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“You think he’s planning to make a move on us?”
“Nah, he’s got fuck all. But something is definitely brewing. The quicker we deal with this little problem the better,” he says, gesturing toward Axel and Eva. “Everything is too quiet everywhere else, and it’s making me tetchy as fuck”
“Have you heard from Kavanagh since your meet?”
“No, and that right there should be enough to set the alarm bells ringing. The guy is looking to make ground here, yet he’s not pushing to sell more of his shit to us or anyone for that matter, not that I’ve heard. What’s his fucking play if not that?”
“We always knew going to Kavanagh was a risky move but a necessary one after what happened with the shipments. You still think that it was Rogers’ intention to force us into using him?”
“Not sure. If it was, why? He’s stopped every attempt at us using a new supplier since we cut him off, so why allow Kavanagh in when it’s clear he wants a piece of London for himself.”
I think over his words and know he’s doing the same. Theo dealt in arms with Kavanagh’s father years ago, but only on a small level as the Irish are one family Theo wasn’t keen to get in with. They had been close in the past apparently, but a feud had severed most of their ties. It’s one of the reasons we were so reluctant. Theo was a shrewd businessman, and if he steered clear, there was a damn good reason for it.
I watch Rick check his watch before letting Axel and Eva know that they need to make a move soon.
“I’ll go get Rox and Jess,” I tell him, and he gives me an appreciative nod.
ChapterTwenty-Seven
Roxy
My feet disappear from beneath me as I’m hauled over Maddox’s shoulder and carried from the room while yelling at him to put me down.
The blood rushes to my head as he climbs the stairs two at a time, bouncing me around.
“Maddox,” I yell, but my only reply is a slap on my arse, which sends a tingle of need winding through my fog of anger at him. “Jesus! Put me down for fuck’s sake. We have visitors. Stop behaving like a damn caveman.”
He grumbles about not giving a fuck who’s here and stomps through his open bedroom door, slamming it shut behind him.
He slowly slides me down his body as he comes to a stop in the middle of the room. My hands clasp his face as my feet touch ground again.
“I need to be inside you, right fucking now, Tinks.” His lips drop to mine, and I expected the kiss to be harsh and delivered with force, like his demand to fuck me, but it’s surprisingly gentle.
As he pulls back, his hands find the waistband of my joggers, and he shoves them down over my arse before spinning me round and walking me toward the bed. Bending me over, he runs a hand between my legs, which part eagerly. Pushing inside me with two fingers, he pumps them a couple of times before pulling out and circling my clit, then he drags his fingers from front to back, gathering my juices as he goes.
When he presses against my puckered hole, I hold back a groan, but I can’t stop myself from pushing back against his finger, telling him exactly how much I like it.
“Hmmmm, you like that, Tinks, huh? Good. Because real soon, I’m going to have this arse while Zak fucks that pretty fucking pussy of yours”—his finger slips past my tight ring—“you’ll be so fucking full…” He groans as the head of his cock jerks at my entrance, sliding in an inch. I push back again, and this time Maddox rams all the way in with a grunt as his finger slips into my arse all the way to his knuckle.
“I hope you’re fucking ready for me, Tinks, ‘cause this is going to be hard and fast.” He grinds his hips, forcing my withheld groan to break free, and then he devastates me with every thrust, every stroke, until I’m panting through an orgasm that obliterates my mind and body.
I’m a boneless mess as Maddox flips me over, yanking my joggers off before ramming into me as my breath catches and his hand locks around my throat. I watch him through hooded eyes as he hammers his hips, only his grip on my throat prevents me from moving further up the bed on every thrust.
I feel the tell-tale sign of a second orgasm building as Maddox’s cock swells, the head rubbing against my tightening walls. My toes curl, legs squeezing Maddox’s waist, and fingers gripping the duvet as my climax rushes over me and causing Maddox to do the same. He falls over me, breathing heavily as he buries his head into my neck.
“Fuck me dead. How have I survived this long without being inside you,” he whispers, peppering intimate kisses along my neck between breaths.
The words float through my mind, but it’s currently just as fucked as I am and can’t make sense of it all.
Maddox’s lips capture mine, his tongue a teasing caress before he pulls away, rising on his arms to look at me.
His gaze is penetrating and intense, and if I looked a little deeper, I could read a thousand words in his eyes. But I don’t. I can’t. Instead, I give a little tap to his sweat slicked chest, telling him to move and he does.
As he tucks himself away, I lift myself from the bed to a sitting position, giving my body a second to recalibrate before climbing to my feet.
My legs are a little jelly like, but I manage to look steady as I seek out my joggers and drag them up my legs when I find them.
I make a move to the door, catching my reflection in the mirrored wardrobe door. Stepping closer, I trace my fingers over the marks on my neck.
