“Didn’t you already kill his cousin Noa? Isn’t that enough Reyes blood?” Ransom sounded genuinely curious as he stared between us.
“Nah, we need Joaquin. He’s the one running the business around here.” Cillian smirked. “Noa was collateral damage, though I don’t feel bad about it. She was still part of the business.”
Ransom shrugged. “Good luck is all I’m going to say. The Killough Company might want to run Miami, but the Reyes Cartel has got an arsenal, too. Is Sloan sure he wants to do this?”
“Yes,” I answered before Cillian could. “They set off a bomb in the city and nearly killed the boss’s pet. Sloan wants more than blood, he wants the Reyes men in caskets. He’ll throw a party when they’re all wiped off the face of the earth.”
Ransom clapped his hands together. “Yep, that’ll do it. It’s no secret how protective he is of that pet of his. All right, I’ll get the army together and have them report to you by tomorrow.” His mouth twisted into a smirk. “While you’re here, why don’t you enjoy our hospitality?” He waved his hand at the room outside his office. “You two seem a lot closer than I remember. You’re welcome to enjoy each other or ask to join someone else. There’s a rule of no touching without permission, of course, but I’m sure more than a few won’t mind you participating.”
I grinned and grabbed Cillian’s shoulder. “No requests necessary.” I slid my hand up to his neck and massaged it, and Cillian’s rough growl had my dick twitching to life. “We will be enjoying your room, but I’ll only be fucking Cillian.”
“Or I’ll be fucking ye,” Cillian replied immediately, eyes flaring with challenge.
“Hm. I don’t think so.” I tightened my grip on his neck.
“Well....” Ransom whistled. “This will be fun to watch. I’ll be in here, enjoying the view.”
I ignored him and dragged Cillian toward the office door. He slapped my hand away, and I grasped his arm instead. We nearly smashed through the glass when he shoved me, but I dragged him with me. I managed to get the door open and push him out into the room.
He turned, a feral smile on his face. Heat as hot as hell swarmed my body and my dick was more than alive by this point.
“Come and take it if ye want it,” he tormented.
Fuck, I was going to destroy him tonight.
I smirked. “Challenge accepted.”
18
CILLIAN
It wasn’tthat I was worried about Aspen catching me, but if part of the game was forcing him to work for it, I wasn’t about to make things easy. No, I was a winner. I made sure Aspen had his attention on me and cut through the crowd, which had grown while we were tied up with Ransom. With him hot on my heels, I barely stopped to watch the other people grinding and groaning as they sucked and fucked—and in some cases came while being beaten by a flogger. I did stumble a little as the lad anchored to a St. Andrew’s cross screamed and pulled at his restraints while his cum blasted through the air in a shiny arc.
“Ye see that?” I called over my shoulder.
“I see an ass I’m going to fuck.”
I didn’t stop, only chuckled. The second Aspen had pinned me with that hungry look, I’d known this wasn’t going to be about performing for a crowd, not really. Nothing Aspen and I did was ever about anything except the heat sizzling between us. Extra shite that happened while we were toying with each other was only a bonus. This had changed when we’d gotten Vail, and then when we’d started fucking Fallon, the dynamic between us all had shifted again, but here, with only me and Aspen, there was no one else in the world who mattered.
I wandered around the room and dodged a couple fucking over a red leather bondage horse. The woman was balanced precariously on top with her legs spread wide and planted on the benches on either side. She had big round tits and a teeny waist. The man fucking her was okay, but nothing to write home about. I kept moving, putting them between me and Aspen just to make him chase me a little more.
The game was clear because we’d played it a hundred different times in a hundred different ways. In the past we’d boxed and scuffled. Fucked people together and tried to see who would make them scream loudest. Hell, we’d even made games out of seeing which one of us could kill a man first. Or make the most blood spatter. Once we’d had a contest together seeing who could nut the most in a single week.
Competition was part of the way we operated.
And he’d just agreed to try and catch me, so I wasn’t about to make it easy on him, even if I did want him. That wouldn’t be fecking right. A skinny man in a pair of kitten ears and a tiny pair of fuzzy briefs with a tail attached walked in front of me. I stopped so as not to run the wee bit of fluff over. He hissed at me and scampered toward someone leaning against the wall.
“Feck, that was almost bad.” I glanced over my shoulder at Aspen, but he was staring directly at me and closing in. A shiver ran down my spine as I worked my way around the room back toward the double doors.
He was right behind me.
I passed the pretty lad in the schoolgirl skirt and sucked in a deep breath because he was getting his arse pounded by a new man and this bloke was all muscle. He reminded me of the blokes working the door. The man who’d been having the boy’s hole earlier fed his cock between those lipstick-covered lips. I didn’t bother stopping to watch because I had a plan in mind, and I wasn’t about to get captured by Aspen yet.
“Where are you going?” Aspen called.
I smiled over my shoulder at him. There was a scowl settling on his face, but he wasn’t angry yet. I could tell I was getting under his skin, though. He hadn’t expected me to do this. He’d been after a tussle and no doubt he had a trick up his sleeve to win. I was onto him. “Ye’re supposed to be doing better than this.”
He smirked and my cock gave a vicious throb. I sucked in a hot breath. Feck, all these people getting off were affecting me more than I’d realized. I wanted to feel that good and forget the rotten time we’d had when I thought I was never going to have him again.
