Gia frowns. “I’ll talk to Angelo, see what he knows.”
“Good. In the meantime, we’ll double security here and at the drop-off locations. No one delivers by themselves anymore. I don’t put it past Kieran to leave that fucking gothic castle of his just to come down and ambush us during a deal.”
“What are you gonna do if it’s Angelo stealing?” Marco cocks an eyebrow, shoving his hands into his jeans.
“I’m gonna fucking kill him.”
We double check each pallet for missed details, lock up the warehouse after stationing two soldiers at both entrances, and head back to Crimson as the sun sets along the King’s Trace skyline.
The pink splashed against the clouds reminds me of the heat dotting Caroline’s cheeks when I say something particularly crass or rub my erection up against her. The flush that coats her creamy skin when we kiss—like the mere connection of our mouths sends her blood singing. My body aches for hers, a wanton muscle in desperate need of a massage, and the desire coursing through me makes me nervous.
Something strange is going on with her, and I know I shouldn’t trust her or let my guard down in her presence. She could kill me. Maybe not physically, but this attraction is dangerous and part of the reason I’ve been staying away. I only married her to appease the ghost of my mother.
And yet, I can’t deny the way the base of my neck knots up at the mere thought of her, and that’s a huge problem.
Instead of indulging my perverted fantasies when I get back to Crimson by calling her, I spot Siena in the VIP lounge, dressed in skimpy, leather lingerie, and drag her up to my office. She stumbles inside as I slam the door, not bothering to lock it. “On your knees.”
A little grin lights up her face as she kneels before me, reaching to adjust the cup of the studded bra barely large enough to contain her tits. “I thought for sure you were done with me now that you’re married.”
Undoing my belt buckle, I slide the leather band out from the loops around my waist and unzip my slacks. “I don’t remember asking you to fucking speak.”
Licking her lips, she bounces on her heels and moves forward, cupping me through my black boxer briefs. For a moment, as I stare down at her, the red of her hair morphs to a golden blonde, and it’s almost possible to imagine this is Caroline and not some common whore.
That I’m in a regular marriage where my wife isn’t plotting something, keeping secrets, and not sleeping with me; that I don’t need to turn to one of my own strippers to relieve myself of the dark thoughts swarming my mind when I think about Caroline Harrison.
Fuck.Harrison.Siena slips her fingers beneath the waist of my boxers, tugging down until my cock springs free, and the face of the senator flashes through my mind, causing my hands to ball into fists at my sides.
My gut tells me he’s the one that put those bruises on her neck, but I can’t figure out why. Why he’d do it, and why she’d let him. I need to figure out what’s going on there, before it ruins everything.
Siena’s botoxed lips close around my shaft, which is only half-hard at this point and becoming softer the longer I get stuck in my head. I grip a handful of her hair, trying to force myself into the moment, but it just isn’t working.
There’s only one set of lips I want on my cock, and she’s nowhere around the club tonight.
“Suck harder,” I grit out, my grip becoming punishing as I refocus on the task at hand. Siena pumps my base with her hand, circling the tip with her tongue, drawing her mouth in around me as tight as she can get. It feels good, but it’s not enough.
No, my brain is stuck on going home and fighting with Caroline until her face pinkens. I’d grasp the back of her neck and pull her body into me, enjoying the resistance she’d inevitably put up. Pressing my hips into hers, feeling the heat emanating from her pussy, I’d bring my face to hers and revel in the sharp intake of breath, the uptake of her heartbeat.
I’d bring my mouth to hers, fusing our lips in a kiss rivaling the greatest of fireworks, and strip her bare before she even realizes what’s happening—before she has a chance to fight back.
The thought of her putting up walls against my touch, of pretending she doesn’t want me as badly as I do her, has me growing inside Siena’s mouth, my dick throbbing with unbridled desire. My fingers dig into her scalp as I think about spreading Caroline’s legs and diving straight into her, guiding Siena’s shallow strokes, so her mouth is seated more fully on my shaft.
She works me, feverish, reaching up to cup her own breast since I’m positively ignoring her needs. I don’t fucking care about them; I just want to fuck this fantasy out of my head.
My mind wanders to how it’d feel to sink into Caroline’s ass, what it’d taste like with my come dripping from the tight ring of muscle, how she’d quiver beneath me from the aftershocks of her orgasm.
The thought of being the first in that hole has me coming undone.
I pull Siena forward, so she’s flush with my neatly trimmed pubic hair as lightning races up my spine, liquid fire collecting at the base and shooting straight through my balls. They seize up as I release down the redhead’s throat, an animalistic groan ripping its way from my chest.
She gags on my dick, and I feel her throat spasm as she struggles to swallow the load.
It’s been way too fucking long since I last came inside a woman.
I shove away from her, ignoring how she laps at the come dribbling down her chin from my sudden withdrawal—like she can’t get enough of my salty release. For some reason, the gesture only serves to disgust me further. Siena is too fucking easy. A puppy vying for my attention.
I want the lioness—the woman I have to work for.Beg for.It’ll make her surrender all the more sweet.
Walking around my desk, I grab a tissue from the box in the top drawer, wiping my dick off and tucking it inside my pants. Siena stands and comes over to me, taking a tissue for herself and dabbing at her chin. She perches on the corner of the desk as I sink into the chair, leaning so her massive tits are level with my eyes. I ignore her.