Page 48 of No Longer Mine
The orgasm slammed into me without warning, tearing a wrecked moan from my throat as my body convulsed, my pussy clenching around the toy as waves of pleasure ripped through me. I rode out the aftershock of the orgasm, my thighs shook, my body spent, and my core sensitive.
When I finally pulled the toy out of me, my chest heaved, and my limbs were heavy. The room was quiet but I didn’t feel so alone because, in a way, Dimitri was there. In my head and under my fucking skin and I knew without a shadow of a doubt that meant I’d lost the game that I was so desperate to win.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Dimitri
Being a politician was boring.Budgets, bill proposals, and committee meetings. It was all wearing on me. I hated how much I needed to be there, though. I couldn’t fight back against my father if I wasn’t in the seat.
I rubbed a hand over my jaw, exhaustion creeping in. Another pointless meeting down. Another full schedule ahead. Even with London and Presley handling most of my affairs, my days were still packed with handshakes and conversations I barely tolerated.
I slid into the back seat of my car. Don was already waiting, his hands loose on the wheel. He didn’t say anything at first; just glanced at me through the rearview mirror, eyes sharp as always.
“You look like shit,” he finally said.
I smirked, tilting my head back against the seat. “Flattery will get you nowhere.”
He pulled into traffic, navigating the streets with ease. “You need a drink. Or a woman. Or both.”
The thought had crossed my mind. I did need a distraction. But there was only one woman my mind kept circling back to.
I should’ve been focused on Tony Galphonzo and the loose ends Alexei and I were tying up. I should’ve been thinking aboutmy next move in my father’s slow-burn downfall. Instead, I was thinking about a thief with red hair and a reckless mouth.
My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I answered it quickly. “Benson.”
“Tony is on the move.”
I’d been waiting months for this moment. He was a slippery little bastard with top-notch security.
I straightened in my seat, fingers tightening around the phone. “Where?”
Benson’s voice was calm, calculated. “Warehouse district, down by the docks. Looks like he’s meeting someone. Could be nothing, could be an exchange.”
Could be our opportunity.
Don glanced at me through the rearview, already shifting lanes. He knew the deal. Knew that when Benson called with something like this, plans changed.
“I’ll be there in ten,” I said, hanging up.
The tension in my chest coiled tighter, a slow burn of anticipation that had nothing to do with the politics suffocating me. This was what I thrived on. The chase. The kill. And Tony had been slithering through the cracks for too long.
My fingers drummed against my knee as the car sped through the city, cutting through traffic like a blade. Don’s eyes found mine in the rearview mirror. “What’s the plan?”
“I don’t like guns. I don’t want to barge in there. We will park in the distance and wait for him.”
“Follow him out?” Don knew the drill. We’d gone over this too many times. He was my alibi and also… my help.
“Yes, Benson is watching the feed and will notify us when anything changes.”
We approached the warehouse district, the scent of oil and brine thick in the air. Don pulled into an alleyway a block away, cutting the lights as we came to a silent stop.
“Two SUVs inside,” Benson’s voice came through the speaker on my phone. “Looks like they’re wrapping up. He won’t be here much longer.”
Perfect.
I exhaled through my nose, leaning back against the seat as I watched through the windshield. The rusted-out warehouse loomed ahead, a dim glow spilling from the gaps in the corrugated metal walls.
Tony stepped out first, flanked by two men, his silhouette sharp against the floodlights.
