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Chapter Twenty-Three
ALISTAIR
She’s barely left the office, yet the need to be near her again tugs at me. Sexy little minx. To think she played our games all day, even though she was suspicious, is very promising.
Sure, she scowled at us as much as she could and stomped around like a child…but she still did it.
She wore the see-through dress, allowing my brother and me to get an almost perfect view of her cherry red nipples. She still kept her shaved pussy bare, forgoing underwear as we instructed.
And she still submitted.
Every cup of coffee asked for was brought. Every time we requested our garbage be emptied, even if it was already devoid of any trash, she still did it.
She sat on Rogan’s desk, and she let him play with her skin.
I’m not fucking blind. I saw right up that white dress of hers to the plump lips hiding between her toned thighs. And though she tries to hide her desire for us, she fucking fails.
It was evident on the white papers covering Rogan’s desk. We placed them there purposely, wanting to see if we could elicit such reactions from the girl with just a simple touch.
Needless to say, we were not disappointed.
The paper under her ass was damp when she got up, wet from the sweet juices dripping from her naked cunt.
I still have it in my pocket. I’ve smelled it countless times since she stormed out of our office after we—or should I say I—asked her to strip.
At least I asked her nicely.
Mom would have slapped me if I ever forgot my manners, especially when speaking to a woman. She should at least be impressed by that.
But she wasn’t, which is why, at this very moment, I’m heading to her apartment with a peace offering—gas station pizza and a bottle of Mad Dog 20/20, peaches and cream flavor.
It’s not much, but I’ve got a total hard-on about it. It’s the power that gets me. I always knew I’d amount to something significant, but never did I dream my brothers and I would be running a fucking empire involved in some dark shit with some shady characters.
But I am.
We are.
And along with our rise to the top came power and control. There isn’t much that happens in this city that we don’t know about or have a hand in. Everything, it seemed, except her.
The thief who could not be caught.
Well…she’s been captured now.
Ensnared by the most powerful men in Boston.
And that’s what turns me on.
There’s nothing she can do. She’s fucking trapped. She might think she’s pulled one over on my brothers, but not me.
Oh no.
She knows, I think, or at least suspects that I remember her from that day in the jewelry store. The day she dressed up and left her run-down trailer, never to return to it.
Because I made it happen.
I’ve been the deciding factor on making her outfits more and more revealing, suspecting the police have a wire strapped to that flawless skin. Why else would a woman with absolutely no discernible skills apply for a job at Dixen Enterprises? The answer is because she was put up to it, and I almost caught her today. Oh, how I would have tanned her ass raw if I’d actually found it on her.
Perhaps the chance will arise again. Besides, there’s always tomorrow.
