“Fuck!” Teo curses when I look up at him through hooded eyes.
Yes, I’m driving him insane.
“You call this a punishment?” I smile up at him cruelly before taking him whole again.
His hands wrap around my hair a second later, tugging hard enough to make the roots protest as he pulls me away from my prize.
“You’re enjoying yourself far too much,” he growls down at me.
He yanks my hair back so my face is tilted up to him and rewards me with a filthy kiss. His tongue greedily tastes himself in my mouth, teeth biting hard enough for my lips to swell.
When he pulls away, he has a satisfied kind of smile on his face. “Look at what I’ve reduced you to.”
I bite at the wrist that’s still tangled in my hair.
He chuckles as he pulls me back to his cock. My mouth eagerly opens to accept it, but he holds me only close enough for the tip to brush against my lips. My tongue darts out to lap at it eagerly.
“So impatient,” he chuckles as he finally, finally gives me an inch. Then another.
It’s so agonizingly slow. I’m constantly whimpering around him, begging with my eyes to just let me. Let me. Let me.
But he’s in control, and he’s not relenting. And I’ve never wished to have a knife in my hand more. Anything that I could use to threaten him into giving me what I want.
Luckily, for all his restraint, all his teasing, all his need for control, Teo is still just a man. And when my nails scrape across his thighs, his movements get quicker and faster and deeper.
And fuck, it feels so good to see him crumble before me.
This man, this murderer, thisdon.Weak men have perished at his hand. But forme, Teo Vitale ruins himself before my very eyes.
I feel him tense up, andyes, yes, yes, let me taste you.
And when he’s done, and I’ve swallowed him down, it’smewho he reaches for in his vulnerability. The one who ruined him. The one who has the power to destroy him.
I crawl on top of him so that there’s not an inch of space between us. For the first time, we hold each other as equals.
And I’ve never felt peace quite like it.
25
TEO
There are a hundred things I should be doing right now. Most of them start with me picking up my phone.
A mere glance at the screen tells me I’ve missed calls from almost everyone at the Guild. Messages are incoming even as I lie there and simply watch. There’s no confusion as to why.
Leon Natali declared war on the Guild when he burned down the casino. The fact that I let him go in order to come here will not sit well with anyone. Nor will the fact I openly attacked the cartel, which will likely antagonize Amos Rubio to retaliate in kind.
If I’m not very, very careful, I will have a war on two fronts.
And though I’m fairly confident that the Guild could handle the Prince’s Hand, throwing the cartel into the mix will complicate things. They’ll complicate things a lot.
The Guild and the cartel’s mutual existence in Brooklyn has never been peaceful. Despite the fact the Guild’s main trade is luxury goods and entertainment, whereas the cartel focuses on narcotics, there’s just too much crossover.
Both sides have dabbled in the other; both sides have pushed the limits and been burned for it. And the docks are always the most contested territory as both rely so heavily on imports.
As a kid, it had all felt like mindless politics to me. But now…now, it’s my responsibility to fix this mess.
Only, I can’t bring myself to begin.
