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“Yup.”
“Sure.”
I sit at the table and place the bag with the bloody sheet on the tabletop next to me, along with my gun. Isaac pours me a bowl of cereal, adding a generous amount of milk.
He tosses me a spoon before handing me the bowl and retaking his seat. “He dead?”
“Yup. You get everyone else?”
“Yeah, there weren’t many here, though. Apparently, most were given the day off because of the wedding.”
I take a mouthful of cereal and nod.
We don’t speak until we’re both done. Isaac takes our empty bowls and places them in the sink before turning on the oven and the gas stove. He leaves the oven door open as he rummages around the cupboards.
He pulls out a bottle of vodka and a bottle of whiskey. “Bingo.” He hands me the vodka before twisting the cap off the whiskey and liberally dousing the counters and blinds with it.
I pour a trail out of the kitchen to the sitting room, soaking the armchair before the bottle runs out. I take the empty bottle back to the kitchen and hand it to Isaac, who tosses both empty bottles in the recycling.
I grab my gun and bag and make my way to the door. Isaac follows behind me, flicking his Zippo. I open the door and step out just as the flame of the lighter sparks. He tosses it into the hallway before pulling the door closed behind him. We walk over to the car and sit on the hood as we wait for the house to go boom.
“Did Miles take care of all the cameras?”
“Yeah, he disabled them all and wiped everything, including the hard drives for the past month, just to be on the safe side. That way, any evidence of Nova and Vigo having anything other than an employer-employee relationship is gone.”
“Good. Now all we have to do is look shocked when the will is read.”
“Shouldn’t be too hard for you. Not sure about Nova, though. She’s too smart for her own good.”
I shove him hard enough to knock him off the hood. He laughs as he stands up and brushes himself off.
The downstairs windows explode in a hail of glass as flames curl up the window frame of the sitting room.
“Alright, let’s go home. I want to see my wife.”
Chapter 27
Nova
Iwake up wincing, my head throbbing. A tattooed hand is possessively holding my breast, and when I take a deep breath, I realize Vice’s cock is inside me.
I look behind me and see that the man himself is fast asleep. I squeeze my pussy muscles around him, making him groan in his sleep and thrust into me. I only wanted to see if he could feel me. I wasn’t expecting it to turn me on.
When I’ve woken up with Vice inside me before, I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. I mean, I enjoyed him fucking me, but there is a part of me that worries that I shouldn’t, that there must be something wrong with me for liking being taken in my sleep.
But now, with the shoe on the other foot, I get why he likes it. There is something perversely enticing about having someone vulnerable under your control. I know that’s fucked up. I’m not disputing that. But for me, I think it’s because Vice has all the control in the bedroom. And right now, it’s nice to find him at my mercy.
Reaching down, I stroke my clit as I keep squeezing my pussy muscles. Vice responds by thrusting into me, fucking me even though he’s asleep. God, I wish I knew what he was dreaming of. His rough hand squeezes my breast, making me gasp. I stroke my clit faster as he pushes in deeper. The room echoes with proof of how wet I am with every thrust.
I know the exact moment he wakes up. His leisurely pace falters before I’m flat on my back and he’s up and out of me, lifting my legs and pressing them gently to my chest, mindful of my injury. He eases himself back inside me, feeling impossibly deep in this position.
“Fuck, I could live in this pussy for the rest of my life and die a happy man,” he growls, leaning over me.
I can’t move, I can’t stroke my clit anymore, and the orgasm that was so close is now just out of reach.
“You like my cock in you,bambola? You like taking me nice and deep?”
“Yes,” I hiss as his grip on my legs tightens painfully. His pace becomes punishing to the point where I don’t know if I want to come or cry. Maybe a little of both.
