“Legacy? One of you is enough to bring the world to its knees, I can’t imagine what more of you would do.” I scoffed.
“Should we find out right now.” I hated that look of confidence he exuded without even trying.
“I’m almost done with my residency,” I seethed instead of a simple no. “I’m not ready for a baby and even if I was, you will not be the man I choose.” The words were out before I could stop them.
Remo’s eyes darkened, two sharp glints of steel as his hands freed his cock. “Want to bet?” There was no chance to respond because he pushed into me in one sharp, deep plunge.
“Oh God,” I gasped, feeling the burn as my pussy muscles stretched to accommodate his thick girth, my fingers gripping the edge of the table.
He ground harder into me “God’s not here, little fox.” He pulled out to the tip. “Just the monster you’ll always worship. Now, let’s test your reverence.” He slammed into me so hard, my feet lifted off the ground.
I groaned, shaking. Unsurprisingly, I shattered under him in just two strokes, earning a chuckle from him. “See, your pussy knows who she belongs to, two orgasms in two minutes.”
I had no time to roll my eyes, even though I wanted to because I was trying to breathe as the devil in black pounded into me, threatening to tear through the wood under me.
“Ishika?” I looked up at the door. Ajay walked in a second after calling out my name. He froze, his eyes widening before anger reddened his neck and face. “What the fuck?” he yelled, taking another step into the room.
My head twisting to look at Remo over my shoulder, I moved to get up, the same time he reacted. One hand on the space between my shoulder blades kept me glued to the desk while the other calmly lifted his gun I hadn’t seen him pick up and aimed at Ajay.
“Take another step either way and you’re a dead fucker,” Remo growled, his breathing just a slight escalation and nowhere near to my hard pants. “I excel at multitasking. I can come and make you die at the same.” His calm demeanor would give a psychotic killer a run for his money. “Sit your ass down.” He gestured to a chair a mere inch from my face.
Grumbling incoherently, Ajay sat, his eyes glaring daggers at me. Embarrassed, I shut my eyes.
“Open your fucking eyes, girl.” Remo thrust hard into me, pinning my thighs to the table.
God, how did he even know I’d closed them.
“Take notes fucker, this is how you please a woman,” Remo taunted.
Ajay’s eyes darkened spheres of hate, his grip on the armrest would leave marks. Torn between shame and pity, I dropped my gaze to his chest and kept it there. Behind me, Remo gripped my hip with one hand the gun in his other and began fucking me.
“Oh, little fox, you feel so fucking good,” he groaned, his nails biting into my skin. “So fucking tight.” He pulled out, only to drive back in, deeper this time.
There was no asking him to stop. Electricity pulsed through my body as he buried himself inside me repeatedly, taking me hard and fast. It was equal parts discomfort and addicting. My legs trembled uncontrollably, trying to hold me upright as he pounded into me.
I should’ve been comfortable with his size by now, but every time felt like the first, like he was splitting me apart, ruining me in the best way.
“Oh, fuck,” I cried out, looking at him over my shoulder.
His grip was possessive, claiming, making sure I remembered who I belonged to even though his eyes were on Ajay. One of his hands came around, gripping my throat and lifting me, the gun arm slipping around my waist and pressing my back into his chest.
“Say you’re mine.” His cock drove deeper, each word punctuated by a brutal stroke.
“I’m yours, Remo.” I gripped his thighs, seeking purchase.
“Come on my cock now, baby.” As if the endearment was a catalyst, another orgasm blasted through me, and my legs buckled, threatening to pull me down.
Remo held me firmly, and with one final deep thrust, a guttural sound tore from his throat as his cock pulsed inside me. Warmth flooded my pussy and he gripped the desk on either side of me, caging me against the wood, breathing just as ragged as his cum filled me, spilling out the sides and down my thighs.Yet through it all, his gun stayed in his hand, ready to neutralize the threat in front of us.
When he finally came down from his high, he tucked himself away, helped me straighten up but kept my panty in his pocket and looked at Ajay. “Now, take her home, put that fucking ring on her finger and if you touch so much as a fucking hair on her head, you’ll eat your balls for breakfast, your cock for lunch and your fucking eyes for dinner. Do I make myself clear?”
Fuming, Ajay’s jaw clenched as he stood. “You’ll fucking pay for this, Rossi.”
Remo’s laugh was eerily calm. “Try, pretty boy, I dare you. I never second guess my decision to kill, innocent or not. Now get lost.”
Ajay glared at me before heading to the door where he waited. Slipping my feet into my shoes, I checked my dress again, embarrassment having left the building long before my orgasm.
I’d just reached his side when Remo called out, “come here, little fox.” He smirked, one brow raised as if taunting Ajay to stop me.
