Page 17 of Suck

Fuck if I don’t want to drape my coat around her. Hell my entire suit to keep eyes off of her. Tempting as a siren, she’s like fucking medusa, turning my cock to stone in an instant. “Angel you’re going to make it so damn difficult to concentrate tonight.”

I love how she lights up from my compliment, basking in my admiration of her beauty that’s almost as glorious as her personality. She smiles at me, growing a little in her confidence rather than hiding like she did at the boutique for her shopping spree. Making me regret approving the too short, too tight, too revealing dress.

“Thank you. I’m glad you like it.”

“I like you more.”

I’ve pushed too far with my innuendo, and she quickly turns away bashful as ever. Bending over to fiddle with the strap of her heel that makes her toned legs even more stunning, she makes me want to shove up her dress, rip off her panties, and fuck her from behind until she collapses.

A double knock on the door ends my temptation and confirms Ryker is ready. In one of the most dangerous cities in the world, I can’t take any chances with her. With her long, blond hair and sparkling sheath, she’s already eye-catching. On my arm, she’s a target for the worst kind of revenge.

“Ready, angel?”

“Yes!”

She quickly rises and hustles to me, stirring up my dick despite my concern over our necessary entourage to the club. A public place minimizes the threats yet hardly eliminates the danger. The tense mood of the team affects her too and she quiets down from her bubbling excitement and distinguishes her radiant smile, killing me that my concern tempers her fun.

We move quickly from our suite, taking the stairwell to prevent the possibility of us being trapped in the elevator, down to the lobby, and out the front doors to my waiting vehicle. Shielded by the 47s my team keeps at the ready, forcing her already big eyes even wider.

Her soft hand grips mine during the drive while her expression reveals so many unasked questions she’s afraid to speak aloud. I should probably attempt to allay her suspicions yet I don’t want to lull her with a feigned reassurance. Fear keeps her close and obedient. “This will only take about an hour and then we’ll fly to my beach house where we can relax completely.”

“Okay, Reece.”

My name on her lips fucks me up more than I can explain. Despite her uncertainty, she trusts me, and I can’t ask for anything more from her than faith in me to keep her safe.

I don’t fuck around once the SUV comes to a stop. Always harder to hit a moving target, so I shove open the door once Ryker taps the window and usher her off the seat and toward the entryway with a wall of guards on each side of us. Only slowing for her tiny feet once we’re inside and Eduardo greets us. I’ve know the Venezuelan discotheque owner since childhood and trust him implicitly. Luckily, his club makes the perfect meeting place for men I don’t.

The energetic man cups his hand around his mouth and speaks into my ear, having to practically shout over the raging DJ.

“Omar is waiting for you at my private booth, and I have drinks already ordered for you and your mujer hermosa.”

“Thank you my friend.”

I shake his hand and allow him to place kisses on each side of her sweet face since I know he prefers cock to pussy. Plus she’ll enjoy the cordial custom especially with Eduardo’s gusto fawning over her. The gorgeous smile returns to her face proving I am correct with his lavish attention that she absolutely deserves.

Allowing him to lead us through the crowd, my men fall in place next to and behind us. Screening her from view as much as possible, they keep close and coordinated following the years of vigorous training I’ve demanded of them. They know nothing else but to protect me and the people I love.

Just like I expect, Eduardo spoils us, snapping at the bartender near the owner’s table who finishes our drinks as we arrive. He laughs his genuinely tickled laugh as he offers Macy her glass, telling me that he’s up to something.

“This is called a Suck, Bang, & Blow, which I’m sure Reece appreciates me giving you the idea of what you should be doing later.”

He smirks at me when I roll my eyes from his obvious attempts to goad me and delight her from his teasing. I’m forced to smother my grin from her bubbly laughter when I catch sight of my enemy-hopefully-turned-partner watching us—studying my reaction to her to decipher how important she is to me. Unaware yet that she’s my whole fucking life now.

I draw the line at Omar touching Macy. I pull out her chair without introducing her since this is about business not pleasure. Omar scowls in evident offense, but I don’t give a damn. “You asked for this discussion so I assume you realize your previous mistake.”

His dark eyes blaze with fury, following my movements as I seat myself, but he checks himself and nods, acquiescing to my insult and my dominance. Good. Then this discussion will be even briefer than I expected. “The original offer still stands, minus twenty percent due to the delay. Next time, I recommend you be more decisive when presented with a deal as generous as mine.”

“Death would be a better option than submitting to you if I had only myself to worry about.”

The brutality of our discussion impacts my innocent angel more than I anticipated with her little gasp. Sympathy for the man pretending a victimization for her benefit when he’s almost as ruthless as I am. But not quite. No one ever is.

I switch to Spanish, protecting her from the details of our arrangement. She’s been exposed to more than I ever wanted for her and she doesn’t need to hear any more of the specifics. Or my threats. Her eyebrows lift in surprise from my fluent grasp of the language. But she remains quiet, seeming to realize that’s my preference in this situation without me even having to request her silence. The less he knows about her, the better. I refuse to provide him any opportunity to fall in love with her beyond her obvious beauty.

Instead of questioning me, her gaze quickly returns to the bodies seeming to thrash in the pulsing atmosphere. Appearing to be jolted by an electric current with the lights flashing harshly in the dim warehouse. A simple desire blooms on her face although she doesn’t make any request.

Eduardo told me once that he’d rather stick his dick in nuclear waste than a woman’s pussy. Yet his distaste for fucking women doesn’t influence his ability to appreciate their splendor and charm. I jerk my chin to him as he chides a waiter for spilling water on the tile of the perimeter of our cabana, and he hustles over, ready to do anything I ask. Always the epitome of a loyal soldier.

“Macy wants to dance.”

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