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“Maria,” the woman said shyly and looked away. I wasn’t so sure she was on board with whatever the plan was. Her breasts were nice and round, her jaw square, her lips lush. I imagined them around my cock, and my cock bounced against my pants.

“Eloa,” the last woman said. She approached, not shy in the least. “Veronica tells me you have quite the cock.” She walked around me one full time and then stopped behind me, resting her chin on my shoulder. “I think this might actually be fun.”

“I wouldn’t fight it, Deacon,” Veronica encouraged. “These are all nice women. They do tend to get rough if they aren’t accepted properly.” She approached, and Eloa moved away. It was apparent who the alpha female in the room was.

I thought about that for a moment. I was still calling them all females. But that really wasn’t the truth. Not my truth, anyway. “Do you really want to do this,” I said softly.

Veronica pressed against me. “I won’t let you make me look bad.”

“I’m afraid you don’t have a choice.” I fought the urge building between my legs. Yeah, despite everything, I still wanted to fuck her ass. Was I turning to the other side? No, but there was something about the woman that made me want to bend her over.

“I do have a choice, Deacon. You want to know why?” She glanced back at the others. “What I’m about to tell you is going to set you off. Don’t fuck this up, or you will be the first person I ever have put a hit on. These women, they will rape you and make you swallow so much come that your stomach will explode.”

“What’s your game, Veronica? I still don’t get any of this. Why bring me all the way down here?”

“Last year, I made a billion dollars moving drugs around South America to the United States. You started asking questions about your wife, and people started getting nervous.”

“What’s that got to do with you?” I asked.

Veronica grabbed my cock and squeezed. The women behind her giggled. “Don’t you fucking go off on me, Deacon. You have much more to lose than I do.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means Suzanne is still alive.”