“Don’t you fucking dare.” He grabs me by the hair and forces me to look up at him. “You are going to make me come. And I am going to fill that pretty little mouth of yours with my thick, hot desire for you. Like a good girl.”
I manage a nod. My heart is flipping wildly in my chest at his ability to dominate even in this situation.
He thrusts between my lips and pulls my hair, filling my mouth with him and then freeing me. He starts to go faster, harder. My pussy is soaked from the eroticism of it all, and I moan a little.
“Too much,dorogoya?”
“No,” I say around the dick in my mouth, as drool and precum run down my chin.
It earns me a rare, gritty smirk from him. “Goddamn, baby. You look so sexy right now.”
As he moves my head up and down, pumping my mouth over him again and again, I suck on the tip. It drags a hot, low grunt from Ransome.
“Yes. Fuck yes, baby. Just like that. Keep going. Oh, fuck…”
I can feel the heat rising up through him. I brace myself, angling my mouth as he shoots to the back of my throat, hot and tangy. His muscles quiver as he grinds into me, until every last drop empties down my throat.
When he releases my hair and melts into the couch, I sit back, wiping my lip.
“Well?” I ask.
Ransome’s head is tipped back as he comes back to earth.
“I don’t know about comfortable,” he says after a minute. “But it’s christened.”
46
RANSOME
I’m staring at the mugshot of Amara’s dad.
“What was the offense?”
“Drunk driving. Also driving without a license.”
“And you booked him?”
“Yep. He’s lying face-down in a cell as we speak.”
“Good.”
Damon is a friend of mine. He is also chief of police for the NYPD. It often comes as a shock to people when they find out that Bratvamen,pakhanispecifically, have an understanding with the police department.
It really shouldn’t. Considering the amount of work we orchestrate on the streets of NYC, it makes sense that we have men on the inside. Aka, cops on our payroll.
In the last couple weeks, I’ve involved myself more and more in Amara’s family. I looked into them. Had my little drop-in with Gianni.
But investigating her siblings isn’t the only thing I’ve been doing.
I’ve dug into their dad’s info. How it went under the radar that he was a cop is beyond me. I guess I didn’t really give a shit about the guy because I knew he was a literal piece of shit. Knowing that had me diving even farther.
After that, I came to a solid conclusion.
The man needs to be gone.
Maybe not six-feet-under gone. After all, he is Amara’s father. But behind bars isn’t unreasonable. And honestly, if the man was behind the wheel after a night of drinking, he deserves soap on a rope anyways.
“It wasn’t a hard arrest,” Damon goes on. “He was literally sitting at a dead end traffic light through two rounds of reds and one of my guys snagged him for that. Afterwards, we got him for drunk driving and a record of unpaid tickets too. I can hold him as long as you want.”
