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I nodded and was once again rewarded with a twist of my nipple. I gasped and then released my breath slowly in an attempt to steady my rapidly beating heart.
Gavril’s hand flattened down my stomach and slipped inside the waistband of my jeans. I still didn’t have any panties on since he’d ripped them the day before, so his finger was pressed against my opening with no barrier in between.
“You’ll be ready for me every day when I get home,” he said, his lips pressed against my ear.
Goose bumps blossomed across my neck, and a shiver raced down my spine. I nodded, feeling his lips brush against my skin as I moved. Suddenly, his finger circled across my most sensitive part, and as much as I wanted to stay still, I couldn’t stop my hips from bucking gently.
“Good girl,” Gavril whispered as he simultaneously slipped his finger inside of me.
I exhaled with relief, satisfied in a way that I didn’t know I’d needed. Somewhere deep inside, I’d been expecting this, wanting this. And now that it was happening, the tension of the last few minutes melted away. I spread my legs, giving him better access as he slipped in and out of me, pinched my nipple, and moved his thumb in tantalizing circles. I could tell I was getting wet, my body ready for whatever would come next.
And then, he was gone.
As if nothing out of the ordinary had happened at all, Gavril slipped his finger out of me, let my sweater fall back into place, and walked around the table and took his seat. In silence, he finished his coffee while reading the newspaper. I, on the other hand, just pressed my legs together, praying for the desire he’d left to fade away.
***
Gavril
Samantha had wanted me that morning. I felt it in the hum of energy coming off of her body, in the wetness between her legs. I’d wanted to clear off the table with one swipe of my arm and throw her down on it, but I couldn’t miss my meeting with the contractor. A warehouse on the East side of the city needed to be inspected before it could be expanded, and I was ready to break ground as soon as possible. As soon as we had more space, we could store more stolen goods, which meant we could sell more stolen goods. It was a very simple equation that meant higher profits for me.
“I can retrofit some more shelving between these steel beams,” the contractor said, pointing towards the ceiling with the end of his pen. “It would cost a lot less than building all new shelving, and it would double your storage space in this section.”
“Can the beams support the extra load?” I asked.
The gray-haired man seemed to think on it for a moment, then shrugged. “It shouldn’t be a problem.”
“Selling illegal goods does not mean I’m willing to compromise on safety standards. I want this building to be up to every city code there is. If this building collapses and brings the police to my front door, you will be paying with a hell of a lot more than money.”
He swallowed hard and nodded. “You don’t have to worry. I know what I’m doing. I’ll take good care of you.”
I smoothed down my suit jacket and clasped my hands behind my back. “Good.”
He gave me a nervous smile and then continued on with the inspection, clarifying where the expansion would be happening, and outlining how far out he thought we could build. Really, I was going to leave the specifics up to him; I just needed to be there for the first meeting to ensure he knew who he was dealing with. He needed to understand that the stakes were very high. Life and death. If he screwed up, I would have his head. After this, Yuri could fill in for me without a problem.
The contractor continued on without me, jotting down the specifics on the building and making some final notes, and I walked over to where a few of my men were gathered. As I approached, they all held their heads higher, stood straighter. It felt good to have their obedience.
“Has there been any word from Devin Conway?” I asked.
Ivan shoved his hands in his front pockets and grimaced. “No, the weasel has been holed up in his house all day. Hasn’t even cracked a window.”
“So, I take that to mean we still haven’t been paid?”
“Correct, Boss,” Yuri said. “Not a dime.”
I couldn’t help it; I smiled. Even twenty-four hours before, I would have been livid to hear I was out $25,000 plus interest. But now, with Samantha in the picture, I found myself excited. Devin’s time was up, which meant the decision was mine. Would I kill him, or would I keep Samantha around until I felt I’d been compensated properly?
