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  I licked and nipped, taking the tender tissue between my teeth and biting down. Then I sucked her bruised bud gently before moving to her other nipple. The taste of her skin alone was sinful, evoking every nasty and dark thought that I’d ever had about her. I simply couldn’t get enough.

  She shifted her head back and forth, straining to get to me while still obeying my commands. All the while, her long eyelashes fluttered, so damn provocative. So inviting.

  Issuing several deep-throated growls, I sucked and licked her skin as I slowly moved down the length of her body. I encircled her belly button before lifting her legs, pinning them against the bed. I could already tell just how wet she was, her needs almost as desperate as my own. She glistened in the candlelight, her juice trickling down the insides of her thighs.

  “Oh, yes...” Her voice was little more than a whisper.

  “I’m going to feast on your pretty pink pussy.”

  “Uh-huh. I mean, yes, sir.” Her toes were pointed, her legs quivering, and her pussy lips already swollen.

  Waiting and hungering for her master.

  I was unable to hold back any longer, dragging my tongue all the way down her pussy and back up, savoring her succulent juice. I was now crazed, my rational mind shutting down. I settled between her legs, licking fervently, swallowing every drop of her sweet cream.

  “Oh... Yes. Yes!” Every breath was raspy, her mouth twisted from pleasure.

  I was invigorated, longing to eat her for hours, but knowing there was no way I could hold back that long. I wanted my cock shoved in every hole, filling her completely with my cum. I wanted to shower her with my seed, slickening her body. I was ravenous as I feasted, using a combination of my fingers and tongue to tempt her.

  “Fuck. Oh. Oh. Oh,” she purred, slapping her arms against the bed, clawing the material.

  I enjoyed every minute of watching her, listening to her sounds of passion, succumbing to my own darkness as she shifted back and forth.

  With every swipe of my tongue, every thrust of my fingers, I was bringing her close to an orgasm. “Such a bad girl.”

  “Uh-huh. I mean, no.”

  I smacked her pussy several times, using three fingers.

  She jerked up, her mouth open in a silent scream. When she fell back to the bed, the look of mischief crossing her face created a buzzing sound in my ears. The things I wanted to do to her.

  I licked her clit, sucking and biting then sliding my tongue down to plunge inside. Fuck, she was so wet, her juice slickening my face. I reared back, smacking her pussy lips several more times before burying my face in her wetness.

  My cock was aching, the need bringing utter pain. Not yet. I would wait. I could wait.

  I repeated the moves over and over again, bringing her close to the precipice of an orgasm and pulling back until I knew she couldn’t stand it any longer. “When I tell you, my beautiful woman, you will come.”

  “Yes... Yes, sir.” She strained, fisting the comforter, her facial features contorted as she tried to hold back.

  Obedient.

  Surrendering.

  I was almost too far gone as I licked her in a crazed manner, going up and down over and over again. All the while, my eyes never left her and when I knew there was no holding back, only then did I give the command. “Come for me. Come!”

  There was no turning the tide as it swept into her, the power more spectacular than anything I’d seen. Her scream was silent at first as the first climax rolled through her system, then her lilting timbre floated through the air as the single orgasm became a wave.

  And I never stopped licking, sucking up every drop.

  Willow’s hand fell to her mouth, her eyes pinched closed and her chest heaving. I could tell she was spent, the powerful orgasm taking her to sheer euphoria.

  But there was so much more.

  I pressed my lips against the inside of one thigh then the other before lifting her legs together, holding them in the air.

  “What are you doing?” she managed.

  “A slight reminder.” I peppered her bottom with my palm several times, my body shivering every time the loud crack sounded between us.

  Moaning, her sounds weren’t because of pain, merely the pleasure surrounding the act.

  I delivered several more until I couldn’t stand it any longer, crawling onto the bed and sliding her until her legs were no longer on the floor.

  She gazed up at me with hazy eyes, her pupils dilated. When she threw her legs around me, using her strong muscles to pull me down until the tip of my cock was nestled between her swollen lips, I took a deep breath.

  “Do you want this?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

  “More than anything. Take me. Use me. Fuck me.”

  What I wanted tonight was far removed. The love I felt between us shooting a series of electric jolts straight into my heart. And I could tell into hers. I slipped my cockhead between her swollen folds, holding my stance as the sensations rocketed through me. I could barely contain myself, every muscle tightening even as her pussy muscles clamped around me, pulling me in even deeper.

  Inch by inch.

  Second by second.

  She couldn’t control her behavior or her own desires any longer, palming my chest, her fingers kneading.

  Caressing.

  I took several deep breaths before thrusting my entire shaft deep inside, throwing back my head and letting out an animalistic roar.

  She wrapped her feet together, bringing me even closer. “So tight. God. Amazing.”

  I was fueled by her simple words, driving in deep and hard, moving slowly at first, but as stars floated in front of my eyes, I knew I was losing all control.

  I powered into her, plunging in orchestrated strokes, relishing the way her body reacted, unfolding like a pristine flower. She was blossoming in front of my eyes, letting go of all her inhibitions, allowing me to savor every inch of her.

  Her soft caresses became sharp claws, scratching at my skin in her effort to pull me in even closer. “More. Please. More.”

  Nothing made me happier than seeing the ecstasy crossing her face and the way her brow furrowed. The candles flickered all around us as if there was some unseen force surrounding our heated bodies.

  I pumped hard and fast, my balls ready to explode, filling her with seed. Searing heat shifted between us as the hard fucking continued, my hips grinding against hers. Her fingers digging into my skin. Our combined breathing ragged.

  It was as if all time stood still, pulling us into another dimension. Then we became like animals, rolling back and forth until she was on top, riding me like a wild stallion.

  Willow pressed her hands against my chest, sweeping her hair down in crazed motions. Another laugh bubbled to the surface, the sound filling my soul.

  I cupped both sides of her face, pulling her down for a wet kiss, driving my tongue in immediately. She was having none of it, shoving back and clamping down her pussy muscles, her expression wicked in nature.

  I rolled her again, dragging us both off the bed, turning and bending her over. I issued another series of hard smacks, peppering her bottom until she yelped. When I shoved my cock back inside, she slapped her hands on the bed, fighting me even though she was purring like a wildcat. With every stroke, I was closer to coming. I had to hold back. I wasn’t ready to allow the experience to end.

  The moment I removed my cock completely, she let out a ragged whimper, tossing her head over her shoulder.

  “No!” Her exclamation was far too delicious, her beast rising to the surface, ready to claim her.

  “I take every hole when I want and how I want.” I kept my tone even, my words succinct even as I slid the tip of my cock to her dark hole.

  Gasping, she arched her back and spread her legs even wider. Inviting me.

  Beckoning me.

  I pushed the tip inside, closing my eyes as I drove past the tight ring of muscle. My body almost spasmed as the pleasure moved to another level.
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br />   “Oh. Oh...” She dropped her head, taking several deep breaths, her body pushing back.

  “Fuck!” When I was fully seated inside, I could barely breathe as her muscles constricted around me, threatening to pull me into a raging climax. I pumped several times, every cell in my body raw and singed from the red-hot heat.

  I became the beast, thrusting into her savagely, the sound of the headboard slamming against the wall further fueling the fire. I wanted her to experience every joy, every insane moment of passion so I pulled her to a standing position, cupping and squeezing her breasts.

  “Do you want more?” I asked in a commanding tone.

  “Always.”

  “Can you handle more?”

  “Try me,” she muttered, her head lolling on my shoulder.

  I dragged her toward the floor-to-ceiling window, forcing her to plant her hands on the glass surface. “Can you imagine how many other people are out there, even watching us?”

  She seemed wide-eyed as she took gulping breaths, immediately fogging up the glass. “Yes, sir. Hundreds. Thousands.”

  “All craving every detail.” I chuckled darkly and yanked her hips, switching the angle. Then I fucked her in earnest, driving my cock so deep inside that my balls slapped against her. There wasn’t a part of me that wasn’t aching, completely pushed to my limits. I held on, thrusting in a brutal manner, gritting my teeth until I could take it no more.

  As I pinched her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, she whimpered before clamping her muscles once again.

  That was all I could take.

  As the cum shot up the length of my shaft, I knew the love I felt could be shattered at a moment’s notice and another wave of anger shifted into my system.

  A damning premonition hitting my psyche.

  They would never stop until they took her away from me.

  Just like the horrific and damning day years before.

  Only this time, I would be ready. Only this time, my enemy would be the one to die.

  And I would enjoy every moment of destroying him.

  Chapter Twelve

  Willow

  Disturbing.

  I wasn’t certain why the word continued to reverberate in my mind. The night had been passionate, more intense than any I’d experienced. Aleksei was an amazing lover, even sharing stories about his fascinating life. Yet very little was completely personal. There were no narratives regarding past lovers or even friends. He had no tales of afternoon barbecues or vacations to a tropical paradise. Everything involved his work, business excursions he’d taken to distant lands, beautiful cities he’d had the pleasure of visiting.

  But all alone.

  While I’d lived a solitary life, only allowing a few people to know the real woman over the last few years, his life seemed so fake. For all the money he possessed, all the paintings and sculptures that he’d amassed in his collection, he’d had no one to share them with. I couldn’t wrap my mind around the wretched fact.

  I also knew he was still hiding something from me, a troubling matter that he was having difficult broaching.

  We sat in the same seats on the plane as we had before, the return trip just minutes into motion. He’d remained unblinking, staring out the window from the moment we’d boarded.

  After all the closeness we’d experienced, the promises made, and the champagne consumed, he’d all but shut down once again.

  “Ten dollars for your thoughts,” I said in a whimsical tone.

  A full five seconds passed. Then ten.

  “A lot of money for my thoughts. I’m not certain they’re worth that much,” he finally stated, the same rumbling tone sending a shiver down my spine.

  “Well, I wanted to make certain you could at least purchase a cheap bottle of wine.”

  The words registered late, but he laughed and leaned forward, taking my hand. “I would assume red wine.”

  “Oh, absolutely.”

  He lifted a single eyebrow, his expression softening. “I will have you know, I’ve been known to consume a bottle of Two-Buck Chuck every so often.”

  For a man with almost no sense of humor, his admittance caught me off guard, allowing me to laugh. “What’s bothering you and don’t tell me meeting with my brother. He is no real threat to you.”

  “He is very much a threat, Willow. Don’t believe otherwise for an instant. That could be your downfall.”

  He was reverting to the same behavior as before. “What else is going on?”

  As he brought my hand to his mouth, rolling his lips across my knuckles, I could almost feel the tension increasing. “There are things I should tell you.”

  “All right. Then just tell me.”

  “They could destroy you.”

  I pulled my hand away, staring out at the bright blue sky. “If you think I’m that naïve, you’re dead wrong. While I’ve allowed my brother to control my life, shaping me into a cold-blooded killer, there were extenuating circumstances. While I still love him, I realize now that I’ve never really known him. He doesn’t even seem like my own brother, certainly not like other families.”

  He remained quiet.

  “Maybe I was wrong in wishing for the fantasy, a nice little house in the suburbs, a job I loved. A family. That’s not in the cards for a girl like me.”

  “That’s not always going to be the case. Whatever hold your brother has on you, only you can break free from it.”

  “Sounds like similar advice I gave a brooding Russian a few hours ago.” I no longer felt the ability to laugh. I knew today meant an end to whatever tumultuous relationship I had with my brother. Was I signing the man’s death warrant? I didn’t want to contemplate the thought.

  He snorted and eased a folded envelope from his back pocket, fingering the flap. “I looked into your past.”

  “You checked up on me. Why should I expect otherwise?” While I should be angry, I wasn’t. The man was thorough and he truly had no idea what kind of person he was dealing with.

  “You knew I would, that I had to. I am a cautious man. That’s the only way I’ve been able to remain alive.”

  I was suddenly exhausted all over again. “So you’ve told me.”

  “I’m not trying to hurt you but what I found is... disturbing,” he continued, his tone flat.

  There was that word again.

  “Just tell me,” I insisted.

  “I think it’s better if you read for yourself.” He handed me the envelope, hesitating before letting it go.

  I realized my fingers were shaking, whatever information he was presenting weighing heavily on his mind. I had some difficulty unfolding the stapled papers, blinking several times before I could scan the page. I finally let out a slow and even breath. “This isn’t news, at least to me. I’ve always known I was adopted.”

  Aleksei’s eyes opened wide. “Is that what your brother has been holding over your head? The bastard.”

  “Likely to a degree. My parents made certain in their will that he was required to take care of me. He’s always resented that, but he found ways of keeping me out of his life. Now, I know why.”

  “Just like he found a method of keeping you on a tight leash, forcing you to do his dirty work while he wined and dined politicians and powerful influencers.” Exhaling, he shook his head several times. “Resentment will change a person, much like guilt or shame.”

  “Also anger, the kind of rage that’s eating at you.”

  I expected he would bristle, shut down even further, but he gave me a single nod of agreement. “We all have our crosses to bear.”

  “Yes, we all do,” I said quietly.

  “I need to ask you. Was there a trust fund established for you by your parents?”

  “Enough for my education and living expenses. Nothing more. My parents weren’t rich, putting everything back into a legitimate business. At least that much I do know.”

  “How?”

  “Papers I’ve found, discussions with my father’s attorney.” I
hadn’t seen Wallace in years, the man likely in full retirement, but previous discussions had been nothing extraordinary.

  “An attorney. I should have known,” he mused. “What is his name?”

  “So you can hassle him?”

  Aleksei frowned and crowded my space. “I need to learn everything about your family if I am taking over the operation. Every dark secret. If I’ve learned anything about Peter, he has a series of safeguards positioned all around him, much like the soldiers he’s trained to protect him. Has this attorney remained in contact with your brother?”

  “Wallace Greenbriar is well over sixty years old. I doubt he’s even practicing, but I honestly don’t have an answer for you. From the limited corporate paperwork that I’ve managed to steal a look at, I haven’t seen his name on any documents for years.”

  Aleksei took a deep breath, easing back in his seat. “That doesn’t mean that he isn’t involved.”

  “No, you’re right. Why did we go to DC? I realize that it was part of a game. To rile Peter?”

  “I’m not going to lie to you that I didn’t want him to remain highly uncertain of your loyalties, but I think you know in your heart that isn’t the only reason.”

  “What are you thinking is really going on?” When he remained quiet, I knew I had to push the envelope. “I caught some of the news this morning. There was a raid on a rave in Philly last night, but not before four young people ended up dead. Do you know what the press is calling this new drug that came into town?”

  He took several deep breaths. “I have no idea.”

  “Killer H. Catchy, huh? People are scared. Kids are dying. If you’re a part of this even remotely in any way, you have to stop it. You have to use all the muscle you have, all the damn contacts and powerful men that I know you’ve paid off to stop this.”

  “Willow, this is much bigger than I originally thought. This isn’t simply about a turf war that your brother wants to win.”

  “Then what is it?” I heard the change in the engines, which meant we were coming into Philly. “Please.”

  “It means that the Solntsevskaya family is attempting to take over not only my family’s legacy but work the entire East coast, including moving into Chicago. It means that many lives will be destroyed. It also means that you will never be safe, at least as long as you’re around me. After this meeting, I’m going to arrange for you to get out of the country, at least until this shit is over.”