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Chapter Fifteen

MADDOX

Right about now, that new walking set of holes we employed should be moving into her apartment. Alistair and Rogan were intent on keeping her close and watching her every move, which I agreed with. Plus, controlling everything she does brings me pleasure. Knowing every item of clothing she wears is one we have chosen makes my dick harder. Knowing she can only eat what we say she can, only sleep in what we tell her…

Fuck.

Fisting the blonde’s hair tight, I slam down her throat, uncaring about her nails scratching at me, trying to get me to soften my thrusts. She will take my cock and deal with it, whoever the fuck she is. After all, she is nothing more than something to fuck, to release this pressure inside of me, one stirred by that black-haired temptress.

I hate that need pounds through me. I was supposed to be working, but all I kept seeing were those two magnificent breasts and that perfect little ass I wanted to tan red. I want to see those curves marked with my teeth and hands while she screams my name in both pleasure and pain.

To make her my very own little toy…

And then break her.

Usually, I only fuck to get rid of my body’s needs. I don’t do it for fun, I don’t even particularly enjoy it, but closing my eyes now, I recline back in my office chair, imagining it’s my little black-haired girl on her knees before me. Her hair wrapped around my fist, her lips around my huge cock. Her hands clawing at my thighs as she chokes on my length. Her body twisting between my parted legs, trying to breathe, to get away. But oh no, my little toy would love it. She would revel in the fight, I know it, I saw it in her eyes.

She would disobey me at every turn, begging for punishment, and then she would love it.

But it’s not her, and my eyes crack open as the blonde actually gags on my dick. Narrowing my eyes, I pull back for a moment as she pants, her blue eyes watering and her painted red lips trembling—the same red of Rory’s lips today. I roll her name around my tongue, tasting it. I demanded the hole in front of me wear it when she came in, wanting to see the way it stains my dick. The way it will look when I put little Rory on her knees and fuck that sweet tempting mouth in punishment.

“Mr. Dix—”

“Sir,” I correct, not letting her call me anything else. She is nothing but an object to screw, after all. She doesn’t get to say my name or even look upon me and my brothers. As soon as I shoot my load down her throat, imagining she’s my new toy, she will be gone, and all that will be left is the smear of red along my cock.

“Sir,” she repeats, her voice hoarse as her saliva drips down her lips. I frown, even looking at her is killing my hard-on.

“I don’t need your fucking words, just suck my goddamn dick,” I order, harshly enough that she flinches. Tears fill her eyes for other reasons now, but we both know she will do it. No matter how cruel I am to her, how much I use her, she wants what I have.

Money, respect, power.

Leaning forward again, she presses her hands to my pants-clad thighs as her mouth locks around my dick. Fisting her hair, I drag her down and back up again, thrusting into her mouth. I don’t let her find a rhythm or go slow. No, I control how hard and fast I fuck her little mouth.

Again and again, slamming down her throat.

Just as I’m about to come with Rory’s name on my lips, my phone rings. Fuck. Grabbing it, I look at the caller ID and freeze. The blonde’s mouth is still working on my softening cock, bobbing desperately to try and get me to come.

Pushing her away, I watch her with disinterest as she falls to her ass. Her indecent dress rides up to show her bare wet pussy, those big blue eyes locked on me in shock. Her makeup is smeared and ruined, her hair is a mess from my hands, and her chest is heaving.

Stuffing my cock back in my trousers, I zip them up and answer the phone. “Dixen,” I snap, my tone dangerous.

“We have a problem at the warehouse,” comes the scared male voice.

I’m about to respond when I hear a noise. Jerking my eyes from my computer, I meet those of the blonde again. Fuck, why is this cunt still here? Fury fills me at simply having her close to me. She’s fulfilled her purpose, she needs to leave. Yanking out my wallet, I grab a fistful of bills and toss them at her. They smack her chest and drop to her lap. “Get the fuck out,” I bark.

She swallows and narrows her eyes as she gathers the bills, and with a stumble to her high heeled feet, she rushes across my office. She slams the door after herself in her haste to get away fromthe Beast, as they call me. My mind has already switched from desire to business. “What happened?” I snarl, turning away from the door.

I switch to the speaker, knowing no one can overhear me in here. Our offices are soundproof for these very reasons, and for when we decide to fuck in here. I quickly thumb out a message to Rogan, and he replies with a thumbs-up.

I know that means he will head over and deal with it. Today I have meetings every fucking hour with potential new security for our legitimate businesses. I don’t have time to be trekking all over the city, dealing with other people’s fuck ups, just because they are too fucking dumb to deal with them themselves.

The man is rambling, getting faster with every word, until his voice is high-pitched like a little fucking pig prepared for slaughter. Sighing, I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Will you shut the fuck up?” I snap before taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. “Rogan will be there soon, calm the fuck down.” I hang up.

Fuck’s sake. Tonight, I have to go home knowing that little black-haired vixen is just a floor below us, and all that desire comes roaring back.

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