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“Well, what then?” she pressed, her eyes lighting up adorably bright.
She was enjoying this too.
“We blew up three of their very expensive ships. If I were them and I wanted to hit back, not too hard, but just right, I would blow up some of our trucks, maybe expose one of our safe houses. That way, they still hit just hard enough not to puss out and destroy their reputation, but not hard enough to start a full-blown war.”
“I understand. And what would happen after that? Would you hit them back again?”
“No. Then I’d let things lie. I’ve already proven I can hit them hard, and then the war between us will settle,” I explained.
“Next time you plan with Andreas, can I come along?” she tried.
“No, I don’t think the time is right for that,” I said as I gently shook my head. She pouted a little, and I cupped her chin pulling her into another sweet kiss. By the time I pulled away, her eyes were dazed, and all thoughts of crime had seemingly melted away from her face.
I wanted to stay in bed with her all day, but I needed to talk to Andreas. My phone beeped on the nightstand, and I knew it was him without even looking.
“Sleep in, princess. I’ll have breakfast sent up to you shortly.”
“Don’t mind if I do,” she quipped, her smile lighting up her face, and I spent a moment admiring her beauty before I pulled away from her and climbed out of bed.
I hated leaving her, but I had an empire to run. Now was not the time to show weakness.
I needed to be strong.
I couldn’t let anyone know how weak she made me because then everything might crumble.
CHAPTER 18
Maci
As he climbed out of bed, I couldn’t help but let my gaze linger on his perfectly carved body. The broad expanse of his shoulders spoke of power, tapering down to a waist that hinted at his physical prowess and discipline. The way his muscles moved under his skin, flexing and relaxing with each movement, was almost hypnotic. There was an elegance in his movements, a poise that belied the raw power he possessed, and I couldn’t get enough of it.
I let my eyes drop to the round bubble of his ass. I licked my lips, allowing myself to simply appreciate his masculine body. A part of me wondered if he knew I was looking, but that didn’t really matter to me.
He probably knew.
It was obvious that he was the kind of guy that took care of his body, that spent hours in the gym each week lifting and toning those strong muscles, and I sincerely appreciated it.
A part of me wanted to sink my teeth into his shoulders as I rode his cock or scratch my nails down his back and leave my mark on his own skin just like he’d left his on mine.
I grinned and he chose that exact moment to look back over his shoulder at me, catching me looking, and my cheeks heated immediately. He smirked and disappeared into his closet, his rock-hard cock bouncing with every step.
Even though my pussy was still sore, I wanted more of him, but I would never admit it. At least not out loud…
When he came out, he was dressed in a tailored suit.
His suit was clearly the work of a master artist. It hugged his frame perfectly, showing the attention to detail that only the finest tailors could provide.
It was a deep, rich black that seemed to absorb and reflect light in a way that gave it an almost velvety sheen. The jacket was structured yet not stiff, with sharp, clean lines that accentuated his broad shoulders and tapered waist. The lapels were just the right width, not too wide nor too narrow, lending an air of modern elegance.
His shirt was a crisp, pristine white. The collar was sharp, framing his jawline in a way that was both commanding and stylish. He paired it with a richly colored grey tie, its fabric a beautifully fine silk. As he adjusted his cufflinks—understated yet undoubtedly expensive—the entire outfit came together in a display of effortless elegance.
Honestly, he looked sexy as fuck.
“Keep looking at me like that, and you’re going to get fucked,” he warned, and I giggled, because a part of me desperately wanted that.
“My pussy is too sore,” I whined, already knowing him well enough that he probably would still fuck me anyway, and that made my pussy clench hard.
He breathed in through his teeth, took one last look at me and growled under his breath. With what seemed like extreme reluctance, he peeled his eyes away from me and picked up his phone from the nightstand.
