by Jarica James
“You or me, brother?” Kyrell asked Keir, who looked between me and the man before letting out a sigh.
“This is my duty. Kill, you’re with me,” Keir ordered, but Kill was already on it, tucking his gun back in the harness and giving me a look that promised we’d catch up later.
“Rain check, Princess?” Keir asked, and I nodded before he went back to Killian helping him out as they both walked away without another word.
“Nothing says date night with mob bosses like gunshots, blood, and booze,” I joked, downing the rest of my whiskey.
Adrenaline was still pumping through my veins as Mathias, our bartender and cousin, started to retract the mirror covers and grabbed a mop, pushing it over and brushing the bleach solution over the sleek, dark wood floors to clean up the aftermath. That Sana watched on with little more than boredom was a testament to what she’d seen in her life already.
“Would you rather we go back to our place, now?” I asked, but she just laughed.
“Bold of you to think I’d go back with you,” she countered, standing and picking up her empty glass before sauntering back to the bar, her hips swaying purposefully. She leaned on the counter, giving me a shot of her ass. She was definitely a sight to behold, and her smirk when she turned around to catch me watching was full of sex and promise. I bit back a groan, my cock twitching to life as she got her refill and walked back. This time she sat on my lap willingly instead of me having to force her, and I was glad she was so easily falling back to her rightful place. Or was she? The bratty side of her seemed to be coming out to play, and I had to admit, I was a big fan.
“You won’t?” She laughed, the sound melodic, though that was hardly an answer. Downing her second drink, she set it on the table. With more grace than most people who managed to drink two glasses of whiskey in less than twenty minutes, she turned and straddled my lap, her hands drifting to my shoulders as she leaned forward, stopping with her face just a breath away.
“I won’t,” she confirmed, “but that doesn’t mean you can’t fuck me right here.” Her words lit a fire in me before she brought her mouth to mine. Her kiss wasn’t sweet and slow; it was forceful and demanding, bordering on dominant, and I huffed out a surprised laugh before taking control. My hand twisted in her hair, and I tilted her head, delving my tongue into her mouth, teasing hers. She tasted like whiskey and honey, and I wanted more.
“You will,” I tried again, using the harshest tone I could with her, my hands moving down to her hips as she broke the kiss, panting so hard her breasts were heaving inches from my face. Knowing I’d break her down eventually, I ran my hands up her sides, grinning at the shiver that ran through her as I peeled the straps off of her arms, the dress falling just below her chest, no bra to impede my view. I groaned, taking in her sexy curves for only seconds before I took one of her hard peaks into my mouth, flicking my tongue over her nipple before taking her in my mouth and sucking hard, pulling a moan from her.
“No, I won’t,” she tried again, less venom and fire than before, as she rocked her hips over mine. Her hands moved to my zipper and buttons, undoing my pants and pulling my boxers down, my cock rock hard as she pulled it free. She brought her hand to her mouth and licked it, long and slow, the sight hot as fuck. My eyes stayed locked on her as she reached out, wrapping her wet, hot palm around me and pumping, my head falling back at the heavenly feeling of her hand sliding over my hard cock.
“Suck it,” I ordered, wanting to see my Kitten on her knees for me. She raised an eyebrow and waited, saying nothing. It was a silent stare off until she gave in, a smirk twisting my lips with the small victory.
“Say please,” she taunted, and the defiance in those eyes was enough to make me want to push her buttons, to challenge her, to break her.
“Now,” I ordered in that same voice that seemed to hit her differently. Keir and I had only had one night with Sana, and seeing her again after all this time meant we had some work to do, figuring out what our girl was into now, the ways to trigger those delicious sighs and shudders. Her eyes closed, her body shifting slightly, seeking friction she would have to beg for.
“No,” she said, taking a deep breath, but I could practically feel the resolve cracking.
“Or I can punish you?” I offered, the idea so appealing that I was hoping she’d continue to fight me. “Now get on your knees and let me fuck that hot little mouth of yours.”
Apparently, she wanted it too bad to fight, because this time she immediately complied, climbing down without giving Mathias a backward glance as she opened those pouty lips and wrapped them around me. If I thought her hand was fantastic, it had nothing on her hot, little mouth.
I was a goner. Reaching up and bracing my hands on the side of her head, I fucked her mouth. She gagged, mascara running down her cheeks as I thrust, pulling back a moment later for her to take in a breath before giving her everything I had, taking exactly what I wanted.
She groaned around me, the sound nearly making me feed her my cum, but I pulled back. The wet heat of her throat and the sight of her kneeling before me was pure perfection and deserved to be savored. Wiping at her wet cheeks, she gasped for air, her hand trailing down to touch her pussy.
“Don’t, that’s ours now,” I said firmly, and she halted her movement, glaring daggers at me. “Now finish me off.” Without warning, I shoved my dick further into her throat, fucking her relentlessly until my orgasm coiled in my stomach, shooting straight to my dick until I was spilling down her throat. She managed to swallow me down, pulling back enough to gasp a breath before cleaning every drop off of me.
When she finished, she slipped my softening cock from her lips and rested back on her haunches, breasts hanging free and malice in her eyes. No time for that now!
“Time to go, Kitten. Cover yourself before I have to kill someone,” I ordered, waiting as she straightened her dress and stood, crossing her arms and glaring.
“What about me?”
“You’ll get yours... eventually. If you’re good. The choice is yours. Come home with me, and I’ll destroy that pussy in the best fucking way, or go home and suffer, with your fingers as your only relief. But if that’s the case, you have to video us first,” I said in a hoarse whisper, both options equally enticing.
“And if I don’t video?” she challenged, getting angrier by the second. I smirked at her question, knowing she’d damn well be punished. Her heels clicked behind me on the floor as we walked out of the lounge and descended the stairs to the dance floor, heading for the back lot where a car would be waiting. Mathias would handle cleanup; he had it down to a science at this point.
The crowd was lively tonight, wall to wall people spilling into the walkway and making it hard to get through. Sana’s hand was ripped from mine as her steps faltered and a loud thud resounded. I spun on my heels to see a man on the ground and her hand around his throat, squeezing hard enough that his face was red. I was caught between admiration and anger as I walked back, tapping her elbow to signal let go then lifting the man to his feet.
“Thanks, man, she’s fuckin’ crazy,” he sputtered, shaking his head then gasping when he saw who it was that helped him. My brothers’ and my faces were well-known enough he was practically shaking like a leaf.
“She’s mine and wouldn’t have touched you if you didn’t deserve it, you fucking prick. Now, unless you want me to shoot you right in the middle of my club, I suggest you get out of here and keep those hands to yourself. Don’t bother coming back; the Family will know who you are,” I hissed, the blood draining from his face as he started to step back. “Oh, and one more thing...” He opened his mouth to respond, but I was already cocking my fist back and slamming it into his jaw, sending the man flying into the table behind him.
“I don’t need you to fight my battles for me,” Sana ground out behind me, and I turned, putting my hand on her back and guiding her outside.
“No, but he was on my property touching something that belonged to me, was he not?
”
“I don’t belong to anyone,” she growled, stepping away from my hand. I let it fall to my side without argument. I knew the silent treatment would leave a stronger impression, making her worry that I’d be plotting retribution. In fact, I stayed quiet as I walked to the car, our driver Donovan waiting for me, prompt as usual. I held open the back seat and waited for her to climb in before getting in the other side. As I moved to my seat, I wondered why she thought she belonged to no one. Was it simply her brattiness and independence making a statement? It didn’t feel that way… No, it was something more.
“Where to, Boss?” Donovan called back to us, and I turned to her, raising an eyebrow in question. She took a deep breath, looking away from me before answering.
“My home,” she said firmly, giving the directions and sitting back, her eyes still fixed forward. My brain protested when I tried to push my fight away, but we had bigger problems that required our immediate attention. Pulling out my phone, I checked for updates.
Kill: He was working with the Lachs
Kyrell: Is he dead?
Keir: No, I had self-control for once. We’re waiting for his father, first. It’s his right to decide his traitorous son’s fate. On your way with Sana?
Kyrell: She insists on going home. Donovan is driving her there now, then he’ll take me back. Try and hold off until I’m there?
Kill: You’ll beat Uncle T. He was in the middle of a run.
Keir: We kept it subtle. He has no idea yet, not even about Timothy.
Kyrell: That’s for the best. He won’t take it well. Be there soon.
“Change in plans, we’ll collect on that video later, Kitten,” I said, her head finally whipping around to face me.
“What happened?”
“Don’t you worry about it. Unless you’d like to tag along?”
“Not a fucking chance, Adrostos,” she laughed, turning back to the window. “I’d rather sleep in my own bed and stay away from the drama. I have to work in the morning.”
“Wait up for our call. See you then,” I said as we pulled up to her street. I didn’t bother to get out, knowing she’d only grow more stubborn if I acted like she wasn’t capable of getting upstairs alone. Instead, I just waved and grinned, loving the startled look on her face before she disappeared. “Take me home, Donovan. We have business.”
Breaking my Kitten will have to wait.
Otsana
My blood was still boiling as I stomped up to my apartment. The audacity of him getting off then telling me no had me wanting to bite it off next time.
“And he wants me to call him?” I growled to my empty apartment, just ranting as I kicked off my shoes and headed straight for the shower. They’d be occupied a while, and I was a grown ass woman, If they wanted to be involved with every orgasm, then they’d have to step up their fucking game.
As I stepped under the heated spray, some of the anger melted away. There was just something about a hot shower at the end of a long day that calmed your soul.
Well… mostly. I couldn’t keep that whole scene today out of my head. Seeing the guys handle Family business the way that they did confused me. Eros was very much the head of the Priamos family, but he wasn’t constantly interrupted like the guys were. I had a feeling if that were the case, half our Family would be dead… well, half of those that were still alive anyway.
But either way, I didn’t want to think about it or be part of it, so I shoved those thoughts away and focused instead on the important parts, like how ridiculously horny I was.
With that thought, I started to trail a hand down my wet body, thoughts of how Ky tasted and sounded leading me on. But the moment I came into contact with my wet pussy, I stopped. Ky’s warning was holding me back, which only made me angry all over again.
“Fucking great, so now I’m stuck here, horny and waiting for who the fuck knows how long, while they deal with a damn traitor.” My words echoed off the shower walls, and I refused to think about how I was so thrown off I was actually talking to myself.
As I went through the apartment after my shower, making a snack in my robe and picking up the place, I kept glancing at my phone. Of course, nothing had come in, so I just felt like a silly preteen, hanging around the phone while pining for a stupid boy. Fuck, Sana, you’re better than this, I chastised myself as I headed to the bedroom, slipping off the robe and sliding into my sheets.
No sooner had my eyes closed than the phone was ringing, a video call coming in from Kyrell. I accepted the call, not bothering to turn the light on. He said I had to video, not that they needed to see me.
“Aw, Kitten, already in bed?” he teased, and I squinted at the screen, eyes adjusting enough to take in his fairly clean appearance. I hadn’t expected that after time alone with Victor, but, as I kept telling myself, I was staying out of it.
“I got tired of waiting around,” I grumbled.
“Sorry we made you wait, Princess, but I believe we were offered a show,” Keir fired back, stepping into view. He was a lot less clean than Ky, though he was clearly ready, hand already on his hard cock as he looked at me expectantly.
Fine. If they wanted torture, they’d get it. I rolled over and reached into my nightstand, grabbing my vibrator and clicking on the light. I propped the phone up and leaned back, giving them a view of my body, all three leaning into the screen to see me.
“Spread those legs, Baby Girl. Let me see that pussy,” Kill ordered, and I slowly opened my legs, giving them what they wanted.
“Touch yourself,” Ky ordered. Clicking my vibrator on, I slid it down, teasing myself as I did. My body was already worked up thanks to waiting all night, so it didn’t take long before I was panting, failing to focus on the screen where all three of them stared with hungry eyes. They weren’t far enough from the camera for me to see if they were touching themselves, but if the movement of their arms was any indication, they definitely were, zero hesitation about being so open around each other. They were crazy, but they were my brand of crazy.
“I’m close,” I warned, my breathing ragged and legs shaking, teetering on the edge of an orgasm as Ky stepped back to show me his hand on his dick, hand pumping furiously.
“Come for us, now,” Keir directed, the guys positioning themselves so I could see them all, shoulders tense and movements getting jerky. That sight alone was enough to set me off, my orgasm tearing through me with enough force that I cried out, wave after wave of pleasure rolling through my being.
“Good girl, now go to bed,” Ky ordered, ending the call while I tried to catch my breath.
What a dick.
I’d perfected looking bored and inattentive while watching and listening to my surroundings. I hunched my shoulders and kept my head down as I walked down the street. More than once I had the feeling of eyes on me, setting off my radar, but every time I looked up, nothing was out of place. Grabbing my hot chocolate was a reprieve, but the feeling only grew more intense as I stepped back outside.
Just as I passed an alley, I noticed movement in my peripheral, then someone called out my name. I looked up just in time to see Gabe’s wide eyes before I was snatched to the side off the street, my hot chocolate spilling to the ground. A yelp escaped as I was slammed into a wall, a knife pressed into my throat by the angry man now staring into my eyes. My mind prickled, like that feeling when someone just barely drags their fingers along your skin, but I couldn’t grasp the reason behind it. Why does this guy look so familiar?
“Ah, is that a spark of recognition, Priamos? I dreamt of this moment,” he whispered, voice dripping in violence. All at once, I let my body go limp, the change in weight causing the man to loosen his grip. Taking the out, I slammed my fist into his groin before rolling away and jumping to my feet. When I was steady, I snatched my gun from its holster, pressing it into the back of the man’s head and releasing the safety. He held up his hands, slowly standing up and turning. His eyes promised murder, but I wasn’t intimidated.
“Who are you?
” I asked, narrowing my eyes when he remained silent. I pressed the gun into his forehead and leaned forward. “How did you find me?”
“Let’s just say it was an act of fate,” he said, laughing darkly. “I’ve looked for you for years, but you’re quite a bit older than the little girl I remember.” That was when it clicked.
Without thought or care, I pressed the trigger, barely blinking as blood splattered over my face and clothes. His body slumped to the ground, blood pooling around him, and I was suddenly that little girl again, reliving my first kill.
“Let’s call this your first test, Princess,” Grandfather Eros whispered excitedly, leading me into a big room. The door was a thick metal with a tiny window, like a jail cell, mainly empty except for a small table to one side and another door. I swallowed down my fear and nodded, jumping as he stepped out and slammed the door. Clutching my stuffed bear to my chest, I took deep breaths, unsure what was happening. In all of my seven years, he’d forced me to learn plenty, but this was the first time I’d feared for my life.
Before I had a chance to look around, another door opened and a group of men walked in, their suits as crisp and expensive looking as my grandfather’s. Their eyes were full of hunger and greed as they walked closer, and all I knew was I couldn’t let them touch me or take me. I’d heard enough about the kidnapping and selling of girls they’d done in the past, and I refused to be part of it. Eros was never shy about telling us the dangers in the world and how we had to fight to survive. I knew if they took me, no one would come to save me. Priamos saved ourselves.
My eyes caught on a hunting knife resting on the floor in the corner, and I lunged for it, dropping my bear so I could hold it in front of me as I trembled like a leaf. The men laughed, the sound deep and hearty as it reverberated over the walls and struck fear in my soul.