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Organ transplants? That’s what this big thing they want me to stop is?

I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. The black market for organs is bigger than most people realize and only getting bigger. I have a strong feeling that this job came to me because Ginger is about to step on some much bigger toes. Human trafficking is one thing, but someone else is trying to corner the organ market and doesn’t like how far she’s getting.

I can’t help but admire the bitch for what she’s trying to do. The payout is incredibly more lucrative for organs. After all, you can get multiple from one healthy adult, each selling for tens of thousands. Beyond that, having some kind of legitimacy or government backing, even if it's on the back end of things, is a huge step for someone like her.

Not that it matters or changes anything.

After what she fucking did, there will be no mercy.

My skin begins to itch, the thought of all the bullshit politics making me uneasy as it so often does. If not for the personal aspect behind this job, I probably would have avoided it purely to stay away from the fucking drama. As it stands, this is the drama I need to jump in to head first.

I’m not subtle as I watch her work. Her hair isn’t pulled back today, and the red strands fall into her face as she pours over whatever boring reports she’s looking at. The crease in her brow is the exact same as when she was a girl….

I stand abruptly, pushing the chair away from me.

“You don’t need me?”

She frowns but shakes her head. “No.”

I turn and am almost at the door when she says, “Don’t forget, I’m watching.”

I turn to see her holding up her cell phone, shaking it lightly. I give her a curt nod before leaving.

My footsteps sound heavy from the boots she gave me as I make my way through the stone corridors to the room she also gave me. I wish I had anywhere else to go, but right now I just need to be away from fucking her. She’s fucking with my head. Again.

It seems that it doesn't matter how much time has passed, Galina Pashkin still gets under my skin in every way.

I slam the door to my room behind me.

“Fuck!”

Chapter 26

Ginger

I wakeup to the feeling of a hard body pressed up against my back. I don’t feel any weapon, just the hard length pressed against the crease of my ass. In my half-asleep state, I let out a small moan and press back.

I’m barely conscious, but my body is aware enough to gyrate against the pressure behind me, eager for the release it will bring. I am only wearing panties, and rough hands pull them down. I shimmy as best as I can to help, but with the hard body pressed against my back, I can barely move.

Somehow, in the darkness of the night, the forbidden touch is so much sweeter. It’s easier to forget the world around me, to let go and give in to the temptations offered by such masculine flesh. In the daytime, it would be too hard to give in to these desires. But here, now?

I know that sinning couldn’t feel better.

Two wet fingers thrust into me, and I gasp at the rudeness of it, though they glide in easily. The gasp turns to a moan quickly as they expertly move inside me, pressing the perfect places.

Without warning he pulls them away, and I have only a second between him lining up his cock and him thrusting into me deeply. I cry out as it touches deep places in me, my fingers digging into the sheets. I try to turn my head, but a hand comes down on my neck, holding me in place as he furiously fucks me from behind.

I feel a slow build inside me, that faint tingling of an orgasm to come.

“Harder,” I moan, pushing my ass back to get him as deep as possible. His hand leaves my neck and grips my hips as he obliges, picking up his pace and hitting the deepest angles in me.

It’s not quite enough, though, so I’m trying to shift to get a better angle when a sharp smack on my ass stops me. I hiss and the hand finds my neck again, pressing my face into the mattress. I scream into the fabric as he slams into me.

There’s no finesse or love, this isfucking.

I can feel the slow build inside of me but know he won’t last long enough for me, so I snake a hand down between my legs. As soon as my fingers find my clit, I feel my orgasm twitch inside me. I moan as they work faster along with the dick pounding into me, and it doesn’t take long for me to cry out as my core tightens.

My orgasm goes on as he keeps me pressed down, continuing the relentless fucking until a few moments later when I feel his muscles tighten as he pushes in deeply, releasing inside me.

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