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More tears fell off her chin, landing on my arm just as she, very slowly, ground her ass against me. The movement was hardly noticeable, but it was enough for me to tighten my hold on her throat. Her breaths grew thin.

Did she do that intentionally?

“Your pulse is begging for me,” I murmured. “Or is that your cunt?”

I glanced at Luka who was now looking at Father, disgust twisting his features. Sutton inhaled sharply and closed her eyes as I gently nudged her ankles apart with my shoe. Like earlier, she didn’t fight me. Not even as I slid my hand further up her thigh, teasing her warm, soft skin until she was practically quivering. Her breath hitched when I pushed my hips forward, forcing her to feel just how stiff she had me in a room full of people.

Did she like this?

Luka’s mouth snapped shut before opening again, his eyes narrowing on my father. “That won’t be necessary. There’s—there’s no need for her to remain with you.”

“So we’re in agreement then,” Father said, nodding to Grave who then grabbed Luka by his suit jacket and yanked him up. “Four million. Make it happen.”

The remaining members of the Crowes created a wall between us and Luka, hiding our view. Sutton sighed even though her entire body shuddered. Then she ground against me again, harder this time, and I almost groaned at the aching pressure in my cock. I tightened my hand on her thigh, but she rocked her hips anyway. If Sutton wasn’t careful, I might just fuck her in front of every single Crowe member since that was clearly what she wanted.

“I’ll need to figure out port schedules,” Luka blurted, stumbling over his feet as he was led toward the exit. All I could see was his head bobbing over the members of our mafia.

“We’ll set up another meeting in a couple weeks,” Father said before facing me and Sutton.

She immediately stopped moving, and it took every ounce of willpower to pull my hand away from her thighs. Our members quickly departed, following Luka and Grave out. Father dragged his eyes over Sutton before his lips curved into a cruel smile, one I knew all too well. He was looking at her as if she’d be useful, and not in the way of cleaning money. My nostrils flared.

“It’s good to see you’ve managed to tame her,” he told me. “There’s a shipment coming in next week. I want you to oversee it and make sure it gets to the warehouses. Grave will accompany you.”

Then he was gone, putting his phone to his ear as he descended the dark hallway in confident beats of his polished shoes.

The moment his steps faded, Sutton stepped away from me and spun around. The warmth of her body against mine immediately faded, and my chest grew hollow. Empty. It begged for more.

She stared up at me, calm and relaxed, her hazel eyes so intense I fought to hold her gaze. A devious smile spread across her mouth, and she wiped the smudged mascara from the underside of her eyes like what she’d done was nothing but a performance. My heart stopped beating, and yet my dick was so painfully hard, I wanted to stroke myself.

“You’re buying me a drink,” she said, and turned for the hallway, the soft click of her heels now lost with the music. As if rubbing all over me didn’t even happen.

I growled and closed the distance before I realized I'd moved. She was almost to the stairs when I lifted my hand, seconds from seizing another fistful of her hair. She whirled around at the last second, and I stopped inches from her throat with a snarl on my face. Her eyes widened as she stood completely frozen in the hall.

The urge to punish her hit me like a strike of lightning to my chest, demanding control and contact—something. It was violent and sharp, but I didn't want to hurt her. I just wanted to stop wanting to touch her. Sutton sucked in a breath as I stepped forward, backing her into the wall.

“What were you doing back there? Teasing me?” I asked.

My fingers curled into fists at my sides, every nerve in my body burning for release. She was unraveling me like a loose thread in a used sweater, and I couldn’t fucking stand it.

“Just playing my part,” she breathed.

Just playing my part.

I knew she was fucking with me by the way her mouth turned up before smoothing out, I just couldn’t prove it. I screwed my eyes shut and stepped away before I did something I couldn’t take back, because I really wanted to touch her.

Don’t touch her.

Don’t fucking touch her.

I didn’t, because I was positive I’d snap. The last time I’d felt the grinding, persistent urge to give in to my impulses, I’d blacked out and skinned someone for two days. Would it end the same way, or evolve into something else? Would I end up killing her?

My head pounded in tune to the incessant thudding from the club music, and I took two slow breaths. When I opened my eyes, Sutton was still leaning against the wall, studying me. Her head angled slightly, catching the warm light above as she drank me in.

“Have you always been like this?” she asked.

“Like what?”

“I don’t know.” She exhaled, brows furrowing, as if trying to analyze me. “You’re… different around them.”