“He’s a liar.”
I shake my head. “I wish I had control of the money from the contracts from the Instagram account. I’d give it to him just to make him go away and leave us alone.”
“We’re not paying him shit.”
“Sasha—”
“No, Raven. Not after what he did to you.”
“So we’re going to hide out in hotels and the complex? On lockdown? And have to look over our shoulders for the rest of our lives?” I shake my head sharply. “No,” I whisper, thinking about my plan to leave Massachusetts. I’ve done research on San Francisco and Houston, but also on Vienna and Berlin. What if I went really far? To a place with an exceptional orchestra?
“It’ll be over soon,” he says.
“Okay,” I say, not wanting to argue.
Sasha takes out his phone and hits a couple of buttons. When Trick picks up, Sasha says, “The valet slipping a GPS on the mercs’ car might not pan out. I want to know where Leone is right now. Call in favors, Trick, and promise people cash. Someone’s seen him. I’ll pay a hundred grand for solid information. And two hundred and fifty thousand to anyone who can produce him, dead or alive.”
Sasha pauses and listens.
“I don’t care,” he says. “It’s time to end this.”
He sets his phone on the table. “If I can’t get to him in forty-eight hours, I’ll find out who he owes and how much and I’ll settle up for him. I’ll get him out of your life, one way or the other. All right?”
“I don’t want you to pay off his debts. That’s not what I meant. What I should do is leave.”
“No.”
“I care about you. So much. I don’t want you to get hurt either. Let me go, and he’ll go back to New York.”
“If you’re gone, it won’t matter what he does.”
“Sasha—”
He shrugs his big shoulders. “You’re not hearing me. I have to be near you, Raven. If you leave, I’ll follow you. I’ll find you. Nothing matters more to me than keeping you.”
“You wouldn’t be happy away from C Crue. This is your family.”
“I love you. It consumes me. I won’t give you up. Not even for C Crue.”
I stare up at him, tears stinging my eyes and my heart aches because I believe him and it means so much. “You’re the one for me, too,” I whisper, knowing that his words, and the way he always backs them up with actions, have changed everything. “The one who doesn’t let go, no matter how hard or dangerous things get. I didn’t know how much I needed that.” I turn and raise my hair, deciding that whether I stay or leave Coynston, it won’t be by myself. “Unhook me.”
He opens the clasp and lowers the zipper. Several thousand dollars’ worth of dress floats to the floor and puddles around my feet. Still in heels, I reach down to undo a strap, but he stops me.
“Leave them on,” he says, picking me up. He sets me on the king-sized bed and then sheds his clothes.
* * *
Anvil
She’s on her hands and knees, where I put her.
“Forehead on the bed,” I say, admiring her pale skin and the curve of her spine rising to her small ass. Her sleek pussy and the pink rose of her asshole are peeking out at me, ready for my attention. I fist my thick shaft and pump it several times, liking I’m priming a shotgun.
I dip a couple of fingers in her slippery entrance. She’s ready for me, which sends more blood rushing to my cock. I push fingers deep into her pussy, gathering moisture. When I pull them free, they’re coated with creamy excitement.
My cock’s rabid hunger can’t be ignored anymore. The thick shiny head pushes between her lower lips and into her body. I keep driving until I’m as deep as I can get, tucked against that knob to her womb. My shaft jerks with primal ambition.
Yeah, I’m going to fuck her right there. First though, I swirl a wet fingertip around her little ring.
