Page 9 of The Tallest Tower (Underbelly Enchanted)

FELIX

EIGHTEEN YEARS LATER

Islam my hips forward, my cock filling the sweet mouth of a woman whose job, whose very purpose, is to please me. Her tongue works magic along the length of my shaft, and her teeth, just threatening enough to make a blow job exciting.

“Deeper.” I fist her long hair and pull her forward, my cock bruising the back of her throat, so tears fill her eyes and mascara leaks onto her cheeks when the moisture dribbles from her lashes. “Fuck.” I know I hurt her. I know I take pleasure and return none. But this is the deal she made when she agreed to come to bed with me. Consent was given. “Swallow me down.”

“Lix.” Micah stops in the doorway of my office—and rolls his eyes skyward when he finds me standing by my desk, my pants pushed down to my knees, and Lacey…

Lara? Lauren? Fuck…

I push her back until she releases my cock with a gasp. “What’s your name?”

“T-Tessa,” she stammers, bringing her hand up and wiping the smudged lipstick from around her mouth. “My name is Tessa.”

Question answered, I bring her forward again and guide her backaround my cock. Then grinning, I look to Micah and raise a brow. “Give me a minute. Tessa’s busy.”

He shakes his head, but doesn’t bring his eyes back down. “Dante wants to meet with you. Today.”

“Dante can suck my cock, too.” I grit my teeth as Tessa draws me closer to the edge. Closer to completion. Which isn’t a favor I’ll return for her. “Bring him in and line him up, I’m not shy.”

“He wants to talk eastern distribution.” He sighs. “Timothy’s dead, Lix, and the other three Malones are in Copeland. So this is on you now.”

“Timothy deserved it.” And why,whydoes thinking about him being dead make me hard? Surely, that’s something folks with degrees discuss in textbooks. “He deserved worse.”

“Yeah, well, it’s done now. And you haven’t returned Dante’s calls in a week.”

“I’m not his fuckin secretary.” I tighten my hand in Tessa’s hair and elicit a squeak of pain from deep in her throat. She doesn’t mind, though. No, she slips her left hand between her legs to bring herself pleasure. “I’ll speak to Dante when I’m fuckin ready.”

“Archer’s flipping out about Cato and some chick.”

“Archer’s always flipping out.” My breath comes faster. Faster, as Tessa draws me to a peak. “He needs to relax.”

“Minka texted, and?—”

I bite out a roar and drench Tessa’s throat with my hot, salty cum, my release draining me until I want to slump. My orgasm, a result of hearing my favorite sister-in-law’s name.

Arch would destroy me if he found out. His loyalty to his brothers is fragile at best, but his devotion to the good doctor, Minka Mayet, is absolute.

I mean, he knows I’d climb into bed with her if I ever got the chance. But I doubt he’s aware that her name alone can make me explode.

Some things are better left unsaid… Or so they say.

“You’re a sick fuckin man,” Micah groans,knowingwhat I’ve just done. Finally, he brings his eyes down and regards the woman who swallows my seed and continues to bring herself pleasure.

She fingers herself and moans in response to her own touch. Makes sounds that would entice a typical man to join in and help her out.

But I’m not a typical man, and I have no desire to bring her pleasure.

Pulling my cock from between her lips, still hard despite my release, I give her a pat on the head, a dismissal, and step around her naked form. Done with my guest, I tuck my red-ringed cock back into my pants and slide the zipper up. I fix my shirt and buckle my belt as I walk, and by the time I reach my brother at the door, I’m fully presentable again in a suit, jacket, and shoes most men will see their reflection in—mere seconds before I kick their skulls open.

“Call Dante and tell him to send me a proposal. I have no interest in sitting down and chatting with him before I see what he’s offering.” Then I flash a wild grin and add, “Call Minka and tell her I’m thinking of her.”

“I’ll do one of those things.” He turns on his heels and starts out of my office and down the same hall I ran the length of a million times in my youth. Almost turning right, toward my father’s old headquarters, like a habit he’s never quite gotten rid of, Micah catches himself and turns left, massaging his damaged hand with the other.

He lost a finger a few months back, to a family who decided we stole from them. We took their turf, so they took his digit. But because Pastore’s attack on my brother was considered unprovoked, we were given permission to snap back and not risk wrath from the man who controls us all. In the end, we took Pastore’s turf, his hand, his home, and his girl. Because you don’t fuck over a Malone and not expect the other four to turn up and make shit right.

“Cato’s starting college soon.” Micah pivots at the top of the stairs and continues down, knowing I’ll follow.

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