A squeal pops from her lips when I stand from my knelt position, seize her wrist, then yank her off the couch. After throwing her over my shoulder, I give her backside a playful slap before making a beeline for her bedroom. There’s no time for sleep. Even if Vladimir fell for my ruse, his desire to rule all aspects of my life will eventually see him returning to govern my realm. It could be three hours. It could be three days. A man as unbalanced as Vladimir will never be understood.
“You caused me almost forty-eight hours of recklessness, Ahren,so shouldn’t your penance run just as long?”
Stealing Justine’s chance to decipher the unease in my tone, I toss her onto her bed covered with papers, remove and knot my condom before placing it on the bedside table, then crawl up her goosebump-riddled body. When I reach the apex of her thighs, I pry her legs open until her still-clenching slit is a mere inch from my face.
“Or perhaps eating your greedy cunt until you scream my name will be a more appropriate retribution?”
She loses the ability to reply for a second time when I slice my tongue through the scent capable of destroying me.
Just as I predicated, her cunt is the tastiest I’ve ever eaten.
Chapter Twenty-Three
“Enough is enough. You’ve had your fun, now it’s time to get back to business.” I don’t know what’s frustrating Vladimir the most. That he’s been left in the dark the past twelve hours, or he’s realized he needs me more than he will ever admit. It could be a combination of them both. “We had a shipment due yesterday afternoon. It never arrived—”
“Because the distribution company had a nark they needed to take care of. Trey updated you about the delay Wednesday afternoon.”
“All delays must be justified.”
“They were. Yury agreed to pay a penalty for the interruption in our schedule, and the crates have been earmarked for immediate approval at customs. They’ll be on the docks early tomorrow morning.”
My snappy attitude takes a step back when Vladimir mutters, “Is Adrian’s crew ready for the shipment?”
“No.” I scrub at the stubble on my chin, tracing the tremor there. “We had some issues at Knightsbridge. I sent Adrian and Lia there to sort it out. Abram is handling this one.”
Vladimir’s grunt reveals he already knew my reply, but he was testing my loyalty.
He’s always testing my loyalty.
“I can’t believe Adrian is still withthatgirl. I thought he would have grown bored of her by now.”
My back molars smash together from the way he spits out ‘that girl’ when referencing Lia, but I keep a cool, collective head for Justine’s sake. If Vladimir believed Justine was a threat to his realm, we’d be having this conversation in person, not over the phone. His lack of worry proves my ruse is working, and it also verifies that Roman’s hacker ensured Vladimir only saw the footage I wanted him to see from my exchange with Justine before I debugged her apartment.
Furthermore, I’m not surprised Vladimir sees his daughter as the lesser valued commodity in his working relationship with Adrian’s distribution company. Adrian makes him money, so that awards him more respect than his own flesh and blood.
The tightness of my jaw is heard in my words when I ask, “Is that all?”
My question stumps him for all of two seconds. “Do what needs to be done, then get back here. We haveothermatters to take care of.”
By other matters, he means personal ones that are usually left off the table when discussing business. His demand for me to return to the Popov compound sooner rather than later convinces me his frustration stems from needing me than being denied the opportunity to watch the six-hour-long fuck session Justine and I undertook last night. He hates being in the dark, but that annoyance would never overtake his wish for ultimate supremacy.
When Vladimir ends our call without a farewell, I dump my cell phone onto a set of drawers in Justine’s room before moving toward the mattress she’s resting on. She murmurs into her pillow when I drag my index finger up the leg peeking out of the bedding, but her eyes remain shut.
I can’t blame her for being exhausted. I’m usually awake long before the sun, but even I’m dead on my feet this morning. I knew she’d be explosive in the bedroom, but I had no clue it wouldn’t be just her bringing the ammunition to the party.
My head must not have been in the game until Justine’s pussy was placed up on offer. Usually, sex was about getting my rocks off. Last night was nothing like that. I still came—multiple times—but since it was occurring with Justine, it felt different. It mattered… If that makes any fucking sense?
I stop reprimanding myself for being a soft cock when a sing-song voice trickles into my ears. “Hey. Everything okay?” Justine’s voice is as groggy as her tired eyes.
My finger continues its trek up her leg, only stopping when it reaches the tastiest cunt I’ve ever eaten. “Everything is fine…nowthat you’re awake.” The way her body heats up from my comment could convince a devil into becoming a saint. “Oh,Ahren.I fucking love the way you blush.”
I push on her hip until she falls onto her back, then I spread her thighs wide. Her clit is already hard and throbbing for me, and her nipples are budded.
After unbuttoning the fly in my jeans to give my inflated cock some much-needed space, I lower my head until the tip of my nose is an inch from Justine’s delicious smelling cunt. I’m set to devour her like a crazed, hungry man, but my hunger isn’t the only one being announced. Justine’s stomach is grumbling loudly.
A smug grin stretches across my face when I crawl up Justine’s body until we meet eye to eye. She’s inwardly cursing my unexpected chivalry as much as my cock. “Soon,Ahren. Very soon.” I bite her drooping lip before releasing it with a pop. “Once you’ve fed me, I’ll feast on your tight little cunt as often as you like.”
The sticky sheets cling to my body when I slip off the mattress before jerking up my chin, demanding for her to follow me to her kitchen. When she attempts to curl the paper-thin cotton around her body, a growl rumbles in my chest.
