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I grab her ankles, lift them up, and start pumping her deep, hard, letting out a grunt each time I do. Fuck, this little slut is gonna make me cum so fast.

She’s rubbing herself as I slam into her, gasping like she’s flying up to cloud nine, right where I am. “I want you to cum inside me,” she breathes.

“How much do you want my cum, slut?”

“A lot.”

“Do you crave it?”

“Yes–I do–I want it,” she stutters between thrusts.

“Do you dream about it?”

“Every day. I haven’t stopped thinking about your cum,” she whimpers. She’s starting to come undone. Her whole body’s vibrating.

“Your sweet fucking ass squeezes me so good.” Electrifying, staccato moans fall from her lips and I increase the pace. Her back arches and her head falls back.

But she’s not getting my cum today. “Maybe another time.”

I withdraw as I speak and, untouched, my cock spurts. I look at it glistening, hard, the veins pumping as the first rope shoots across the middle of her stomach. The second and third land at the crack of her cunt, dribbling down her gaping entrance and over her ass.

I growl, long, loud, animalistic. Still gripping her ankles. “Fuck… I want you to be my slut all day every day, Maisy.”

“I want that too,” she purrs.

I button up my pants and go to the other side of the desk to lean down to her gorgeous face. Her hair’s stuck to her sweaty forehead. She’s the epitome of a muse.

“You did good today, coming here with the heels on.” I kiss her. “But make sure you leave them on my desk when you go.”

Maisy cups my face, holding my gaze in her bottomless eyes, pleadingly. “I want your cum…” She takes one of the sperm ropes from her stomach and licks her fingers. “…inside me.”

“Maybe one day. You’ll have to keep coming ‘til then.”

She grins, flashing her teeth at me. I sit back in my chair and look at mess I made of my paperwork. I cannot think straight with her here, she’s such a distraction.

She props herself up on her elbows to regard me. “Shall I go?”

“Yeah. I’m busy.”

She gets off the desk and picks up her panties. Puts them on and heads for the door.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?”

She stops, takes off her heels, and drops them on my desk.

CHAPTER 9

KAI

I haven’t seen Maisy since the day we killed Zed and I miss her like crazy. I find myself grinding my teeth when she gets in my head. I just want to sink my cock, inch by inch, into that sweet little ass of hers and pound her indefinitely. This obsession I have with her is the one thing that keeps me sane in my world.

Killing has never been easier for me, especially killing the people who messed with my girl. That day was fucked up. A true challenge, I might say. We expected five people tops, but there were more than twenty in Zed’s pissy apartment. All men, armed and ready for a fight. They were expecting someone, that was obvious. The firearms they had were out of their league; they clearly didn’t know how to use them, but thanks to my four-finger metal ring I put quite a few to sleep before they could even find the unlocking clips on their guns.

Storming in wearing balaclavas, we annihilated everyone in there. This could never be traced back to us. Of course, Logan wanted to snap Zed’s balls off, but we managed to pull him away. He’s extremely persistent if he sets his mind to something, so we watched him like hawks all night.

And today, again, the killing never seems to stop where I am. I’ve been up from four in the morning, going through my books. Something’s not adding up–either people stopped buying guns, or someone’s stealing money. And I know it’s not the former. The signature of Rocco, my number two who’s in charge of the cash, has been showing up on each slip with the money missing. Coincidence? I know it’s not. And if that wasn’t enough to get me angry, I was called by Dewei as a backup to help him with some personal shit. Some ex-boyfriend’s back and he’s not liking it. The fuck! That personal shit nearly killed us. If I hadn’t had my right hook ready, that animal would’ve torn my body in half with his sawed-off shotgun. I smashed his face to a pulp, then shot him. At that moment of life or death, all I had in my head was this craving for Maisy. As if nothing else mattered but her.

But we had to put her through shit to see if she was lying. It turns out she both was and wasn’t. That’s the moment we entered the gray area. We’ve avoided gray areas all our lives, and now, none of us have the guts to end it. Being among the three most dangerous mafia heads didn’t scare her. She stood up for herself. She keeps doing that.

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