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The driveback to Crimson was short. I let Ben come as far as the underground car park, before I sent him and the car back to the garage. His knowledge of magical artefacts was too valuable to let him sit out for too long. I was as safe here as I was anywhere, even without him following me around. He wasn’t happy about it, but unlike Jake, he didn’t argue. I knew I liked him for a reason.
My heels clicked as I walked to the private elevator. This was one of only two in the building that would take me up to level ten. The only other place the elevator would stop was level six, and that was empty. Anyone who wanted a meeting with me was taken there first and checked over thoroughly before they were allowed up the rest of the way.
I stepped inside the car and rode it straight up to level ten. The moment I stepped out the sliding doors, two of my men nodded in greeting. Dressed like the rest in dark trousers and white shirts, their presence there must be Jake's doing. Sometimes the guy was fussier than a mother hen, but I couldn't help appreciating him. It was nice that someone gave a shit.
I gave them a nod in return and ignored their scrutiny. They would never give me their opinion or ask why I was covered in blood, but they were obviously curious.
I walked past the door to the main office, into the room past that. I slipped inside and closed the door behind me.
The large apartment had a stunning view of Sydney Harbour and was fitted out with all the luxuries my extensive bank accounts could buy.
I didn't actually live here, since it was common knowledge the nightclub was the cornerstone of my empire. Ivory Claw, or the Ivory Claw Pack, started here. I dropped the word ‘pack’ from the name of the organisation when it became obvious I would need more than white wolves to keep it running. The nightclub was one of my favourite places to be, and a base for a lot of my operations. I lived in the apartment for the first year or so, back when it was little more than a rundown building in the city with a killer view.
The moment I got a real foothold in this town, I moved somewhere else. If anyone was going to come after me in a big way, they would attack Crimson. That made living here impractical and dangerous. Only Jake and some of my security knew where I really lived. In spite of that, I spent a lot of time here, and made sure it was clean and maintained. The apartment was especially handy at times like this.
I stripped off my clothes and put them aside for my maid to deal with. They might sit there until her next day of work, but she asked no questions even when my clothes were caked with dried blood.
I grabbed my phone, checked my messages and shot off a couple of replies before I got in the shower.
The sight of Silas's blood trickling across the white tiles and down the drain was gratifying, but brief.
I washed my face and hair and I wondered about the nephew. Was it cars he wanted to avoid, or trouble? How much did he actually know about what Silas got up to? For all I knew, he was in it up to his eyeballs, but he could be as clueless as hells. If he knew nothing, it might be better to keep him out of it. I would reserve judgement until Jake found him.
I turned off the water and wrapped myself in a thick, plush towel that smelled subtly of lavender. My favourite scent after blood and fear. Okay, and testosterone.
I stepped from the bathroom straight into the walk-in wardrobe. If anyone else was to come here, they might assume I lived in the apartment. Every centimetre of my wardrobe was stuffed with something. Dresses, skirts and blouses hung on all the railings. The shoe rack was full of heels, boots and the occasional pair of flat shoes. The drawers were full of jewellery.
It was a fraction of what I owned.
I flipped off the towel, left it on the floor for the maid and pulled on a matching black lace bra and G-string.
A long, wide mirror hung off the wall. The reflection in its surface was of a woman who was fit, but not dainty, with generous hips, long legs, brown eyes and full breasts.
My white hair was almost dry already. According to my mother, it was black until the first time I shifted. When I changed back from a white wolf to a person, my hair stayed the same colour as my wolf. Apparently it freaked the fuck out of my parents, but it never changed back. It was my father who teasingly called me Ivory, both after the pack name and because of my hair. The nickname stuck.
I brushed my hair and dug into the table beside my bed before I selected my favourite—white—vibrator. My body was still humming from watching Silas die, and being showered with his warm blood.
I walked over to the couch in front of the window and sat with my back against one of the arms, my legs stretched out in front of me. The irony of where I was wasn't lost on me. The bottom floor of Crimson was an ordinary bar. The second floor was a strip club. The third floor was a place where lovers went to have sex in front of whoever else was there at the time, like a giant orgy. The fourth and fifth floors were a brothel. Yes, the business was so lucrative it needed two floors. And yes, many of the brothel workers were male and would be only too happy, and skilled, to fuck me until I couldn't see straight. A lot of the women too.
One of the downsides to owning the place was the feeling too many people would talk if I indulged in the pleasures of Crimson. Once in a while, I ventured down to watch the stripping or the fucking, but that was all I did. Watch.
You know what they say. It's lonely at the fucking top.
I know, cry me a fucking river. I had more money than I knew what to do with, and most people did exactly what I told them when I told them to do it. Even if I told them to kill.
What can I say? Even the rich and powerful need orgasms once in a while.
I set the vibrator to a light throb and pulled the gusset of my panties aside. I sat back a little more and rubbed the thrumming vibrator over my clit, just lightly at first. It sent a delicious shiver of pleasure right to my core.
I let it ghost over my clit and folds for a minute or two, until my thighs started to quiver and my pussy was wet.
I parted my legs further and slid the silicone dick slowly inside myself. The clit stimulator hummed against my sensitive nub. I quivered a little more.
Slowly I slid the toy out, and in again, teasing my clit and my g spot. I slipped my other hand inside my bra and lightly ran the tip of my finger around and over my nipple.
I was already panting through my nose. I closed my eyes and turned the vibrator up to a heavier throb.
I slid it in and out faster, then stopped to spoil my clit for a minute or two.
