Page 41 of Double Down
Phoenix sinks down when I thrust up and the pleasure she moans sets me off. But she’s got that blade, and I don’t want to pull her too close in case she gets cut accidentally.
I can barely concentrate when she guides her tongue to my arm again, licking the small amount of blood that remains.
“Mine,” she whispers as she begins to move, rocking her hips and taking every inch I can give her.
I am hers. I know it. I’ve known it since before I knew exactly what it would mean. But it’s the truth. She rides my cock like aqueen. I worship her without even trying. And she can cut me to fucking ribbons and I’ll still ask for more.
The rest of the world can fuck off. Phoenix? She can cut my heart out, and I’d beg her to stitch it up and do it all over again.
“Fuck,” I mutter as her pussy starts to flutter, squeezing my dick until it feels impossible to move any more.
The blade comes forward, and I’m trembling in anticipation of her cutting me while I get to fuck her.
Except, the tip isn’t touching me. It’s pressed against the swell of Phoenix’s breast, and she presses into that perfect skin as the orgasm tears through her body.
As soon as the first drop of blood starts to drop, I’m coming inside her perfect heat.
Licking the blood? That’s my way of making sure Phoenix knows she belongs to me just as much as I belong to her.
I don’t even care that I’ll be sharing her for the rest of our lives.
“This is hot and all. But we have work to do.” Maverick wipes his lip from the doorway, and Phoenix smiles at him like the goddess she is. But what catches my eye is the fact that Zeus is staring right at Phoenix’s ass on my lap with his tongue out.
Fucking dog watched me fuck her, right alongside Phoenix.
“You’re in my bed tonight, Firebird. That was too much for me.”
I can’t help but shake my head when he reaches down and adjusts his obvious erection.
“That’s okay.” I tell Phoenix as I kiss her neck. “He can have you tonight. You’re dripping with my cum, and we both know you’ll be feeling me until he fucks you later.”
Phoenix whimpers as I pull out of her body and put my cock away. I help her get dressed before I press a soft kiss to her lips.
“Perfection, Angel. Sheer perfection.”
Once I’m back in my office with Mav sitting across from me, the post-orgasm haze is completely gone.
“So you’ve fired how many so far?” He’s checking the numbers for the promotion he’s planning, staring at his tablet while I’m making sure the latest round of termination letters are up to par.
“Twenty so far.” I barely glance up from my computer screen. “Maybe firing the last one for fucking his girlfriend on the clock was a little much, but he also had a ridiculous amount of call outs from work, so I don’t care.”
Mav snorts. “Yeah, because it’s not like you didn’t just fuck our girl in the middle of the day.”
I can’t help the shrug of my shoulders. “Perks of being the bosses, right?”
“Conrad shreds two contracts with suppliers, drafts three better ones, swaps providers, and lands brand deals with gifts for high-roller nights, Atticus reworked our entire payroll system. And you’re making a dent with our goal without even breaking a sweat.” Mav taps away. “This is perfect.”
“You’re in your element, too, Mav. That’s just as important.” I remind him. “You built a marketing empire almost completely overnight, launched influencer campaigns, and used a socialmedia algorithm from Atticus to help target whales and creators with actual conversions.”
In just one week, we've already gained eight percent.
We're fucking machines.
But even machines break eventually, and our cracks are showing.
Every time the phone rings, I jump, waiting for the next body to fall.
I doubt Atticus has slept for longer than twenty minutes at a stretch, still hunting whoever hacked us and left us a corpse.
