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He knew it too.

"It's time to scream for me, Duchess."

"No. W-wait," I tried to push his head away, if you call that trying. But my whole intention of stopping him went out the window with my gun as he swept his eager tongue along my swollen pussy.

His hungry moan caused my body to light up as his tongue rubbed along my clit, taking me to a completely different level of sex.

His tongue kept sweeping up and down, rolling over that hardened bundle of nerves before sucking it into his mouth. He licked my lips, teased me until his mouth closed over my clit, and sucked hard, finally making me scream as that first orgasm consumed me. Jolting my hips off the bed only made him try even harder as he slid his fingers inside of me, curling them just right. Just as they hit my G-spot, I froze, and he looked at me as my hips followed his jagged movements. Up and down, his thumb circling my clit as his fingers curled inside me just right.

“Don’t stop,” I gave out in breathy whimpers.

“That’s my good girl,” he leaned in and bit down on my clit. I screamed again while another shattering orgasm swept over me. By the third one, I was pushing his head away only to have him chuckle as he flipped me around to smack my ass.

"Caleb," I whispered, trying to slide myself off the bed. He spanked me again and growled as my back arched in heat.

"Hmmm," he hummed a response, lost in his own seductive world as he slid his fingers through my wet folds. I mewled and looked over my shoulder, watching as he placed his cock to my wet core, teasing me with it, and making me bite my lip against a plea that threatened to escape.

He spanked me again, and crying out, I pushed back against him, sliding him in deep.

"Fuck," the word broke as he slid out of me and then slowly slid himself back in, his cock hard and thick. As he spanked me, I felt the walls of my pussy contract around him, and I gripped the sheets, thinking this was it. This was how I ended up, the President of the Royal Harlots at the mercy of a Mafia King.

He suddenly lifted me until I was perched on all fours, and as he slid into me, he wrapped his hand around my neck and pulled me up against him.

"You'll always be mine, sweet Duchess. I'll never let you go."

He circled my clit as he continued to fuck me. "Now cum on my cock like a good girl and show your King just how addicted you are to having him inside you."

"Caleb," his name came to a silent whisper as my body tightened and my hips created havoc against his cock and fingers, the friction forcing me to fall off that sharp edge.

He reached up and squeezed my nipples, squeezing the tips as he bit down on my neck, and I got lost in this precipice of ecstasy which only he controlled. Because that's exactly what happened. I had given all my control to the King of the TurkishMafia, and as I screamed for him, I didn't care not one fucking bit.

Chapter 20

Caleb

Reaching across the bed, my hand skimmed the cool silk sheets, instinctively seeking the heat she’d left behind. But the only thing that met my fingers was emptiness.

My eyes opened, narrowing on the absence. The room was quiet, too quiet. Not even the whisper of her breathing remained. I bolted upright, the black silk twisted around my hips, my head still buzzing with the echo of her moans from the night before. But she was gone.

The scent of her clung to the air, wildflowers, leather, and her sweet pussy, an intoxicating mix that lingered in the bedroom. My hand drifted lower, and I wrapped my fingers around my cock, stroking slowly as memories of last night crashed over me. Her tight pussy, the way her body clenched around me, how she screamed my name like a reverence and a threat all at once.

I felt it all like a phantom grip, her tight little body wrapped around my cock, a memory so vivid it was as if she still lay beneath me. I growled low, the sound guttural, primal, the ache in my cock pulsing with need and fury. She thought she could leave without consequences. That she could steal from me, ride me like she owned me, make me cum so hard I saw stars, andthen vanish into the fucking morning mist without a goodbye. Let her run. Let her pretend she wasn’t mine. I stroked myself harder, groaning as my climax ripped through me, the image of her on her knees, mouth open, eyes wild, seared into my brain. She’d get there again. I’d make sure of it. Next time I saw her, she’d be the one begging, on her knees, tongue out, ready to be fucked like the filthy girl she is. And when I was done, when she was gasping my name, she’d finally understand. She doesn’t get to leave me. Because next time… I wouldn’t let her go at all.

I pushed out of bed, the morning breeze brushing over my bare skin as I stepped onto the balcony. I looked out over the railing and let out a chuckle as I realized her precious gun was no longer in the pool. The woman couldn't even leave me a breadcrumb, giving me no choice but to create a plan to bring her back, and in her pride, I was pretty sure she’d fall for it. That was the Duchess’ only downfall. Nobody told her what to do, but when it meant beating out the enemy, her pride would always get in the way.

But what had me truly laughing, the kind of laugh that vibrated low in my chest, was what she’d taken.

The fucking laptop.

She’d swiped my damn laptop from my study. The same one Leon had encrypted six ways to Sunday. And here’s the thing, she had no idea that letting her steal it was part of the game.

She wanted to play?

I’d play. And I’d make sure to win.

Because Duchess didn’t know who she was fucking with. She thought she was clever, slipping out before sunrise and not letting me have my fill of her before she left.

I wasn’t. I was turned on.

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