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“Hell yeah,” Damien says breathlessly. “Are you thinking about it deep inside you? Just imagine his dick fucking your sweet pussy while I take that ass of yours.” The mental image gets me close to the edge. I let out a whimper that seems to signal to him to keep talking, and thank fuck because his words are hotter than the water burning my back.
“Does that turn you on? Us taking turns with your body, using you like the little slut you are. Filling you up with our cum from both ends. Is that what you want?”
Him calling me a slut should piss me off, but instead, I feel myself getting wetter. I rub circles around my clit with two fingers while I use my other hand to fuck my pussy.
“Tell me what you want,” Damien commands. An image forms in my mind as I think about what I want. I know I want them both, and I think I want them both at the same time.
“I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me while Lev fucks you,” I say, holding myself from falling over by the thinnest thread. “Please, Damien.” I’m at the point where I'll beg. I'll beg to come and based on the moans coming from him, he’s right there on the edge with me. I'm panting and breathless. The cool air from the cracked door blows in across my nipples, making them rock hard. I grab a showerhead and position in between my folds as I keep pumping my other fingers in and out.
“Fuck, that’s hot. Fuck,” he says, grunting with each thrust. “Come for me, Little Shadow. Come with me.”
I crash over the edge, the hot water and steam causing me to feel lightheaded as I reach oblivion. Falling to my knees, I cry out my release with Damien's name on my lips. My head is spinning while my whole body comes down. Every limb is loose as I reach up with shaking hands to turn the water off.
“Fuck, that was perfect,” Damien says. “I knew if I was persistent, you’d give in.” He laughs, and a smile graces my lips. I didn’t plan to give in to him, but my body clearly appreciates it.
I thought I needed a shower to work out the tension building in my body. But as it turns out, Damien was all I really needed.
I finally get to my feet, feeling wobbly. With the water off, the chill starts to set in slightly but not enough to ruin the mood. I step out, wrapping my towel around me.
“You loved that, didn’t you?” he asks, the sound of his shower starting up in the background.
“Good night, Damien,” I say, pressing the end button before he can respond. I might enjoy the way he makes me feel, but I’m sure as hell not giving him the satisfaction of knowing it. Besides, Damien hates when people chase him. One of the most important details I know from the past few weeks is that he loves to do the chasing. When girls throw themselves at him, he gets irritated. And he struggles with them touching him, grabbing their hands and throwing them off anytime someone so much as brushes his fingers.
It’s weird he never does that with me though. Maybe it’s because he wants to play with me or chase me and see what he can get. It’s not like I’m special or that he actually cares. At least that's what I tell myself as I settle into bed for the night.
My tablet dings just as I’m about to fall asleep.
Damien: Good night, Little Shadow *kissy face emoji*
A smile stretches across my face. I can’t seem to stop myself from caring about these men. Maybe one day, when this is all over, they could both forgive me for what I have to do.
Chapter 36
My room is my sanctuary. It’s the only place where everything is in order—where it all makes sense. Laid out on my desk in pristine arrangement is the plan for the day. The shipment of drugs I’m in charge of should be boarding the plane and taking off within the hour.
I pick up my phone to call my lead guy for an update on the final stage of the shipment. The line rings five times before going to voicemail. That’s odd. Dimitri is one of my most loyal men, and also the most responsive. The only time he has ever missed a call from me was when his daughter was in the hospital last year. He knows better than to test me. I press the call button again, nearly throwing my phone across the room when I’m sent to voicemail for the second time.
What the fuck is going on?
I make a call to the operator in the tower on the runway today who is in charge of making sure the plane takes off with no hiccups.
“H.. Hello?” he answers, voice shaking like he knows he’s in trouble.
“Where the fuck is Dimitri?” I ask him, my tone deadly.
“H.. He’s right here. We um, we’re all right here sir.”
“Where the fuck is right here, Radcliff?” I bark. My patience is thrown out the window faster than a toupee in a fucking hurricane.
Dimitri’s voice comes over the phone next, “We are currently in the tower, sir. Being held at gunpoint. A group of men who have yet to say a single word ambushed the plane and stole the shipment. Based on the fact that they are letting us speak to you, they wanted you to know.”
A woosh of air leaves his lungs, letting me know he received a hit in the gut for pointing out their motives.
“Listen here, fuckers. When I find out who you are, the wrath of the entire Russian mafia will be on your ass. It will be a cold day in hell when you manage to hide from me and my reach,” I say, my tone cold.
A bark of laughter sounds in the background before someone’s voice I don’t recognize speaks up. “We are already hidden from you, Mikhas. We are in the shadows, in the background at every turn. You will never find us because we are The Shades. I don’t know who you’ve pissed off in this life, ditya, but I would watch your movements closely. We know the tactics your men use when anything deviates from the plan. Even something as small as a driver getting the shits.”
“Motherfucker!” I hear Callum yell in the background, having received my wrath already for leaving my drugs on the side of the road while he was sick for over an hour.
