“Fuck,cara. You just squirted all over me.” He groans, and then his hand is there, gathering it up. “You like being fucked like this, don’t you? You like being at my mercy and taking my cock like a good girl.”
“I do like it,” I confess.
Then I whimper as I feel pressure at my ass. He’s using my own wetness as lube. The tip of a finger breaches me, and I can’t take it anymore. It’s so good, too good, too much.
“That’s it, come for me. Come on my cock and finger. One day, I’m going to fuck you here, and you’re going to fucking love it.”
The heady combination of sensations mingles with his words and has me losing control. I come so hard I see black stars. He fucks me right through it, and I’ve still got quivers going through me when he sinks deep one last time and gives me the hot rush of his come.
Chapter 22
SCORPION
“Everything is in place for the delivery to their club,” Lucky reports to my brothers and me as we’re huddled up in Priest’s office at the casino. “My guys have the littlerenovationwe talked about ready to go.”
The test detonations have finally gone off according to plan on the farm.
“Your guys have it timed perfectly?” Priest asks carefully.
Lucky grins. “Took them a couple of tries, but they’ve locked in. We’ve got it.”
“Good news.”
I drift out of the conversation, thinking about Katya, the enemy I was forced to marry who’s starting to feel like a whole lot more than an unwanted obligation. It would probably help if I weren’t in full-blown obsession mode when it comes to her, but I am. It’s not just the way we fit together, like we were made for each other. It’s not just that she’s beautiful and strong and feisty as fuck. I can’t get enough of her. Everything about her drives me crazy, until she’s all that’s on my mind.
This morning, I fucked her hard and fast before I left for the casino. The memory of her on her knees as I slapped her ass andfucked her deep left me with a hard-on I couldn’t do anything about for the entire ride out of the city.
But sex isn’t the only reason I can’t stop thinking about my wife.
Katya’s not telling me the whole truth.
I know this like I know every one of the tattoos on the back of my hand, like I know why I chose the ink, when I had them done, and how much they fucking hurt.
There’s something she’s keeping from me. Like the burner phone, which she wouldn’t have told me about if I hadn’t confronted her. Thank fuck Antonio was on his A game and saw it fall out of her purse. Otherwise, I don’t know if she would have come clean.
Why?
I don’t think I’m wrong about her loyalty being to her stepmother rather than to her brothers. And I fucking know I’m not wrong about what that picture Sidorov sent her of Svetlana really meant. He wanted Katya to know he has eyes on their stepmother. The shifty bastard is using Svetlana as a bargaining chip. I just don’t know what his endgame is yet.
“Scorpion?”
I realize all my brothers are looking at me expectantly, waiting for me to answer a question I didn’t hear because I was too caught up in my own fucking head.
“What was that?” I ask, running a hand along my jaw.
There’s more stubble than usual there. I decided to fuck Katya instead of shaving. I regret nothing.
Lucky snickers. “Lost in your own head, eh,fratello?”
I’d cuff thestronzoin the back of the head, but he’s seated too far away and I can’t reach him.
So I shoot him the finger instead. “Some of us have a lot on our minds.”
He snorts. “Yeah, like how many different ways you can fuck a gorgeous ballerina.”
My possessive rage is instant and through the roof. I slam my fist on Priest’s desk and bolt out of my chair. “That’s my fucking wife you’re talking about.”
Saint shoots out of his seat and slaps me on the back. “Calm down. We’re all family here, and we’ve got a lot of shit on our plates.”
