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“I want you to know what will happen if you try that again.” I pulled the knife out in one swift movement.

Lucas practically collapsed on the floor.

I kept him upright. “Do we have an understanding?”

“Yes…Jesus Christ.”

I let him fall to the floor.

The one I assumed to be Victor lowered his gun.

Smart man.

I stared at the other one, curious to see just how stupid he was.

After he glanced at Victor, he slowly lowered his weapon.

Lucas continued to groan like a slug on the floor.

I wiped my blade on his coat before I walked out.

* * *

When I walked in the door, my footsteps stirred her.

She sat up, her thick hair all over the place, her eyes squinting as she tried to see in the dark. “Bartholomew?” Her hand reached for the sheets beside her, looking for me even though she knew I wasn’t there.

“Right here, sweetheart.” I stripped off my clothes then got into bed beside her.

“Where—where did you go?”

“Had some things I needed to take care of.” I rolled on top of her, positioning her naked body underneath me. She was still half asleep, so her body moved exactly the way I wanted it to, opening for me so I could slip between her soft thighs.

“What things…?”

I slid inside her, succumbing to her heavenly flesh instantly. My dick hardened even more, aroused that I was the only one worthy of this woman. That I was the only one who could handle a woman with this kind of fire.

The questions ceased when she felt me burrowed in her tightness. Her nails hooked into my flesh, and she writhed underneath me. The moans came immediately. The hot breaths. The sexy whispers. She grabbed my ass and tugged. “Bartholomew…”

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LAURA

We took a shower together the next morning. We stood under the warm water, and I was lucky enough to rub soap all over his chiseled body, to trace the line of his pecs, to rub the planes of his stomach, to clean all the individual muscles of his ripped arms.

He did the same to me, making my tits and ass soapy with his big hands.

“I can’t tell if you’re a tit or an ass man.”

His hands moved to my tits and felt them in his hands. Then he did the same to my ass, as if comparing. “With you, it’s both.” His fingers reached around my ass until he found my clit. He lightly played with it while his other hand gripped one of my tits. “I can’t wait to fuck you in the ass.”

“Excuse me?”

He dipped his head and kissed me, pulling me into his body as the water rained down on us. “You heard me.” He stepped out of the shower and grabbed the towel before drying his hair, his tight ass and muscular back on full display. As if he hadn’t just said something very presumptuous and a bit offensive, he carried on with his day, moving to the vanity to shave his beard.

I dried off then went back into the bedroom. When I checked my phone, I saw that I had ten missed calls.

All from my father.

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