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He was so strange.
I didn’t quite understand his dynamic with his brothers, or how it would work between us. After Bastian took my virginity, Damian got on his knees and feasted on my pussy, licking every bit of blood and cum from me. I hadn’t made the connection until Bash reminded me of his obsession. He liked blood, that much he’d made clear when he almost killed me.
Still bottomless, I hopped onto Damian’s lap and licked his lips. He palmed the back of my head, but made no move to kiss me. Of all the Salvatore boys, he was the only one to never kiss me. I wanted so badly to feel intimacy with Damian.
“Put your fucking clothes on!” Luca shouted. “Playtime is over, baby girl.”
Damian’s big hand skated down my back, all the way down my ass and then between my thighs. Using both hands, he spread my pussy lips, and I felt our cum drip out of me and onto Damian’s lap. He lifted me, just enough to see the stain on his pants, and then he grinned like a maniac.
“Does that turn you on?” I asked him.
He nodded.
“You enjoy watching me with your brothers?”
Another nod.
“Are you ever going to touch me?”
“I’m touching you right now.”
I frowned at his comment. “You know what I mean, Damian.”
“My cock is a reward reserved for good girls.” He slid his tongue across his bottom lip. “And you’ve been a very bad girl, Pet.”
I took his hand and shoved his fingers inside me, so he could feel how much I wanted him. “You wouldn’t know what to do with a good girl.”
“Clothes,” Luca growled. “Now! You’re showing your ass and pussy to every fucking person sitting in traffic with us. Must I remind you of the consequences for sharing what’s ours with other men?”
I hopped off Damian with a groan and grabbed my borrowed clothes from the floor. Sitting between Marcello and Damian, I inched the boxer briefs up my thighs.
“No, sir.” I leaned forward, elbows rested on my thighs, and his gaze finally met mine in the rearview mirror. “But I’m really looking forward to that punishment later.”
We hadn’t been home for ten minutes before I got back to work. Protecting our queen was my number one priority. That girl drove me fucking crazy and gave me a rush unlike any high I’d ever experienced. She was the reason I did a lot of things that forced me out of my comfort zone. Like working with the Mafia families, despite my gut feeling this was a very bad idea.
I leaned back in my chair, resting my dress shoe on my knee as the vein in my neck pulsed. The men on the other line were grinding my ass into the pavement for one fucking favor. Now that everyone in the criminal underworld knew I had a weakness, those motherfuckers were out for blood.
Marcello sat in the leather armchair across from my desk and listened to the heads of each crime family offer suggestions about our issue with the Russians. We were on a secure line, one the FBI could not touch. I didn’t make a habit of speaking over the phone, but these were desperate times.
“I will pay ten million dollars to whoever brings me the heads of the fucking Volkov Bratva,” I shouted into the speakerphone on my desk.
“Ten plus a free shipment, no questions asked,” Adriano Alteri said in a stern tone.
No questions. Exactly what I tried to avoid to limit my liability.
Adriano was the boss of the Alteri crime family in New York. The Mafia Don had given me the best deal of the bunch. While everyone else was content on raking my ass over hot coals, I respected him for throwing me a bone.
“Done.” I loosened my tie, already feeling ten million dollars lighter. “As for the bounty on my fiancée’s head, I will pay triple to make it go away.”
Alex hadn’t accepted my proposal yet, but word had already spread that we were getting married. She would say yes eventually. I had a way of wearing people down until they gave me what I wanted. Money ruled my world, and my family had tons of it. A few million here and there meant nothing if it kept my girl safe.
“You know the rules, Luca,” Vincenzo Marchese said.
He was an old friend of my father, who ran a small operation from his mansion on the Long Island Sound.
“The man who set the bounty has to lift it,” I growled. “Yes, I know. And if I could locate the motherfucker, I would force him to cancel the contract.”
“Let us handle the Russians,” Adriano said.
