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More?I had no idea what Gianni was referring to so I just moaned my answer, too intent on bringing Valentyn to completion to understand what the man was asking. It wasn’t until I felt something cold against my hole that I realized what he was about to do.No fucking way.

A thick digit slipped into my hole and I all but screamed around Valentyn’s length as Gianni fucked me with his fingers until I was a moaning mess, trying to keep from spilling down Valentyn’s throat before the finale.

And that’s when I felt it, the thick head of Gianni’s cock pressed against my hole, slowly inching its way into my ass. I collapsed against Valentyn, unable to hold up my weight as Gianni continued to slide in, stretching me and filling me up until I was pinned between the both of them. A gentle hand stroked up and down my spine, soothing the initial sting of discomfort as my eyes rolled into the back of my head and I came just like that.

Valentyn hungrily gulped me down as I began lazily lapping at Valentyn’s cock, the man lovingly thrusting up into my mouth as Gianni began to move as well.

This felt like a whole Ferris wheel of emotions and sensations that I couldn’t get enough of. If the intent was to give me something else to think about, then the task was successful. I also knew from experience with these Greek gods that this was only the first stage of whatever they had planned. Selfishly, I hoped that it included Dmitri.

Chapter thirty-one

RHYS

It did not include Dmitri but it did end up with me squashed between two beautiful human beings, their deep snores lulling me into a false sense of comfort. I didn’t believe for a second that I had seen or heard the last of Owen or Ada’s excuses about how things came to be. With the few explanations they had given me as I tried to wrap my head around their less-than-legal activities, there was no fucking way Owen was just going to roll over and die.

The worst part was the fact that if these mendidn’ttake the job, everyone else would be on my ass about a program they shouldn’t have even known about. It worried me that my advisor hadn’t reached out after I sent him a panicked email and then a voice message about all of this. I wasn’t so much as worried about my life as I was about the state of the project I had spent years working on.

Carefully, I slipped from between them, trying not to giggle at the way that Gianni melted against Valentyn’s chest as if I had never even been there.

I squashed those nasty thoughts, the ones that told me I didn’t belong and headed for my office. A quick search for my phone made me realize it was in the living room. Too lazy to venture out there, I snatched the neglected house phone from its stand on my desk and tried calling my advisor. When he didn’t answer, I tried calling the number Hawk International had given me for emergencies, knowing full well that no one was going to answer at midnight and that if they did, they would be pissed.

“Mr. Knight, would you like to tell me why you’re ruining my sleep?”

It’s a personal number? That’s odd.“How did you know it was me?” I whispered into the earpiece.

The man on the other line chuckled. “Mr. Knight, there’s something known as caller ID. Now, you wouldn’t be calling me if it wasn’t urgent. Tell me before my wife starts calling for me to come back to bed.”

I cleared my throat, trying to get rid of the scratchiness of my voice. “There’s… someone after the project I’m working on. I tried calling my advisor but he never called me back.”

“Do they know where it is?”

“No. Well, yes. They know I have it. I moved it though. But they… they put a hit out on me.” It sounded so fucking stupid saying it aloud but I wasn’t going to detail the fact that my ex had broken into my house and then hired people to take the program. This was the easiest way to explain it as I tightened my grip on my phone, waiting for his answer.

“Yeah, okay. Mr. Knight. Go back to sleep. Your paranoia is going to drive you mad. You know that you’re allowed to keep any and all documents on-site if you would like instead of at your house.”

“I’m serious!” I hissed into the phone, panic building in my chest again. If this man wasn’t going to believe me then no one else would. I already knew I’d be safe with the men in my house but I needed someone to take this seriously.

The man drew a long sigh before speaking again. “Mr. Knight. I’m only going to say this once. We have surveillance on your house. We haven’t seen anything suspicious, alright? Go to bed. Your anxiety is making me anxious.” I opened my mouth to reiterate my fears but he seemed to catch on. “Goodnight, Rhys. Come by the office tomorrow if you’d like to start working on-site. Otherwise, there are only a few more days until your presentation and then it’ll be off your hands.”

I frowned, reading the calendar in front of me. I had May 19thcircled in big red lettering, which was two and a half weeks away on a Wednesday. “Um,days?”

“Things got moved up. We’ll see you on Thursday, Rhys.” And with that, he hung up, leaving me completely confused and even more strung out than before. I had less than a week to prepare my entire presentation to Hawk International. It was the sum of my life’s work, something I had lived and breathed for six years, and now I was just going to hand it over.

Something felt wrong.

Likereallywrong.

I turned around, sifting through my emotions to find out what was bothering me. Hawk International had always been shady to me when I found them at the job fair. The security clearance had been a terrifying ordeal, as well as the polygraph, but it hadn’t raised any red flags at the time. I frantically ripped open one of my cabinet drawers and rifled through the papers until I found my interview questions.

I hadn’t been allowed to bring anything into the building or leave with anything during the interview process but they forgot that I was great with numbers and memorization. Needing to dissect everything, I had written it all down on paper, word for word so that I could comb through it later. I wouldn’t ever need it but I’m glad that at a time like this, I was as weird as I was.

The questions in general were harmless—where I worked, what I did, my background, my trustworthiness. But then they morphed into my livelihood and where I lived and how close I was with my family. If I had a car and how often I went out and who I called. Again, the questions in and of themselves were harmless. But together? It was like someone was trying to see how often I was alone.

Which was most of the time.

The man on the phone had told me that they had surveillance on my house and that nothing had seemed suspicious but that couldn’t be true. Owen had picked my lock and the men currently in my house didn’t exactly fit the bill of ordinary handymen.

Hawk International doesn’t work with the government.

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