Page 57 of Captured Solace

“How lucrative are the ports for you now that you’ve split the territory with me?” I asked. “I know my areas add up to quite a bit, but not as much as I’d be making if I was say…on the East Coast.”

“Fucking suicide to mess with the East Coast. We don’t need the Irish up our asses, not now that we’re finally at peace with each other,” said Lucien. “And to answer your question, Viktor, they’re still very lucrative for us.”

I drained my vodka, glancing behind me to find Sienna sitting on the couch, her arms wrapped around her knees. Iris was draped over the back of the couch and Olivia sat opposite her, mirroring her pose. They both listened attentively as she talked.

“My brother-in-law, Cosimo, will be here tomorrow,” Lucien said. “He’s been one of my point men on the ports so he’ll walk you through your territories. He can give you real numbers about what each area brings in, what it has the potential to bring in.”

“Good,” I said, nodding.

Lucien eyed me and I wondered for a moment if he was suspicious after my comment about the East Coast. Then he poured a shot, bolted it, and released a sigh. “Olivia wants to take Sienna and Iris out in the city tomorrow. I told her that was fine.”

A flicker of irritation passed through me. “Will they have security?”

“Of course,” Lucien said, his jaw twitching.

“Then Sienna may go,” I said.

I met his gaze and his eyes narrowed. There was something about Lucien that always put me on edge. Perhaps it was how he could enter a room and freeze it like a gust of icy wind. Or perhaps it was how he walked, like a tiger advancing on its prey. Whatever it was, it was no matter. I had no issue with pushing back against him, with putting him in his place when it came to my wife.

“Good,” said Lucien crisply. “Now, it’s getting late. We should all be getting to bed.”

He turned his shot glass upside down and clicked it on the counter. Then he held out his hand to Olivia and she jumped to her feet, slipping her fingers through his. Duran dropped onto the couch and pulled Iris onto his lap, setting his third shot on the table. From the look in his eyes when he slid his arm around his wife, they were probably going to fuck on the couch as soon as they were alone.

I took that as our definitive cue to retire upstairs. It was getting late and it was beginning to annoy me that my wife’s family both didn’t trust me and, in Lucien’s case, seemed to still think they held some kind of authority over her.

I released a heavy sigh once we were up in our room and began unfastening my tie and cuffs. There was a tray of food on the table and Sienna made a beeline for it. When she lifted the lid, I was surprised to find two large hamburgers and crispy, steaming fries on a tray.

“Hamburgers and french fries?” I said, frowning.

“It’s my favorite,” she said. “Mrs. Garcetti, the housekeeper, remembers that kind of thing.”

I unzipped the back of her gown, leaving her in her lace thong and bra. She kicked off her heels and shoved one of the burgers in her mouth, biting down with an expression of pure bliss.

“If it’s your favorite, why don’t we have it more often?” I asked as I undressed.

“The best way to eat your favorite food is to only have it a few times a year. More than that, you might get bored.”

I kissed the back of her neck and she shivered. “The same doesn’t hold true for you, baby,” I murmured.

“You’re hard.” She giggled and the sound shot through me like adrenaline.

“I’m always hard for you.”

She turned around in my arms, swatting at my hands as I moved them beneath her panties. “Eat your burger and fries, Viktor. Then maybe I’ll consider letting you fuck me.”

She did more than consider it. As soon as we finished eating, she pressed me down on the bed and kissed me. She tasted extraordinary, still salty like pickles and french fries, but somehow sweet underneath it all. Her hands roamed over my bare torso and found the waistband of my boxers and tugged them down. Then her soft, wet mouth wrapped around my cock, drawing it into the back of her throat.

I wanted to keep still and feel her draw me in and suck me until pleasure moved like a rush of fire down my spine. But more than I wanted her mouth on me, I needed to feel her beneath me, to know she belonged only to me. Something about bringing her back to this house made me feel like she wasn’t totally and completely mine.

I looked down at her, her dark hair falling over her face as her head bobbed in my lap. God, she was so perfect. It didn’t matter that she had a mouth on her she couldn’t seem to control even when it got her into trouble. That was one of the things I’d grown to love about her.

That and how much she fucking loved sex.

That was something I hadn’t anticipated. From the moment we’d met, electricity sizzled between us and I felt her desire, stifled with inexperience and shyness. But unmistakable all the same.

Even when I woke her at night, my cock hard and pressed up against her ass, she welcomed it. Her silky thighs would part and she’d pull me between them, urging my cock into her with lazy thrusts. And at night, she would slip into the shower with me and look up at me with those dark eyes as she slid down my body.

She had a way of teasing me that drove me insane and she was doing it right now. Her lips closed around the tip of my cock and she dragged them down to the end, barely touching me. Then her fist closed over the base of my length and she licked me all the way down my underside. I twitched and pressed into her throat until I felt resistance. She moaned, digging her fingers into me, grinding her clit against my leg with frantic, little thrusts.

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