Master of Control (Gods of Vegas Book 5)

by Sienna Snow

  Her fingers wrapped around me, squeezing tight and making me hiss.

  I tried to pull her hands from my cock. “We have to talk, Isa.”

  She wasn’t deterred. “I don’t want to talk. I want to fuck. We have the rest of our lives to talk.”

  I closed my eyes and threw back my head as she pumped up and down.

  “Baby, I’m trying to fix the mess I created.” My words came out in a plea.

  God, this woman had me begging. I fucking never begged. Then again, I’d never been this way with any other woman.

  I’d spent my life perfecting the image I’d created. It helped me stay on top of business and scare the shit out of anyone I was associated with. But this woman had me gentling.

  Hell, I’d spent over five months going on coffee dates where I’d done nothing but talk to her.

  She’d had me in a state of perpetual blue balls.

  “I don’t want to fix it right now. I want as much angry sex as I can get.” She pushed at my chest until I was on my back.

  “Dammit, Isa. I’m trying to do the right thing.”

  Fury flashed in her cobalt gaze as she climbed over me. “A little late for that. Right now, I want the privileges of the body I got when I was sold to you.”

  I fisted her hair as my temper grew to match hers. “I didn’t buy you. I had no choice either. I was in college in America when this whole thing was negotiated.”

  All of a sudden, she broke my hold, pinning my hands back.

  I couldn’t hide my surprise as she loomed over me, the lips of her cunt positioned over the length of my straining cock.

  “I said,” she bit out, “I want to fuck.” She slid up and down me, coating me with her arousal.

  I knew a losing battle when I was in one.

  “Keep your hands here.”

  “Is this a game of tit for tat?”

  “Call it what you want. I want to enjoy this body that belongs to me.”

  The last thing I expected was to hear the possessiveness in her voice. If she believed she owned me, then far be it for me to argue.

  “Go right ahead and claim me.”

  She brought her face to mine. “No talking.”

  She kissed me and then trailed her mouth down my neck, over my collarbone, and lower. When her tongue circled my sensitive nipples, I bucked up.

  “Too much, baby. Too much.”

  She lifted her head. “I haven’t even begun to torture you.”

  There was a wicked curve to her lips that had my dick oozing precum onto my stomach. If she kept this up, I was going to come like a fucking teenager.

  She moved farther down, tracing and kissing my chest and abs.

  I closed my eyes when her pussy slid lower and her lips were a hairsbreadth from my cock.

  She gripped the base and licked around the engorged head, humming with each stroke of her tongue.

  I shuddered as she continued to tease me.

  “Tighter, squeeze me tighter,” I ordered, loving the feel of her touch.

  She followed my command, not taking exception as I expected her to. I grew harder in her hands and felt the urge to take over churning at the back of my mind.

  “Suck me, Isa. Take me deep into your mouth.”

  My words caused a whimper from her lush lips and she lowered. Without thinking, I brought my hands down to clench her hair. God, I loved this wild mane of hair.

  She took me in slowly, working up and down until I felt my cock hit the back of her throat. And then she did something that had me ready to lose my mind. She swallowed, contracting that incredible mouth.

  “Isa. Do that again. Fuck. Do it again.”

  She worked me hard. The erotic and oh-so-sweet suction of her mouth more intense then I’d ever experienced.

  I opened my eyes to lock with her blue ones, filled with pleasure and smug satisfaction.

  She pumped her fist up and down with the tempo of her incredible mouth and tongue.

  My balls drew up, and I knew I was about to lose all control.

  “Isa, stop now or I’m going to come down your throat.”

  I almost thought she was going to ignore me and let me lose myself in her mouth, but she released me with a pop and a mischievous smile.

  She crawled over me until her cunt hovered over my cock. She was an incredible sight, lips swollen and wet from sucking me and face flushed.

  “I’m going to fuck you now, Sebastian.”

  I narrowed my gaze, lifting up until I was sitting and grabbing hold of her hips. “The only man you will ever fuck again is Baz.”

  She met my challenge with her own. “You haven’t earned the right to be my Baz.”

  “Believe what you want. I’m never going to be anyone else. Not with you, anyway.”

  I lifted her and then lowered her, engulfing my cock in her liquid heat.

  A moan escaped her lips and her head fell back, making her breath come out in soft pants.

  “Christ, you feel incredible.” Sliding my hands up her body, I cupped her perfect breasts, teasing the taut buds until they grew harder.

  “Ride me, baby.”

  Her arms came around my shoulders and she rose, using her knees, and lowered in a slow, languid slide, gyrating her hips in a way that was meant to drive me insane.

  “Isa,” I groaned, loving the way her pussy clutched my cock with every movement.

  I lowered my head, sucking one delicious nipple into my mouth.

  “Oh God,” she moaned and continued to strangle my cock with her slow rise and fall. “This feels so good.”

  “Yes, it does. You’re so wet. Your juices are soaking me.”

  Her rhythm grew faster, harder, and I knew she was about to go over.

  Sliding my thumb toward her clit, I pressed down. Immediately, her cunt quivered and her breath grew unsteady.

  “Come, my love. Come hard on my cock.”

  As if she’d been waiting for my command, she came, detonating, squeezing me so tight I saw stars, and pushing me into my own release.

  A little after ten in the morning, I walked into my childhood home knowing I was about to do the one thing I’d dreamed of since I was a small boy.

  Kick Jonas Weber out of the family home and business. As of midnight, while I was buried deep in my wife, one hundred percent of Weber International had become mine. No more dealing with him holding the company or my responsibilities over my head. No more waiting for the day the bastard who was a father to me in name only could lord his presence over me. The hierarchy had shifted, and now I was the man at the helm.

  With the change in power, it also meant I had to keep an even closer eye on Jonas. It wouldn’t matter that the deal was executed and he’d inherited an exorbitantly funded trust as a retired family head, he would want more—nothing was ever enough for the man. It wouldn’t surprise me if Jonas blew through all the money by the end of five years, probably sooner.

  Lucas met me at the entrance.

  “You ready?” He handed me the paperwork I knew Jonas wasn’t expecting.

  “I’ve waited my whole life for this.”

  The bastard truly believed I’d take his word about the contracts Opa had signed at face value. Opa wasn’t a stupid man and he was well aware what Jonas was like. Of Opa’s three sons, Jonas was the most spoiled, the most entitled. Andrew had been raised to take over as head and knew his responsibilities. And Fredrik, my only other living relative, was as mild-mannered as they came. Opa had known his youngest son wasn’t meant for the lifestyle and allowed him to leave Germany and become a professor of economics in the United States.

  Fredrik was a good man and deserved to live a life free of our family’s taint. Because of this, I’d pushed him to leave Germany the minute the wedding reception was over. The fact my uncle had readily agreed told me Fredrik suspected his older brother was going to do something.

  And the second I gave Jonas his orders, he’d become my most dangerous adversary. Someone I couldn’t turn my back on.


  “He’s not alone.” Lucas shrugged. “It’s his weekly Sunday booty call day. Some people go to church on Sunday mornings, he gets a blow job. At least this girl is legal. Well, I hope she is.”

  It made my stomach roll thinking Jonas took children to bed. I wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt that he only liked them to look young, but then again, he was a sick bastard.

  If I ever got proof he was taking children to bed, I would kill him myself. After my last assignment, any man who thought to pursue that line of entertainment was a dead man in my book.

  “The sooner that piece of shit is out of here, the sooner I’m free of him.”

  “That’s harsh. Not even going to let him blow his load before he’s out on the street.”

  “Asshole,” I muttered, moving in the direction of Jonas’s office.

  I gestured to the soldiers positioned around the first floor of the house to follow me. Each of them had been part of our family’s organizational structure since we were children, many of whom came from generations of service to the Webers. They were well aware the power structure had shifted and their loyalty was to the head of the family.

  I stopped outside Jonas’s office doors. “Let’s get this over with. I have a wife to get back to.”

  As I gripped the handle, Lucas said, “No luck in taming her temper?”

  I thought back to the angry sex we’d had all night long and how I’d woken to an empty bed and apartment.

  “Not even close.”

  At least she’d left a note saying she’d taken her security to work and that she was under no circumstances giving up her clubs.

  I’d have smiled at her words if I wasn’t so irritated to have slept through her leaving. It wasn’t like me to not notice the slightest movement or sound in a room.

  “You look like a man well-fucked, so at least she didn’t cut off your dick.”

  I glared at Lucas and opened the door.

  “What the fuck?” Jonas roared while he pushed the helpless woman who was on her knees to the side.

  How the hell I was related to this ass was a wonder to me. He was more cliché than a mobster movie.

  “It’s time to evict you from the property.” The last thing I wanted to see was his dick hanging out of his pants. “Might want to put that away, wouldn’t want anyone to get the wrong idea.”

  “I fucking live here.”

  “No. You lived here. As of midnight, this house, all of its contents and everything under Weber International belongs to me, Sebastian Alexander Weber.”

  “Bullshit. I know what the contracts say. I keep the house.”

  “Wrong. You should try reading the fine print instead of believing everything your lawyers say. The Benz family keeps all its holdings and properties until Russo passes. You, on the other hand, get nothing but the trust set aside once the contract is executed.” I glanced at the woman who was in tears trying to hide herself behind Jonas’s chair. “You can leave. One of my men will make sure you get home. Next time think better of getting involved with old men who are only going to use you.”

  The woman ran from the room, ready to escape the chaos.

  Jonas’s face was beet red now. At least he’d had the decency to pull up his pants. “Do you understand who I am? With one word, I can have you eliminated.”

  “Go right ahead. I dare you. You’ll learn very quickly the only reason the soldiers stayed with the organization was because their loyalty was to the family, not you.”

  “I think you’ll see that things don’t work the way you think. You’re just like your Opa. You have no idea how to move with the times. You’ll learn sooner rather than later that my methods of business are the way to go.” He walked around me, as if he were a king about to leave. “Don’t expect me to help you when things go to shit.”

  “I won’t.” As Jonas went to the door, I said, “Also, the contract says if you do anything to undermine the family, all monies in the trust revert to the heir. Don’t think to mess with me, my business, or my wife.” I added the last part to emphasize that I knew how he’d treated her.

  “Boy, don’t make an enemy of me. You won’t like the outcome.”

  I kept my face emotionless, the best way to piss him off. I’d heard this over and over since I was old enough to understand the business my family was in.

  Opa had always said power either made the man or destroyed the man. In Jonas’s case, it was the latter, but he wasn’t aware of it. Soon he would see without the Weber organization behind him, his millions would make him no different than any other man in Europe with too much money and no clout.

  “Is that a threat?”

  Immediately the room grew silent; the soldiers watched Jonas as if he were ready to pull a gun on me. All of them had heard about what he’d done when he’d informed me about the wedding.

  As if sensing the change in loyalty with the Weber guard, he said, “It’s a warning.” And then strode through the door.

  The moment he was out of view, I nodded to Lucas, who followed Jonas to make sure the asshole didn’t take anything that could cause me problems in the future.

  The bastard was officially evicted.

  Destroying Jonas had been my ultimate goal ever since Mama and Hannah were murdered. Jonas forcing me to marry Isa moved up the timetable, but things weren’t as simple as taking over. Now I had to set up all the pieces for the dominoes to fall.

  “Search every inch of this house, especially this room and his private quarters. I want to know anything and everything he’s up to. Also scan for cameras and bugs. I wouldn’t put it past him to record everything that went on in this house.”

  “Done.” Emil, one of the lieutenants in charge of the house, went to a cabinet and pulled it free of the wall, exposing a safe. “I saw it a few years ago.”

  “Open it.” I moved toward the steel door.

  Emil pulled out his phone and called someone and then said, “Kurt will be here in a moment.”

  Kurt was a technology and security expert in the organization. I would have recruited him for other aspects of my world if I wasn’t positive he would never leave the family.

  Kurt arrived a minute later with a box. He pulled out wires and a square device of some type, attached it to the safe, and then typed in a code. The electronic safe lit up, and within a few seconds, beeped and opened.

  I moved in. The safe was filled with stacks of folders. I pulled out the papers, setting them in a bag Emil had brought for me. Behind the folders I found a thumb drive and photographs of Isa, of her coming out of the gym, of her visiting her friends.

  The last few had my blood going cold. The images showed Isa and me meeting for coffee, us at my club, her leaving my building the week before, her eyes haunted and full of sadness.

  The bastard had known about us.

  It wasn’t like him to keep anything close to his chest. He loved to brag, to share his grand plans with the world.

  There had to be something I was missing. Why hadn’t he used the photos to call me out to Isa? What was he trying to gain?

  “Bring me a secure computer,” I ordered, to no one in particular.

  Kurt pulled one out, setting it in front of me. I attached the thumb drive.

  As the contents appeared, I resisted the urge to throw the laptop across the room. There was nothing but spreadsheet after spreadsheet filled with details of officials across Europe who owed the family loyalty for favors rendered.

  This list, however useful for the organization, did nothing to explain why Jonas was having Isa followed.

  At that moment, Lucas appeared in the office.

  “Where is he?” I asked, not looking up from the computer.

  “Gone. He didn’t even bother going back to his room. He had this smug look on his face as he walked out the door.” Lucas came up beside me and picked up the pictures of Isa. “That bastard is up to something, and I believe you just handed him your Achilles heel.”

  I stared at the picture of me w
atching Isa as she watched the scene at the club. A blind man would have seen I was gone for her.

  This was bad, very bad. And now I had to find a way to protect my pissed-off-to-holy-hell woman without clipping her wings.

  Chapter Twelve

  Isa

  “Are you seriously at work the day after your wedding?” Lilly stated after slamming open my office door and plopping down on a chaise I had in the back of my office. “I distinctly remember you setting up a schedule so you could take a honeymoon or something.”

  “Good morning to you. And thanks for just walking in. I’m working on projections and budgets. And you know I get crabby when I have to deal with budgets.”

  Lilly ignored me and handed me a cup of coffee and a bag that I knew held my favorite pastries.

  “First of all, I’m your best friend and business partner, I can walk in whenever I want. Second, your staff was freaked out at your seven a.m. appearance and called me to make sure you were okay. Thirdly, most people spend the nights and days after their wedding banging the headboard.” All of a sudden, Lilly sat up. “Please tell me you didn’t kill your new husband. Even your crazy connections won’t get you out of that.”

  I almost laughed at her worry.

  Lilly had been the one I’d run to after I’d discovered who Baz really was. She’d followed proper best-friend protocol and helped me plot Baz’s painful demise. Then she’d calmed me down and got me to realize that I’d have the rest of our lives to make Baz pay for lying to me.

  “No, he isn’t dead.”

  “And?”

  “And what?”

  She growled. “You’re so annoying. It’s like pulling teeth to get a straight answer out of you.”

  “I’m not the one who didn’t tell me her boyfriend worked for my future husband.”

  “You’re never going to let it go, are you? I didn’t know because I didn’t ask. And Kane likes his head on his shoulders, so he never talks about the people he works for. Now answer my question.”

  “Was there a question in all that just came out of your mouth?”