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She groaned around me, the sound nearly making me feed her my cum, but I pulled back. The wet heat of her throat and the sight of her kneeling before me was pure perfection and deserved to be savored. Wiping at her wet cheeks, she gasped for air, her hand trailing down to touch her pussy.

“Don’t, that’s ours now,” I said firmly, and she halted her movement, glaring daggers at me. “Now finish me off.” Without warning, I shoved my dick further into her throat, fucking her relentlessly until my orgasm coiled in my stomach, shooting straight to my dick until I was spilling down her throat. She managed to swallow me down, pulling back enough to gasp a breath before cleaning every drop off of me.

When she finished, she slipped my softening cock from her lips and rested back on her haunches, breasts hanging free and malice in her eyes. No time for that now!

“Time to go, Kitten. Cover yourself before I have to kill someone,” I ordered, waiting as she straightened her dress and stood, crossing her arms and glaring.

“What about me?”

“You’ll get yours... eventually. If you’re good. The choice is yours. Come home with me, and I’ll destroy that pussy in the best fucking way, or go home and suffer, with your fingers as your only relief. But if that’s the case, you have to video us first,” I said in a hoarse whisper, both options equally enticing.

“And if I don’t video?” she challenged, getting angrier by the second. I smirked at her question, knowing she’d damn well be punished. Her heels clicked behind me on the floor as we walked out of the lounge and descended the stairs to the dance floor, heading for the back lot where a car would be waiting. Mathias would handle cleanup; he had it down to a science at this point.

The crowd was lively tonight, wall to wall people spilling into the walkway and making it hard to get through. Sana’s hand was ripped from mine as her steps faltered and a loud thud resounded. I spun on my heels to see a man on the ground and her hand around his throat, squeezing hard enough that his face was red. I was caught between admiration and anger as I walked back, tapping her elbow to signal let go then lifting the man to his feet.

“Thanks, man, she’s fuckin’ crazy,” he sputtered, shaking his head then gasping when he saw who it was that helped him. My brothers’ and my faces were well-known enough he was practically shaking like a leaf.

“She’s mine and wouldn’t have touched you if you didn’t deserve it, you fucking prick. Now, unless you want me to shoot you right in the middle of my club, I suggest you get out of here and keep those hands to yourself. Don’t bother coming back; the Family will know who you are,” I hissed, the blood draining from his face as he started to step back. “Oh, and one more thing...” He opened his mouth to respond, but I was already cocking my fist back and slamming it into his jaw, sending the man flying into the table behind him.

“I don’t need you to fight my battles for me,” Sana ground out behind me, and I turned, putting my hand on her back and guiding her outside.

“No, but he was on my property touching something that belonged to me, was he not?


“I don’t belong to anyone,” she growled, stepping away from my hand. I let it fall to my side without argument. I knew the silent treatment would leave a stronger impression, making her worry that I’d be plotting retribution. In fact, I stayed quiet as I walked to the car, our driver Donovan waiting for me, prompt as usual. I held open the back seat and waited for her to climb in before getting in the other side. As I moved to my seat, I wondered why she thought she belonged to no one. Was it simply her brattiness and independence making a statement? It didn’t feel that way… No, it was something more.

“Where to, Boss?” Donovan called back to us, and I turned to her, raising an eyebrow in question. She took a deep breath, looking away from me before answering.

“My home,” she said firmly, giving the directions and sitting back, her eyes still fixed forward. My brain protested when I tried to push my fight away, but we had bigger problems that required our immediate attention. Pulling out my phone, I checked for updates.

Kill: He was working with the Lachs

Kyrell: Is he dead?

Keir: No, I had self-control for once. We’re waiting for his father, first. It’s his right to decide his traitorous son’s fate. On your way with Sana?

Kyrell: She insists on going home. Donovan is driving her there now, then he’ll take me back. Try and hold off until I’m there?

Kill: You’ll beat Uncle T. He was in the middle of a run.

Keir: We kept it subtle. He has no idea yet, not even about Timothy.

Kyrell: That’s for the best. He won’t take it well. Be there soon.

“Change in plans, we’ll collect on that video later, Kitten,” I said, her head finally whipping around to face me.

“What happened?”

“Don’t you worry about it. Unless you’d like to tag along?”

“Not a fucking chance, Adrostos,” she laughed, turning back to the window. “I’d rather sleep in my own bed and stay away from the drama. I have to work in the morning.”

“Wait up for our call. See you then,” I said as we pulled up to her street. I didn’t bother to get out, knowing she’d only grow more stubborn if I acted like she wasn’t capable of getting upstairs alone. Instead, I just waved and grinned, loving the startled look on her face before she disappeared. “Take me home, Donovan. We have business.”

Breaking my Kitten will have to wait.

Otsana


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