Adrik’s nostrils flare as he watches me. “Fuck, baby girl,” he growls, his fingers tangling in my hair as he yanks my mouth off of him. “You are so eager to have my cum, aren’t you?”
I swallow hard. “Yes, daddy.”
His eyes flicker shut for a brief moment. “Open your mouth.”
I do as I’m told, expecting him to shove his cock back inside. Instead, he leans close and spits in my mouth. The act is so degrading, and yet it makes my breasts ache and my pussy wetter. I can’t stifle the moan that tears from my mouth.
“You’re such a good girl, baby.” He thrusts his cock back into my throat without warning, making me choke. “Now, I’m going to give you every fucking drop because you deserve it.” His thrusts are frantic and brutal as he ruts into my throat as hard as if he were fucking my pussy.
I struggle to breathe through my nose, choking and salivating all over his dick. He goes so deep that I think I might throw up the nachos any moment, but finally he erupts. His cock swells hard as he tips over the edge, releasing his cum down my throat.
I swallow, trying to keep up with the volume of cum. Some of it spills out of my mouth, along with my saliva.
He pulls his cock out and I take a deep, gasping breath of oxygen. Those eyes remain fixed on me but quickly return to detached and cold as he shoves himself back into his pants.
“Enjoy the rest of your ice-cream.” He walks away from me, leaving me on my knees with cum spilling down my chin.
I stand up and grab a tissue, wiping it from my mouth. Humiliation and shame quickly replacing the red-hot desire I’d felt a moment ago.
Adrik is an asshole and I shouldn’t have submitted to him that easily. I sit down on the stool at the kitchen island and shove a huge spoonful of ice-cream into my mouth, trying to quieten my worries with food. If I keep letting him use me, it will only be a downward spiral from here on in.
16
ADRIK
Budimir enters my office, a grave look on his face.
“What is it?”
He swallows hard. “They’re at it again. A meeting tonight at the Shamrock with the Irish, Italians, and Russians.”
“Any idea what it’s about?”
He shakes his head. “Couldn’t find that intel out. We’ve had to be careful since Massimo caught our guy on the inside.” He shrugs. “Everyone’s on edge and less willing to talk.”
They can’t meet tonight without me making an appearance. The city’s mafia are trying to band against me, but I’ll push back as hard. They’re fucking idiots if they truly believe that I intended to use missiles to blow them up. For one, I’m not insane and for two, it was all a ploy to get me into the position I’m in today. To win the crown from Hernandez and build my empire.
However, I don’t mind the idea of them sweating over my evil grand-master plan for a while. It’s rather amusing, to be honest.
I stand and pace calmly back and forth the length of my office. “Could it be a trick?”
A crease forms between Budimir’s brows. “No, I don’t believe so. Our informant isn’t that stupid, but he claims not to know the nature of the meeting.”
I trust Budimir’s judgement over everyone else’s on this planet, but I don’t wish to walk into a trap. “Okay, I’ll attend, but my best men, including you, will remain behind in case things go wrong.” I run a hand across the back of my neck. “Get eight of our most trustworthy Cartel members together and inform them they’ll be joining me tonight.”
He shakes his head. “Is it safe for you to go with only Cartel members to back you up?”
“Have any of them given us any reason to doubt them up to now?”
“No, but—”
“Then don’t question my command. The eight most loyal men we’ve got. Have them readied to crash The Shamrock.”
He bows his head in submission. “Of course, I’ll get right to it.”
I watch as he scuttles out of my study. And then I return to the other side of my desk and sink into Hernandez’s leather chair. My throne.
Tonight, the organizations of Chicago are going to think twice about crossing me, including my pathetic uncle. In time; they’ll come to realize that if they want to survive the war, they have to put down their pitchforks and accept that I’m the better option to run the cartel, anyway.