MasukHer nipples are fucking hard "How wet are you" I question through shattered breath, lowering myself to her cunt. My eyes widen as I watch a tiny liquid slid down the body of the bottle Fill my drink with your cum so I fast you as I get drunk Thalia eyes widen and she reach for my cock again m "You love when I talk filthy to you" she nods. Twirling her tongue at the tip of my cock. "You suck so fucking well I feel like killing every man you've sucked" and I'll one day. Just one fucking guy "Fuck! " the scream tear from me unexpected when I feel teeth sink into my balls. I watch down to see Thalia taking my balls in her mouth, eyes glimmering with joy. "Punishment?" she blinks then tongue the center of my balls before rounding her lips on both of them. Caging them My head throw back, stomach knots. Dis She just fucking bite me as punishment for threatening to kill her ex then go ahead to suck me like a Pro as proof? Before my release could roll, I come out of her
"I need you" I whisper to her and she looks up. The lights around the flowers and edge of the pool illuminate outside. There's literally no moon or stars. Pitch dark and dead. Like how the person who's setting me up is gonna be, when I get hold of him "Two orgasms and you're getting drunk" I smile at her words, letting my gaze drag over her body. Her legs does things to me. Slim, straight, long and spotless. Only thing I could think of when I see it I her walking around the shrine she created to kill me, walking through it while she drag a knife through my throat. I gulp straight from the whiskey bottle while she stands still by the door three feet away. She knows I love watching her naked "Crawl to me" Her brows shoot up at my words "I crawl to no man " I stifle a groan and glare at her "You'll eat my pussy right on your knees and let me tie you up" Of course she'll bargain "No to the tying up" She has always suggested it. I know she enjoys giving pain but I'm in
"Get naked" I drive myself since Greg is away on a mission. It's better. I don't think I can make it to her door before taking her. And I don't want him seeing his sister get fucked by who's assumed to be their enemy. I notice my men still blocking the road- they clear their path to let me out and I race out. I need to be buried inside of her. Hear her cuss, tell me she hates me, melt into me nonetheless. My body shakes with sounding need for her- her voice, touch, skin and her writhing and moaning under me. Her apartment light is on. My copied card opens the door without sound. She’s in the living room fucking naked, her back turned to pick something then she turns around as the door slams shut My blood seize to flow at the sight her "What are... " I take long heart pounding strides toward her, cutting short her words by grabbing her neck and crashing my lips on hers. Our teeth clash and she stands on her toes to match my hunger. That's one fucking delicious thi
“The person better pray I don’t survive this fight then”I grind out, bringing out my cigar. He lights it, watching as I puff the smoke outMy first thought was Thalia.Then I pulled her location at the time of the bombing and she was on the road with my Ferrari, thirty kilometers in a different direction.And I’m fucking happy it’s not her.The damage from this isn’t something her little skirmish can cover. It’ll cost me lives, reputation and war. I don’t think any of that is cute.I puff my cigarette out into the darkIt’s currently past eight or is it ten.“How is the drone on Maisie home? "Damien sucks in a breath“Nothing " I hate this darkness.“Send few drivers to block the road that leads here” Damien nods and head out.I head into my office.Minutes bleed into hours while I watch every team and member set to work.“It’s three A.M and nothing.” Damien says by my entrance. Voice froggy and unsettled. I’m anxious too.Not just because of Maisie but because of this figure in the
CARLOS POVI see Thalia’s car leaving the compound as I’m pulling in.I should stop her. Something in my gut says to stop her.But there’s a larger threat moving and I need her away from here, not inside it, so I let her go and file the feeling away as I head inside.I send an emergency text to all units. Thalia’s name already removed from the distribution list.Seven minutes later I’m on the second floor with all 207 of my people in front of me — stationed soldiers, trainees, recruits, guards, the staff who’ve been here long enough to fight if it comes to it.The people stand completely still.“Who are those that worked with my woman during last attack”Damien turns hi head at me. I don’t need him to point it out. I literally just proclaimed Thalia. Which shouldn’t be new considering I’ve fucked, taken, held and touched her in every bit. She’s fucking mine. Rage, death and all.Xena steps forward. Then Kat. Sixteen more men and four soldiers“Handle the first floor, training gym and
Vaughn remains on call as I head into a mission I hope doesn’t get me killed. If anyone chases me faster, get me or shoot… Well, fuck. I’m done.Five minutes into the drive, I branch the ball arena and spend five minutes shopping at the mall there“I can’t make the transfer now, kindly hold on to the goods, I’ll be at the arena and try again” I say and the staff nod with a smile.I slid my glass on and head straight to the rest roomThe van is there. Smaller than I expected: a minivan, ordinary-looking.“Key is on the roof " I check and start the car.“Forty minutes” Van count and I speed offIt take me twelve minutes instead of twenty to reach Denmark pharmaceuticals due to the way I floored the car. It’s like racing against time because the adrenaline won’t stop rushing. Finally, I’m standing 300m away, looking at the van.Just a bit taller than this“Is Maisie out? "“No. Maisie himself is inside with his men”“No one guarding?” There should be people guarding a truck load of new h
CARLOS POV The air in the warehouse is thick: not just with the smell of old oil and gunpowder, but with the collective ego of fifty men who didn't like being proven wrong. I stand on the periphery, arms crossed, leaning against a rusted support beam. My eyes are locked on Thalia. She looks like
CARLOS POVFists clenched, jaw tight, feet slightly wide apart. I beckon on to her with my palm. A slight glint of tremor passes through her face and she charges at me.Both fists clenched and stretched to hit me, but it's a deviation. I can see Her right knee is buckled and the closer she gets to
THALIA POVThey patch me up in a medical room that smells horribly of antiseptic and packed sweat. The injury is a shallow cut, but it stings like a bitch. "It’ll scar," the medic mutters, tape snapping against my skin.Perfect. I’ve already ditched the "soft girl" aesthetic; Now I'm starting a c
It's a Riot. Four, five, then six soldiers lunged for her at once. Throwing fists from all directions, a pool of black tactical gear closing in on her.She holds her ground. My heart swelled, pounding against my ribs as I watched her. She's fluid. Ducking when necessary without missing a beat. Us







