I groan, frustrated. “I fucking hate you. You’re a manipulative bastard. Let me get this straight. I either stay here willingly or you keep me prisoner?”
I feel him shrug. “That’s up to you, baby.”
Why do his threats sound as alluring as they are terrifying?
“Fine,” I grunt.
“Right answer, beautiful.”
And without warning his finger is back in my ass, rubbing that sweet spot. He picks up jacking me off at such a fast pace I think I may be chafing. It doesn't take long to reach that high again.
“Please, D, fuck my ass harder.” He adds a second finger back in and my head lifts off the table as I scream out my orgasm, creating a mess against the wood table and on the floor. Dima sucks on my neck and takes a sharp bite, which makes me hiss in delight.
After a moment to calm down, he stands up behind me. “Why don't you clean up, baby and I’ll get my driver to take you home.”
I stand up on shaky legs and turn to face him, pants still around my ankles.
“You’re not taking me?”
He smiles softly. “I think it's best I don't, otherwise I won't let you out of the car.”
This guy is not like anyone I've ever met, and I have to smile back. This is fucked up, but I don't know, I kinda like being on the receiving end of crazy. I must be so fucking starved for attention if I’m finding this level of control a turn-on.
I head off to clean myself up, feeling his eyes on me as I flee the kitchen.
CHAPTER 12 - DIMA
Ittookalotof restraint to watch Seb leave my home, but I was telling the truth, I would have locked him in the car if I had taken him home. I know he thinks I'm crazy and intense, but it's how I function. I knew he was mine when I saw him and when I fixate on something there is no changing my mind.
I’m sitting in my office where I have been for the past hour trying to work, and while Seb is my main thought, my brother and I have work to do as I have a distributor meeting us tonight at Desire. I’m hoping the allure of pussy at our strip joint will make the guy more relaxed so we can cut a better deal. My normal distributor has been shut down. The narcotics fuckers got wind of one of his imports.I have dealers that need their product before our clientele explores other options. I look up as the door opens and Lev strides in.
He takes a seat across from me and sits there staring at me. I feel like I'm being assessed under a microscope. “Come on, brother. Spit it out,” I snap. He leans back, putting his hands behind his head.
“That was quite a display this morning.”
I look at him impatiently, wishing he'd get whatever he wants to say off his chest before I explode. “Annnnnd?” I say to him to encourage him to hurry the fuck up.
“I've never seen you like that before. I knew you wanted to fuck him but I didn't realize you wanted to keep him around, you know, permanently, and I guess I’m worried. What exactly are your plans for Seb?”
I ignore his inquisition. “Worried? Why would you be worried? Scared you won’t have all my attention. baby brother?” I smirk at him.
He gives me the finger. “Just be careful. Having someone close means there is something to lose. Plus, he didn’t seem happy about it. I thought he was gonna vomit everywhere when you pulled him onto your lap. He has been in our home and will become a liability. Are you sure you can trust him?”
“I understand what you're saying but I'm not worried. I’ve got this Lev. Don’t worry. I’d never let anyone or anything tear our family and what we have built for ourselves from us. Understand?”
He nods in understanding. I know he just needed my word, but I truly don't have any concerns. I think Seb is more bothered by liking dick than he is about my choice of career. I wouldn't be surprised if he liked getting his hands dirty in our business. I see more of that darkness in him every day. I get excited thinking about him letting the demon out to play. How does the saying go…?Husbands who kill together stay together.
Shit. Where the heck did husbands come from? But I shrug it off. I want him in all ways, including the legal ones, so it’ll probably happen, even if I have to drag him kicking and screaming down the aisle.
“We all set for tonight?” Lev asks.
I nod. “Yep, Jules will be coming with us. Also, I’ll have Simon with me but will bring backup too. Can never be too careful.”
Jules is our “head” guard, maybe would even go as far as to say he is our right-hand guy. He gets shit done and knows how we run things. “You sure you don’t need me there? I can rearrange a few things,” Lev offers.
“Nah it’ll be fine, brother. You’ve had this date set up a while, plus this is a standard meeting. Nothing I ain’t done before.”
Lev has been seeing this hottie Latina that he hooks up with when she is traveling through the area. She works on the road as a tour manager for some popular Colombian singer. They only meet up two or three times a year so it’s unfair to get him to cancel.
