“He was selling drugs in one of my clubs.”
“And you don’t like drugs?” I question.
“Personally? Never touch them. But that’s not it. I don’t allow other people to sell on the Strip because that’s our territory. It’s where we sell,” he says.
“Why are you telling me this?”
“Because you need to know the type of people you’re up against in your attempt to buy your way in.”
“I’m not scared of you.” I straighten my shoulders. It’s probably a stupid thing to say. He’s just admitted to being a drug dealer, a… killer?
“I don’t kill women, Molly,” he says as if reading my mind. “You don’t have to fear me. That doesn’t mean I won’t find another way to get you out of my city.”
“I’ve changed my mind.”
“About the properties?”
“No, about Saturday night. I’m going to need your mother’s number so I can be paired with your brother instead. He was much nicer to me.”
Alfie’s eye twitches. “It’s funny you think that’s a choice you get to make. You either come with me, or not at all.”
“Ah, but you see, I saw your mother and your father last night and I think she likes me enough to let me pick. She even invited me to have dinner with them.”
“That’s just her southern hospitality, and you did make a very generous donation to a cause she cares deeply about.”
My eyes flick to my phone. It’s almost three now. I really am going to look like shit if I don’t get some sleep. “Is there a reason you’re here?” I ask Alfie.
“I wanted to see you.”
“Why?”
“I… I don’t know,” he admits.
“It’s three in the morning, Alfie. I need to sleep,” I tell him.
“So, you don’t want me to fuck you until you pass out?” He quirks a curious brow.
Do I want that? Yes, I do. But I should say no. Ishouldmake him leave. “You just told me you want me out of your city. Now you want to fuck me?”
“The two things are not connected.”
“The two things are connected to me.” I laugh.
“Molly, either I’m going to have my face buried between your legs in the next two minutes, or you’re going to be on your knees with your mouth full of my cock. Your choice.”
Holy fucking shit. Well, when he puts it like that, I know what I want. And the answer is both. “I have a counter offer.”
“Of course you do. What is it?”
“Clause 69: I sit on your face, while I have my mouth full of your cock.” I raise a brow right back at him.
“You have yourself a deal, Miss Olive.” He stands and unbuttons his shirt. Then he undoes his trousers, shoving them down to his ankles. I’ve already stripped my shirt and panties off by the time he lies on the bed.
Without hesitation, I position myself on top of him, my pussy over his face. I grip the base of his cock in my hand and lick the precum from the tip. Humming as I close my mouth over just the top and suck.
“Fuck me,” Alfie grunts and then a hand comes down on my ass before I feel his tongue swipe through my pussy.
Sucking him deeper into my mouth, I concentrate on pleasuring him, even as an orgasm is already building within me. I want to make him feel as good as he makes me feel. I want to be as unforgettable as he is.
