Page 46 of The Last Time You Break Me

“They should be here soon, we should take our places and check our weapons,” my father instructed as he came to a stop at our side. He looked out over the water that glistened like tiny diamonds and I followed his line of sight. The boat was slowly drifting in from the distance which meant that Lucas’s guys should be here soon to unload half of it before the cheeky cunts sent the rest back to us with a big fuck you.

“I’m proud of you, Lara. You did this. You got the information we needed,” he stated as he kept his eyes trained on the water that rippled. He was still awkward around me and Reggie. But that was understandable. The man had been his best friend for forty-five years. It was not like our love story was conventional.

But the best things never were. Conventional never made the headlines or sparked awe in somebody’s soul.

“Can we stop with all this shit?” I snapped and it made everyone jump and they all turned worried eyes on me. “First, Dalton and the goon squad come to me with their heart in their hands and now you’re telling me that you’re proud? Right before we go head to head with our underhanded, cuntish den of slithering bastard, rivals?” I added before I stopped and took a breath. With a little less heat and a lot more hesitation I added, “It sounds like a goodbye and I don’t do goodbyes.” I untangled myself from Reggie and moved into the thicket of bush that surrounded the perimeter of the docks. I pulled the gun from the waistband of my signature combat leathers and checked the barrel before putting it back then refastened the steel blade wrapped around my thighs. The cool feel of the chains around my neck seeped into my chest and gave each breath I took a refreshed feel as I reached up to toy with them.

It was a unique necklace, one that held six dog tags that had fingerprints engraved into them.

My mother, father, brothers and the last one that hung from my throat was Reggie’s. I had them made after my mom died, and had them engraved with unique shapes specialized to them. Reggie’s fingerprint is shaped like a distorted rib cage. You wouldn’t notice it until you studied it. Before then, it would just look like a blob of rippled ink.

Nobody said anything after my outburst, probably because they knew I wouldn’t handle it well if they did. While I cranked my neck and rolled my shoulders, tires churned over gravel and I knew things were about to kick up in pace.

Everybody took their positions and by everyone, I meant my father, Reg, myself, my brothers and six of our most trusted men. When you were confident within your abilities, you didn’t need to bring an army to stand at your back. Just enough men that you trust enough to sneak through the ranks and take thebastards out at the knees. A little trick we all learned from my father and Reggie.

Apparently the ankles wouldn’t do.

Reggie moved to my side as we squatted behind the vibrantly green foliage and peered out into the clearing. Just as the boat idled closer to the shore my heart began to race.

The sweet promise of violence began to creep throughout my entire body and I trembled in anticipation.

“Violence smells so sweet on you, troublemaker,” Reggie rasped into my ear and it sent arousal straight to my core as he pushed himself up against my back and trailed his hand down my stomach to settle and rest over my leather-clad pussy. He cupped me, applying pressure that sent my broken breaths into eager gasps carried by the wind. I ground my hips into him, high on the fact that we were out here in the open, hidden by nothing but a veil of leaves that kept us concealed from our enemies. The thought that at any moment, bullets could fly, I shuddered in excitement.

Two blacked-out Mercedes pulled into the docks and then two men jumped out of each car. A blacked-out van pulled up behind them next. I watched in calculation as I jutted my hips forward and flexed my cunt into Reggie’s palm as four of the suited men turned around and took formation, giving their backs to the waters and searching for any threats. Whoever trained them was as thick as a bag of dog shit. They hadn’t even checked the area before they turned their back on the van and opened it up ready to load our guns into the back.

So arrogant in their theft they thought themselves untouchable.

Oh, how it would be fun to prove to them otherwise.

“Do you think you can come for me, pretty girl? Right here, right now in utter silence while we wait for our enemies to show us their throats?” he whispered and everything within medanced at the husked sound of his voice. My eyes flickered to the side, searching our surroundings on instinct even though I knew that nobody could see us. We’re dotted all around this clearing and all hidden in various ways. I rocked a little more persistently, before I turned, knocked away his hand, and fell to my knees.

“No, but can you?” I asked in a sultry response. My tone was heavily coated in lust and I quite enjoyed this game he had just begun.

I’m a screamer. There’s nothing fun about sex and everything that came with it if you couldn’t let go and scream your release to the rafters. So, no. There was no way I could come in silence and not fall weak at the knees. It would be fun however to see if this beast of a man could do the same thing. If he was capable of silence while my warm mouth wrapped around him so tightly, that I sucked him for all that he was worth. I reached for the belt buckle on his jeans and unfastened it. He stared down at me with wild and panic-filled eyes that were blown huge in arousal and I smirked.

“You’re the devil, Hellcat,” he uttered breathlessly. “And you better open wide because if we’re doing this, I’m not going to stop until the head of my cock touches the back of your throat and you choke on me, baby.”

If only he knew…I had no gag reflex.

I opened wide, tilted my head back and gave him a look that taunted him. A look that dared him to try, and he took it—he ran with it as a devilishly handsome and arrogant smirk lit up his face. He pulled back, lurched forward—not by any means taking me slow and gentle—and my pussy wept at the control he had over our bodies. I let him in, relaxing my throat and swallowing him whole. But instead of pulling back and bobbing up and down, I held him there for a moment in a vice that was unrelenting. Those wild gray eyes bugged out of hishead and I smirked around my mouthful of rock-hard cock and groaned. The vibrations engulfed him and he shivered. I sucked, pulling on him deeply and introducing him to a new sensation altogether.

“Oh fuck,” he snapped a little too loudly. “What-what are you doing, Hellcat?” he asked as he buried his large hands into my long head of hair.

I pulled back, letting him go and he stumbled forward with a look of indignation on his hard-chiseled face. “What are you doing? I never told you to stop!” he hurriedly said, burning with the need of red hot desire as he chased my mouth with his solid soldier, bravely sacrificing himself for war.

“I thought the goal was to be quiet, hmm?” I asked and bit down on my lower lip to hide my teasing smile.

“Not when you suck like that. Quick, we don’t have long,” he rushed as his head snapped up and he looked back out over the clearing. “Two men on the shoreline, ready and waiting. ETA on the boat is probably another six to seven minutes judging by the distance. The other rats are still standing sentinel,” he informed me and I chuckled, getting back to work.

I took him to the back of my throat and worked him up and down as I placed my hands on his hips and used my hold on him as leverage as I began to play with my tongue, swirling it around the piercings in his cock. Once I knew he was close to the edge, I let go and held his balls in my hand, and squeezed tightly until he bellowed a harsh whispered, “Devil’s fuckery!” He shot his release deep into the back of my throat and I grinned in victory. I wiped the side of my mouth and sucked my fingers clean of his cum and he stared down at me like an owl opening its eyes for the first time. “You, little troublemaker, are Satan with tits. That was the best head I’ve ever had!”

“Speaking off, I need that list. You know, one of your past conquests? It’s time I added them to the kill file I have storedunder my mattress,” I stated offhandedly as I stood back on my feet.

He tucked himself back into his jeans and looked at me suspiciously. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”

“Deadly.”

“Okay then, sweet but psycho,” he uttered gruffly with a lopsided grin.

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