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“It was my idea,” I tell him, scratching the deep new scar that runs over my face and the bridge of my nose. It’s almost healed, courtesy of my father when he found out I bought El the moment he turned thirteen. I don’t know who talked but I’ll kill him once I find out who.

He eyes me warily and opens his mouth but closes it before the words slip out. I point to my face. “Do you like it? Or did you wish you did this to me instead of my father?”

His cheeks flush while he turns his back to me and grabs a glass of water from the tiny kitchen, so I can take my time to study him.

“It suits you,” he mumbles, and I smile. “You being the devil after all.”

I scratch at the new scar that runs through my right eyebrow I got from my MMA training. “Is my face getting you hard?”

His hands shake while he takes a sip from the water with his back still to me. He ignores my question while he turns and leans against the kitchen counter and flips me off. Licking my lips I let my eyes run down his body and focus on the bulge outlined against his sweats.

I know there are muscles hiding under his oversized black hoodie. Every night I go to sleep with that mental image of him on his knees in the shower while he swallows my cum. And now we’re acting like strangers. Those grey sweats can’t hide the fact every single part of him is lean and muscular. And at five foot six he’s short compared to all the brothers in the two families. Even his hands are slim and delicate. Fuck this shit. I run a hand through my hair and rest my elbows on my knees, watching him move around the room. To top it all off the guy is one of the best fighters there is. His knife skills are unprecedented, that’s why I gave him to Dash. At least that’s what it feels like. Some days it feels like she took him from me. And I resent her for it, but she’s my life, my blood. And I’ll do everything to protect her from the truth of who she really is. No good will come out of it when she knows. I know Tian suspects something, but he hasn’t pushed the subject. I think he already thought he was pushing his luck by me giving her to him when he asked. I grind my molars together and ball my fists.

“What?” my little psycho asks, his cheeks flushing a little. Is he thinking about what happened here in this city, in that shower?

“How have you been?” I try, leaning back against the sheets.

He flips me off as he leans against the kitchen counter with his ass, and I chuckle watching him pace before he takes a seat on the couch pushing the balloons aside. He stares at the half-eaten cake.

Taking a deep breath, he sits forward, dangling his hands between his thighs, those long strands of messy hair traveling in front of his line of sight. “If you’re asking about how the business is going, every part is moving and we’re branching out to smaller cities down south. The families’ bank accounts are in the black,” he says, tapping his fingers on the water bottle he got from the table.

“I was asking about you.” I try to make my voice sound a little less angry. He takes a sip from the bottle and runs a hand through his hair. Our eyes catch, but he doesn’t smile. It always looks like he’s wearing eyeliner, that’s how thick his lashes are. I spread my legs wider, needing to release the strain on my dick.

He shrugs. “I like New York. I like spending time with my best friend, and having Yuki around helps too.” His eyes lock on mine and I grab the sheets hard, almost tearing the fabric.

“You’ve been seeing a lot of him over there?” I ask, trying to hide the jealousy from my voice. I know I should have Yuki here with me all the time, he’s been good. But with the way El has been looking, how long will it be before the fucker makes another move? We need him in New York though. His Chinatown connections are the main reason we’re gaining more traction with the split factions. Business comes first, but I hate that it does. My mind wanders back to that time I lost it over El, as I’ve done so many times before. I checked every karaoke place owned by the family and used facial recognition software to find footage from that night six months ago in Seoul. I wanted to slam my fists through the screen when I saw Yuki going into the room and coming out with his pants unbuckled, Endo right behind him. There weren’t any cameras in that particular room. It was often used by our enforcers to spend some time with their girlfriends. Is that why Eliot chose the room? The only thing that had me pausing was the way he stumbled out, grabbing the wall for support. Fuck him for getting that drunk and doing whatever with Yuki. I can feel the hate running through my veins, the anger surging every time I imagine him with another man.

“What else have you been doing in New York?” His eyes widen; I know he can hear the change in my voice. One wrong move and I’ll pin him beneath me.

He lets out a mocking laugh. Why do I feel like the tables are turning in whatever that’s going on between us. He pushes himself off from the couch and stops in front of me. I open my legs and look up at him as I tear the sheets between my fingers. My body starts to tremble from the rage I feel boiling inside me. He shoves his hands in his hoodie and stares me down while I angle my head to look up at him.

“What the hell do you really want, Moon? You want me to get on my knees again and suck your dick because the Triad owns me? I just have to do what you want without question?” he asks, his voice so defiant, matching the cold stare in his eyes.

I shake my head and look at the half-eaten cake. “Why don’t you offer me a piece,” I say and motion with my chin to the whipped cream monstrosity.

“You want a slice?” he asks, and why does his voice sound so seductive and mocking at the same time. He turns around and I look at his ass and my dick starts to throb. He drops the knife on the floor and bends over. I have to bite on the inside of my cheek not to grab him; his butt looks fucking edible. Now I want a different piece of cake. He cuts off a slice, slams it onto the plate, and shoves it in my face.

I arch my brow. “No fork, or are you going to feed me with your fingers?”

He raises his eyes to the ceiling as I pick up the cake and throw it next to me on the bed. He wants to walk away but I take him by his arm and turn him, breaking his fall by putting my hand under his head. An oomph is his response when his back hits the sheets.

I roll myself on top of him, seize his wrists and push his hands above his head.

He starts to struggle but I’ve got like seventy pounds on him.

“Get the fuck off me, Moon!” he roars, and it’s cute the way he tries to put up a fight.

“Are you regretting not bringing your knives?” I taunt, and he stops fighting.

“I would have stabbed you in the fucking dick.” His voice is so low, it has my cock standing at attention while he looks at me with those half-lidded eyes. He glances down while I push my knee against the sheets, looking all alarmed and he swallows hard.

I run my nose along his, and he freezes. “So, you have been thinking about my dick since that night, or how my cum tasted?”

He shakes his head and turns his chin, giving me the perfect angle to run my lips over the line of his jaw. He smells so good; I’ve missed his smell. I miss it every damn day. If I could mark him I would. “Do you think about your scraped knees in the shower when you push your hand down your pants, or play with your ass?”

His dark eyes widen, and I like the startled look on his face. He pushes at my chest and fuck, I can’t help but press my hard-on against him. He stops moving and looks down to where our bodies are connected; I swear I can feel his dick throbbing matching his heartbeat.

“I didn’t,” he tells me, as his chest heaves. I like it when he’s yelling at me or looks at me like he hates my guts. It turns me the fuck on. I’ve thought about sleeping with the women who hang around the compound, but there’s been no one but him since I decided he was mine. I only want him. The thought of them has never gotten me as hard as he’s getting me right now. The anticipation has my skin breaking out in goosebumps. I grab his throat with my right hand and feel his pulse there. “Are you scared?”