She nods for me and lifts her head, her moans somehow getting louder even with the ball gag still firmly in her mouth. She’s left the perfect size opening for me to get a grip, so I slide my hand around her throat and squeeze just enough to make her loud moans cut off and turn into gasps.
I have to force her hips down as her pussy clamps around my cock and the dildo, her cum flooding out around me. My moans join her gasps of pleasure, and I have to move my hand from her neck to hold myself up from collapsing on top of her. Her moans begin to die down as I slide out and watch with rapid fascination as my cum begins to leak from her pussy and down to her ass.
I lean up, my hand moving between her thighs and shoving my cum back inside of her as I turn my head to look at the crack in the door – the crack that is much larger than when we first came into her room.
Light blue eyes meet my own before they dart down to watch as I shove the rest of my cum inside of Evie, and I swear a faint growl sounds from the man on the other side of the door.
Watch all you want, Roman Bavone, and understand that this woman ismine.
Chapter 14
Atlas
Copper and gunpowder are practically an aphrodisiac to me.
The splash of blood that hasn’t yet dried on the concrete stains the bottom of yet another pair of jeans this week and bullet shells ring as they slide across the floor, disappearing into the darkness of the far room. Bodies pile up in the corner where Kortez drags them to be burned, the first round of our enemies already ash floating away in the salt water off the coast of Havana.
All this violence…all this pain…And yet, the only thing I feel is the small dose of excitement I get from letting my more violent side out.
It’s the only thing I ever feel anymore.
I used to be different. My heart used to be filled withlove.
For two months, I knew what it was like to feel real love. I had a woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, one I wanted to protect and cherish becausefuckif she wasn’t a goddess come to life. I wanted – no, needed – to see her with my ring on her finger, swollen with my child, ruling my kingdom by my side.
Then my father ruined it all.
All it took was one man telling him I was seen too many times with a certain blonde-haired angel, and he fueled up his jet and followed me down to Florida to see for himself.
He saw me let her into the driver’s seat of my car. He saw me drive her to a warehouse no one breathing was supposed to know about. He saw her leave with the ring box that held my late mother’s wedding ring that I got Roman to steal from the family safe.
He saw it all and felt threatened.
He ended my reign before it could even begin.
He stormed into my warehouse as soon as Eve had left, demanding I come with him. I tried to fight him, I was bruised to hell and back before I even made it downstairs. Then when I did, it was to get attacked once again.
This time by none other than Eve’s best friend – a man who was possibly even more in love with her than I was. The same man who is currently dragging the last body to the corner.
I shouldn’t have been surprised he put a tracker in Eve’s purse. I did the same thing. Iwassurprised he had the balls to track me down and attack me on my own turf.
Apparently, so was my father.
He was so surprised that he insisted Kortez come with us. The idea that there was another man who he could mold into his image, one who he knew hated me and could keep me in line…that was his best idea yet. Or so he thought.
He never expected we wouldbond over the hatred we felt for my father and the pain we felt over losing the woman who held our heart. He never expected our loyalty would soon shift to one another instead of the man who sent us on bloody, violent missions.
When he realized it, he sent us away. It took five years for us to get out of my father’s house. By then, Kortez’s computer skills were honed to perfection, and he could beat every man my father had employed in a fight.
By then, I had decided I had to kill my father.
I think he saw that in my eyes.
He tries to keep us busy, but he can’t watch us as closely as before. We’ve been able to take over quite a few of his businesses and formed relationships with not only more than half of my father’s contacts, but quite a few new ones as well. We’re almost ready for the final step.
We’re almost ready to end him.
There’s just one thing standing in the way of us and the final, glorious day when my father’s blood splatters his gold encrusted walls.
