Page 48 of Orion Ruined

It was simple. I never trusted him. The moment I questioned him about Sigrun, he showed his real face. I knew he was lying to me, but his involvement in the murder of my sister’s husband, Tom, was what triggered me in the first place. Things that Maisy mentioned.

Shooting him was not the best decision I’ve made, I know. Him running to Maisy’s room triggered my rage, and therefore, my decision was made by my cock. Nobody is to mess with my girl. Even now I feel it in my body, that protectiveness that will never cease to exist with Maisy around. She’s like my drug, and I’m a fool for thinking I have control. I don’t. It just takes longer for someone to get to me.

In any case, I’ve messed up. Now I’m a bigger target than before. People talk, and I see more of them coming to the club. Every night in the last three nights, my dozens of surveillance screens stare back at me, showing me at least a hundred people in the club at a time, instead of the usual twenty. It’s good for business, they say. But something’s going on. Someone’s leading this coup and I’m going to find out who. And with too many people at the top of my street, it’s too risky for Kai or Logan to come to my house. We talked, they wanted to come see Maisy, but I don’t want to draw any attention to her at all.

Last time I saw her, I yelled at her to go to her room. If my sister wasn’t around, maybe all of this would’ve been over by now, but she was and she saved Maisy. Out of the three of us, Lisa saved the day. Go figure.

I thought of apologizing to Maisy, but to what end? I’d do the same thing again if I had to. We were drinking, not thinking of the consequences. And there’s always a consequence to any action we take. And so I stay in my office, working until late.

My phone constantly rings. For some reason, there’s shit happening at every location where we have people working. There’s a snitch inside the Cartes and I’ve got to figure out who that is before they cause any more damage.

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A light knock on the door of my bedroom disturbs me. I look up, already vexed. Today it’s only Maisy and me at home, although most days Lisa and Mya stay with us too. When there’s something happening, I want them in the safest place, which is here.

If that’s Maisy, and by the sound of it, it is, why the fuck is she here? But I cannot take enough precautions. I pull my gun and point it at the door.

“Come in.”

The handle jerks down and Maisy pushes the door slowly ajar, her heavenly body revealed with the dark hallway behind her. She’s in her panties and cami top, nothing new there. But she looks different. High heels. She’s wearing high heels. As if my cock wasn’t twitching enough, now I have an instant semi.

“Maisy.” I suck in a breath, searching for words. Her hair’s different too, shoulder-length, with hazel highlights among the dark. It looks like even the sun wants to play with her. “You should know better than coming here.”

“I haven’t seen Kai and Logan in a while, and you, you yelled at me last time I saw you, said I’m nobody, and you’re always working and, I’m bored. You said I’m supposed to help you but you’re not using me at all. I’m not used to not doing anything.”

I push my leather chair back with my legs and stand abruptly from my desk. The screech visibly startles her. “Have you thought about why I’m not coming to see you?”

She shrugs. “I fucked everything up for you.”

She’s regarding me with those dark eyes; if only she knew how she affects me. I went out of my way for her sweet pussy–even saw my doctor and got myself checked out for her. And she thinks I can’t stand her?

“Maybe I’ll go.” She turns her back on me and now, I truly see her.

Her shorter hair, revealing her elegant shoulders; her perfect round ass; her legs, elongated by the heels.

I will fucking fuck her until she can’t walk in those shoes.

“Is that why you put those heels on?” She stops. She better. “To come and tell me you’re bored? And then go? Who gave you the heels, anyway?”

She looks back at me with a sneaky smile, her eyes sparkling. “Your sister.”

I saunter over to where she’s standing and curl my hand around her waist, pulling her to me. I move a few strands of hair, revealing her shoulder, and nuzzle my face into her neck. My eyes drop shut and I breathe in her scent. That scent is enough to give me life for the next hundred years. My hand moves up to encircle her neck, gently, but with intent. The slight pressure is enough to compel her, and when I finally meet her eyes, though she continues to look at me boldly, the profound desire inside them makes me want to keep her forever.

“I haven’t given you shoes on purpose. I don’t want you to leave this house.”

“I wasn’t going to leave.”

I take her with me a few steps and rotate her around so her butt is pressing against my desk. “You’re damn right about that. But did you think you’d come wearing heels to my office and get me to fuck you?”

“The thought had crossed my mind,” she purrs.

I hook my fingers around the band of her panties on either side of her hips, lowering myself to a crouch as I slide them down.

She lifts one foot, then the other to remove them.

“I know what my little slut wants,” I whisper against her skin, and pepper her thighs with kisses, skipping her pubic area as I rise back up.

Immersed in her body, I lock eyes with her as my hands glide over her shoulders, thumbs hooking into the straps of her cami–taking them partly down, but not fully. I love to see my girl uninhibited and needy.

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