’t, but my heart hopes it’s the first. With Warren, you never really know. I suppose only time will tell.

Chapter Ten

WARREN

Itrace my finger back and forth over the hair tie that’s been on my wrist since I removed it from Tova's hair. I’m not sure why I haven’t taken it off. It’s been there for over a week. The smell of her is long gone from it.

I wish I had a new one that still had her scent on it, but I know the only way to get it would be to go and see her. Though I guess I could slip into her home easily enough. I don’t trust myself not to take only a hair tie if I were in her bedroom alone.

All I have been able to think about since I pinned her to my office door like a barbaric Neanderthal are the sounds of her moans of pleasure as she came undone for me.

I still don’t understand what came over me that afternoon. I’ve tried to create some space with Tova since then, not trusting myself, but I’m starting to see that it doesn't do shit. It has only made me ravenous for her. It’s gnawing at me right now. That pull I have to her constantly trying to take me to her. I know I’m in a losing battle, but I need to keep reminding myself that this is for her own good.

I run a hand down my face, exhausted. Sleep isn’t coming easily, either. I never needed much, but right now, I’m not getting any. I can’t shut my mind off from thoughts of Tova.Now that I know she’ll be mine, the floodgates have opened to all the things I want to do to her and for her. I can’t explain it. I think that is part of what is driving me so insane. I’m trying to rationalize it, but there is nothing rational about it.

“We’re having a bachelor party after all?” Z drops down in the seat adjacent to me. I shoot him a look that tells him I’m not in the mood. “What? Beating the shit out of someone sounds like a bachelor party for War if I ever heard of one.”

“Can I get you a drink, sir?” One of the cocktail waitresses bends down, giving Z a view of her tits. They’re pushed up high from the corset she has strapped around her. You could never hide a weapon in that.

“I’m good,” Z tells her.

She doesn't bother to ask me, knowing I want to be left alone. It's not often I come down to Bourbon Street. The front part is a high-end strip club while the back is a brothel. On the outside, you’d never know what’s inside, but that is the whole point.

This place is a double-edged sword. We have all kinds of people coming and going from here. They range from high-ranking government officials to doctors and famous people of all types. None of them want anyone to know that they visit this place. This ensures they remain under my control.

If we didn’t own and oversee this place, someone else would. It also protects the girls who want to do this work. This is supposed to be a safe space for that. That’s the reason I’m here now. One of the clients had gotten out of hand. Normally, I wouldn't handle it myself, but I could release some tension at this moment. Plus, every now and then I like to send the message myself, knowing people are always watching. Everyone needs to know that I’m not afraid to get my hands dirty.

Ronan drops down into the chair across from me. “Why are you here?”

“I could ask you the same question.” Ronan puts his feet up on the table between us, leaning back to get comfortable. I pull the hair tie and let it snap against my wrist to focus on that, not my annoyance with my brothers.

“It’s his bachelor party,” Z answers when I don’t. “And were you raised in a fucking barn?” He shoves Ronan’s feet off the table. "Don’t put your feet on the table."

"I bet worse has been on that table." Ronan nods to the other end of the room, where two strippers are all over a businessman.

I watch them for a second, but I don't feel any desire. Even when I walked in here earlier, I hadn't felt a spark of anything. There were nude women dancing on the stages throughout. Sex has never been a desire before, but now it's only targeted at Tova.

"You know, I could ask them to come join you. I'm sure they'd drop that poor schmuck to give you more than a couple of dances." I turn my attention back toward my brothers.

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