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“What?” I ask before he pulls out and slams back in, setting up a quick pace that jostles me. My arms go lax, head falling down as I get caught up in the pleasure. A hiss leaves me when his hand tangles into my hair and he pulls.
“You’re not concentrating.” I try to line the gun up again as his hips rotate, hitting an explosive part of me. “Hit the target and I’ll give you the release you need.”
“Fuck!” I fire, missing again, hitting the rotator chain. It ricochets, bouncing somewhere, but I’m not aware of my surroundings anymore. All I know and feel is him, his cock and his hold on me, his heavy breathing and the moans he utters in my ear.
“Again, baby. Focus or I’ll finish over your ass.” The next flex of his hips is fast and deep, stealing the very air from my lungs. “It’ll be a win for me. I love to see you wearing my seed.”
“Don’t you dare,” I grit out, focusing just long enough to empty the chamber. Every shot fires off in rapid succession, and I toss the gun away. Adrenaline pumps through me, my skin tingles with excitement—I’m trembling beneath him.
I’m so close. So close.
And it’s his next words that throw me over the edge.
“Good girl.”
That’s it. Two words and I clench around him while closing my eyes. I’m lost to him, to the feel of his every ridge rubbing my walls as he slams in a final time and comes deep within me. Spurt after spurt coats me—mixing with my own release as I slump forward.
Breathing is hard. Moving impossible, and yet, I still look at him from over my shoulder with a cheesy grin that matches his. “Best shooting lesson ever.”
Leaning forward, he catches my lips in a quick and harsh kiss. “You hit the target twice. Congrats, baby.”
“You’re going to get us into trouble, kid,” Gina says from beside me as we head toward the mansion where I met Malcolm. She’s driving the large cargo van I convinced Carmelo to lend me with the promise that it’s all to surprise his boss.
And technically, I’m not lying. This is all for him. Us.
To play a little. To pay him back for everything he’s done for me.
My Malcolm is a voyeur, and as such, gets off on watching. So tonight, after he gets home, I want those gorgeous green eyes on me while I touch myself. Make myself come with nothing but the sound of his voice and my fingers.
Something I never thought I would do or want to try with anyone else, but with him I want to experience it all. The sexy. The perverse. The dirty and even illegal.
Jesus, a lot has changed since that first dance. Since his fingertips dug themselves into my hips and he told me to twirl for him.
The setup at the club—the small stage and his throne—isn’t going to be hard to move. And I’m hoping that once I tell Liam what it’s for, he’ll be very receptive to letting me take it home with us. I’m sure someone there can load it up and one of the guards at the house can get it down.
“How much trouble?” I ask, taking a sip from my latte.
“Depends on how good of a mood he’s in later. They’ve been too quiet since being evicted, and that worries everyone.”
I’ve thought about this too. Why haven’t they tried to reach me? Show up and demand I give back the house and everything they had power over.
While on the private island, I learned the final judgement from the judge dealing with my case. I won. Everything is mine again, and they had to vacate before we returned to Chicago.
Since then they’ve gone underground. Hiding from everyone.
Yet I have a feeling that my man knows more than he lets on. That he’s biding his time before he strikes.
“We’ll make it quick. In and out mission here.” That appeases her as we pull up to the back of the house where the employee parking lot is. There’s usually one guy watching the lot at all times, but this one I’ve never seen before. He waves us in without asking to see our IDs.
“I take it you don’t know him?”
“No.” My eyes stay on his as we pass, trying to decipher my gut reaction of distrust. “Let’s just get this over with.”
“Works for me.” Gina parks near the back entrance and waits for me to get out. Together we walk inside and head straight for Liam’s office. A few of the girls I met while here wave and I do the same, trying to ignore the naked state of their bodies. The tiny red welts one of them has down her arms and legs came from what I assume was a demonstration.
They’re heading back into the main lounge area, leaving just us alone back here. The door is slightly ajar when I reach it, and Stacy’s giggle meets my ear.
“You stop that,” she says, and all that follows is his grunt. It doesn’t sound like they’re having sex, but I look at Gina and tilt my head so she enters first. “Oh my God, Liam!” More laughter. “Keep those hands to yourself.”
