“Come for me. Make a mess of my cock, you perfect girl.”
I couldn’t hold back if I wanted to. My muscles quiver, and I grind down, coming so damn hard, I collapse on top of him. Julian nibbles his way down my shoulder, and then he flips us again, but this time, I’m on my stomach, and he’s trapped my legs between his thick thighs, spreads me open and pushes inside, andholy mother Mary, I’ve never been so full.
“Julian!”
“I can’t hold back.” His voice is thick and rough. “Jesus, this pussy is what I’ll pray to for the rest of my life.”
His fingers will leave bruises on my ass, and I can’t wait to see them later. He’s pounding hard, relentlessly, and then he lets out a loud groan as he comes, grinding into my pussy and coming inside me, and it sends me over once again.
He kisses up my spine, over my shoulders, and then brushes my hair aside so he can pepper kisses on my cheek.
“Holy shit, Julian.”
“Are you okay, my love?”
“Never better.” I giggle and feel him smile against my shoulder blade. “Now I’mreallyhungry.”
“Let’s feed you, and then we’ll do this again. All night long. Now that I’ve had you, I’ll never get enough of you.”
Thirty-Eight
JULIAN
Finally,work is going smoothly. The shipments that have come in over the past two days have gone off without a hitch. No sign of Sergei’s men, no interruptions. The product is now off to its new owners in Vancouver, Canada, and I’m richer than I was when we landed.
Today is my last full day here, and I’ll be spending it with my wife, spoiling her like crazy after this last meeting.
“Hello, Sir.” Antonio nods with respect. He’s carrying two briefcases, and he’s flanked by two guards, both armed to the gills.
They should be. He’s carrying roughly a hundred million dollars in precious gemstones.
I’m sitting at my desk in the office of my building, casually tapping my closed switchblade on the wood, waiting for Antonio to unpack the gems and spread them out on the black velvet laid out before me.
Jack is standing behind me, and I have six of my soldiers with us. No one will fuck with these stones.
Antonio puts on his gloves, and then starts spreading out the gems. My heart speeds up, the way it always does when I seestones like this. This is what I nerd out over. I can talk about carat weight and clarity and color ad nauseam.
But Antonio doesn’t know that. He and his boss think I’m just another buyer, another go-between who buys the stones and then resells them.
That’s mostly true.
I will sell these for a tidy profit.
But I also know what the fuck I’m looking at.
Calmly, I pull the loupe out of my drawer and pick up the first stone, taking my time with it. I weigh it. And when I’m satisfied, I set it aside and pick up the next.
Pink diamond from the Argyle mine in Western Australia. One of the rarest diamonds in the world. Roughly four carats.
“Are you going to examine all of them,” Antonio asks, and I lift my eyes to him, raising an eyebrow.
He shifts on his feet and clears his throat as I pin him in a stare, not saying anything for a long moment.
“Do you have somewhere else to be?” I finally ask.
“No, of course not. Carry on.”
My eyes flit from his face to his guards before I return to the task at hand.
