Page 7 of Goddess of Mayhem

“All the more reason to hold on to this one.”

I leave Lion’s office without another word and meet Akila in the entryway. She has her long, white hair down with the princess braid that she normally styles it in, and is wearing a tight, black dress with wedge heels. I smile my approval that she traded her sneakers for something else. Marco stands beside her, swiping through his phone—looking for his fuck of the night, I’m sure—and Akila’s brother, Scar, stands on her other side.

Both men sport ripped jeans and black shirts that accentuate their broad chests and defined arms. I’ve never been one for blondes—with the exception of my ex-boyfriend Caine—but I’d almost pay these two to dick me down at the same time.

“Well, you boys look like a wet dream,” I purr, licking my lips while imagining the things I’d do to them if I had the chance.

Marco doesn’t miss the motion, and smiles in response. He’s always been the easiest to play with. Knowing how Marco is, it’s one reason I know he and Akila have slept together. Other than the tension with him in the room this morning, of course.

“Do girls have wet dreams?” Marco asks, causing Scar and Akila to laugh.

I tilt my head to the side. “Wanna find out?”

“Alright, let’s go before the two of you attack each other and we never get down there,” Akila says, a hint of a laugh still in her voice.

“Says the one getting laid,” I mumble.

Scar shakes his head, and Marco chuckles as Akila pushes us into the elevator. Music begins to pulse through the small space from the club as we approach the first floor. We waste no time when the doors open, shuffling out and beelining for the bar.

Marco and Scar order our drinks, and I drag Akila onto the dance floor. This is what I need after shopping today. Normally I love to shop, but when it’s for something that’s as disgusting as misogynistic traditions at my expense, then fuck that. I picked the perfect dress that will make my own statement that night, and I’m excited for the look on my mother’s face.

Akila chose a simple, floor-length mermaid dress made of red lace that hugs her curves perfectly. She looked absolutely stunning in it. If there’s anything to look forward to that night, it’s watching that big, brooding bastard that I call my brother melt like butter at her feet when he sees her.

We dance for hours, and the boys do a good job of keeping our drinks filled, but there still hasn’t been any sign of Lion yet.

“Scar, go find Lion and tell him to get down here before I make good on my threat,” I yell, and Akila snorts while sipping on her fifth cocktail. He nods before pushing through the crowd toward the elevator. I lean in to Akila’s ear, “I need to use the bathroom, you good?”

She nods and sucks down more of her drink, turning to dance with a few girls that work for Lion. Suddenly feeling every drink I’ve had tonight sitting heavy in my bladder, I nearly run to the private bathroom in the back. Perks of knowing the owner—no lines.

After I finish using the restroom and washing my hands, the door pushes open. I spin around, ready to put a bullet in the fucker that barged in here. My gun is trained and cocked when I realize it’s Marco. Scoffing, I flip the safety back on and throw it back in my purse.

He closes the door and leans on it, crossing one ankle over the other and shoving his hands in his front pockets.

“Breaking into bathrooms is what gets you killed, Isaacson,” I tease as I cross my arms, which pushes up my tits.

He hums, uncrossing his limbs before pushing off the door to close the distance between us.

“You caused a little bit of trouble this morning,” he says, grabbing my chin and tilting my head up.

I smile. “You know how much I love chaos.”

Marco has worked for the Castellos for years. We’ve fucked a few times since he’s been around, though the only thing the two of us have in common is our high sex drives. I’m surprised we haven’t found ourselves in this same position since I’ve been here these past few weeks.

Like drinking, sex is an outlet for me. More than anything, one thing I need is a fucking outlet. And if there’s anyone who’s perfect to use for that reason, it’s Marco Isaacson. I haven’t gone this long without sex since losing my virginity when I was fifteen.

All I want right now is to feel, and Marco is calling to the parts of me that are fiending.

He rubs the pad of his thumb along my bottom lip and tilts his head. “I’d say that I would punish you for it, but we both know you like that too much.”

I giggle. “You say that like I’d let you.”

Marco leans down and pulls my earlobe into his mouth, biting down. My body vibrates from its need for attention as his hands roam down my back, pulling me flush against him so I can feel the outline of his hard cock on my stomach.

I moan, and he takes the sound as a hint to keep going. His hands travel further down my body while he kisses along my neck and jaw. My head falls back, allowing him more access as he grabs my ass. Suddenly hauling me up so my legs are wrapped around his waist, he carries me to the counter and drops me on it.

His lips find mine, and I open my mouth immediately, allowing his tongue to assault mine. He grabs a handful of my hair with one hand and yanks my head back to deepen the kiss, while the other slowly skims the inside of my thigh before his fingers graze my pussy, teasing me. At his touch, I unwrap my legs from around his waist to give him better access.

Marco groans his approval when he feels my already soaked pussy. I cry out when he pushes two fingers in, finger-fucking me fast and hard—just the way I like it. He breaks away from our kiss and looks at me through hooded eyes while I get lost in the pleasure he’s giving me.

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