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“And this pussy...” I rip her panties clean off her and spread her thighs, then run my tongue straight up her center. “This pussy is all mine.” I suck on her clit, then glance back up at her. “Tell me, Kitten. Tell me you’re mine.”
She stares at me for several seconds, and I worry she’s going to deny it, but instead, she nods. “I’m yours.”
Those two words stir something deep inside of me. I have no idea what I’m doing or where this is going. All I know isthat I want to make this woman mine. Maybe I’m selfish and irresponsible to take what I know I shouldn’t have, but I’ll deal with the fallout later. Because right now, all I want is her.
My phone goingoff jars me awake, and when I open my eyes, I find Ellie curled into a gorgeous ball against my side, snoring softly. I grab my phone, careful not to jostle and wake her up, and see it’s still early. My thoughts go back to the way she screamed my name repeatedly last night and into this morning.
Ellie sighs and snuggles closer to me, reminding me that we fell asleep naked when she slides her leg over mine and the heat from her bare cunt warms my flesh.
I’m debating whether to pull her on top of me so we can have morning sex, when my phone goes off again—the entire reason why I woke up in the first place. Fuck, it’s so easy to get lost in this woman.
Before I can click on the message, my phone rings. Not wanting to wake Ellie up, I gently slide out from under her and answer the call once I’m in the hall and her door is shut.
“Jesus, fucking finally,” Micah barks. “I was about to come bang on your damn door.”
“Sorry, I was?—”
“Doesn’t matter. Ricky called. Two of your women were left for dead last night. One died, but one survived.”
“My women?” I ask, confused as hell, since the only woman on my mind is sleeping in the bed under my roof.
“Issa and Olga.”
Fuck, he’s referring to two of my dancers who also work at the sex club. “What the fuck happened and why wasn’t I called?” I bark. “Where are they now?” I rush to get dressed. The womenwho work at my club know they’re safe. This never should’ve happened.
“He called me because I’m his point of contact.”
“They’re my girls! What the hell did he do to them?”
“It wasn’t Ricky. I’m leaving to speak to him now.”
“I’ll meet you in the garage.”
“Issa didn’t make it,” Micah says once I get into his SUV. “Olga did, but she’s in rough shape. Ricky has her at his place with a private doctor.”
“What the fuck happened?”
“That’s what we’re about to find out.”
When we get to Ricky’s, we’re patted down, and Micah’s asked to leave his gun with security. He glares but obeys, and then we’re brought back to Ricky’s office.
“Stay calm,” Micah says before we enter. “If Ricky did this, he wouldn’t have contacted me.”
“Gentleman,” Ricky says, standing to shake our hands.
“What the fuck is going on?” I ask, getting straight to the point, because screw staying calm.
“From what I’ve gathered, the women were hired for a private party. Two of my men were invited...Friends of friends.” He shrugs. “When they got there, the women were being fucked in every hole. Nothing unusual for that type of party. But then they noticed the women were tied up and crying, begging to be let go. Both high as kites.”
“They don’t do drugs.” I have the girls tested on a regular basis. “Who did this?” I growl, my entire body vibrating with anger.
“According to Olga...You.”
“What?” I bark, standing so abruptly, my chair flies backward.
“I’m not saying you did this,” Ricky states calmly. “But whoever did, wanted the women to think you were hosting aparty and invited them to attend. They showed up and quickly realized you weren’t there, but it was too late. They were tortured and fucked and then beaten and left for dead at the marina.”
“Who found them?” Micah asks.
