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“He’s not one to play by any rules other than his own,” Connor concluded, his gaze locking onto mine. “We need to be prepared for anything when we meet him.”
“I understand,” I replied.
“Kieran’s putting together a dossier. It should be ready by morning. We can review the details together before the meeting,” Caden added, and I nodded, taking the information in stride.
“Good. I’ll put my men on it too,” I answered with a firm nod.
“That would be great,” Connor grinned.
I shot Ivan a text, in which he quickly replied that he was already on it.
I could do this.
I couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride as the two of them peered back at me, regarding me with a level of respect befitting my position in the male-dominated world of the criminal underground.
Their acknowledgment of my role, their acceptance of me as a leader of the Kozlov family, sent a warm current through me, and I couldn’t help but press my thighs together, a now familiar need surging through me. My heart swelled, and I stiffened immediately.
I wasn’t falling for these men. Icouldn’tbe.
I pushed myself up from the table and excused myself, retreating down to the speakeasy hidden in the basement. Connor had left out the bottle of vodka from last night, and I poured myself a healthy glass before I sat down in one of the leather armchairs.
The cool, smooth surface of the glass met my fingertips as I took a contemplative sip, the burn of the vodka momentarily distracting me from the tumultuous thoughts swirling in mymind. I couldn’t afford to be distracted by Connor and Caden Murphy.
As the head of the Kozlov family, my focus needed to be razor sharp. Right now, my position was still precarious, and if tomorrow’s meeting went well, it would help secure my standing in the eyes of my men.
My mind churned with plans and possibilities. Strengthening alliances, ensuring the loyalty of key players, and expanding our influence in the city were paramount. The delicate dance of power required a meticulous choreography, and I needed to navigate it with precision.
I was able to focus for a little while, but then thoughts of the twins inevitably snuck through the cracks.
“To be fucked the way you desperately need to be fucked. By both of us at once.”
Connor’s words echoed in my mind, and I crossed my legs in an effort to keep my body in check.
My temperature rose bit by bit as images of what could happen between us flashed before my eyes, of both of their hands on me, giving me everything I desired and more. I drew my lower lip between my teeth, trying to tell myself that I was crazy for being turned on by something so utterly wicked, but I couldn’t help myself.
They weren’t right. I didn’t need a fucking.
That’s not what your needy pussy is saying right now. You’re lying to yourself. Your nipples are rock hard, and your panties are soaked through. You desperately need a fucking, and you know it.
I raised my chin, unwilling to admit that to myself. I took another sip of my vodka, enjoying the way it burned as it coursed down my throat into my belly.
I closed my eyes, ignoring the way my clit kept pulsing. The more I tried to ignore it, the harder it throbbed, until it felt like a drumbeat between my legs.
Just before my fingers brushed my inner thigh, I stopped and jerked them away.
No. I wouldn’t touch myself while thinking about both of them fucking me. I couldn’t let them get to me like that.
I uncrossed my legs and recrossed them. I fidgeted, sitting this way and that, and nothing seemed to help. In a fit of annoyance at my own arousal, I downed my glass of vodka and got up to fill it again. I poured a little more this time and returned to my seat with an aggravated huff.
You’re lying to yourself. You’re needy as fuck.
I took a large swig ,and the vodka slid smoothly down my throat. It tasted crisp and clean, reminding me of home. The faint burn burrowed down into my belly, and my core squeezed tight.
You could be full of Murphy cock right now.
I snarled at the direction of my own thoughts. I had to stop letting myself be distracted by my pussy and think with my head.
The door creaked open, and I glanced up to see Connor entering the room. His gaze met mine, and a flicker of understanding passed between us.
