“You don’t know how sexy you are, blurry eyed with your cheeks flushed. You look like you belong on your knees, sucking my dick until I’m bored of you. I bet you never sucked dick before, huh? Little virgin wife. This’ll be the only dick you ever suck.” His nostrils flared and goosebumps filled my arms seeing the fire that blazed in his eyes.
I gagged again when he sped up. His dick tapped the back of my throat over and over. My eyes bucked when he exploded in my mouth. He held my head still, pushing deep, causing me to choke. Cum spilled out of my mouth.
“Fuck, you look good as fuck just like that,” he gritted.
Nazai pulled out of my mouth and stroked his dick. Cum splattered on my face, dripping down my chin.
I blinked and my vision cleared when he pulled my head back and tilted my chin up to face him.
“Fuck I wish I had my phone. I like you with my cum scattered on your face and running over my collar.” He bounced his eyes around my face. “Now I can go to the club with a clear head.”
A heavy breath pushed out my nose as my eyes tightened, my body tensed, and my jaw ached. My throat felt sore.
Nazai released me and stepped back, tucking himself back in his pants. “Maybe next time you’ll follow directions then you can get off too.” He winked at me.
My hands balled on my thighs as I watched him leave. My body was stuck in place. It wasn’t until the door shut that I seemed to snap out the trance.
Subconsciously, my tongue swiped over my lips, tasting Nazai’s intoxicating flavor. I couldn’t decide if I hated what he just did to me or craved it so much I wanted him to do it again.
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The kill today was simple. The mark sat in his car for fifteen minutes, drunk, talking on the phone. I was able to finish him without going inside. Since it was an in and out mission, I had some time to spare. Typically, I would go back to the penthouse, but the babysitter Nazai hired to keep an eye on Carson wasn’t that bad. He seemed to enjoy when she was over and she did a good job with him.
I blinked slowly as I stared up the building. I was driving and without thinking I’d ended up at The District. I’d been sitting across the street, watching the line grow longer and longer. I chewed the inside of my cheek. Crowds weren’t my thing and I hadn’t been back to The District since that first time. My thighs pressed together tightly thinking of what had happened in Nazai’s office.
I looked down. I wasn’t dressed to go to the club but my husband owned the place so I couldn’t care less.
My husband.
I stopped mid grab for the door handle. We had only been married a few days and listen to me.
Shaking my head, I grabbed my phone and climbed out of the car. Checking the street, I walked across, not bothering to get in line. The security guards eyed me warily. Yells from the crowd of people in line didn’t bother me.
“Back of the line,” the bulky guy told me, barely giving me a glance.
“I don’t think so.” I went to step past him, but he grabbed my upper arm.
“You’re not getting in. Now back of the line.”
My eyes went to where his hand was on my arm then up to his face. My eyes narrowed.
“Unless you want me to slit your throat, I advise you to let me go.” My knife was in my jacket pocket. It would take me less than a second to whip it out and leave him bleeding on the ground. Just as I was about to reach for the knife, my name was called.
“Mrs. Tavarez.” I glanced up, seeing Bruce stepping up to me. “What’s going on? Ted, why is your hand on the boss’s wife?” he growled with his face pinched. Usually I was annoyed with him and James since I was able to handle myself, but at this moment him being here worked out.
“Shit!” Ted’s eyes widened and he quickly released me as if I was on fire. With a frown, I eyed him up and down, imagining him bleeding out on the ground.
I stalked past him, bumping him in the process. The bottom sections were filled to capacity. The music was loud and the lights were bright. People were scattered around the floor and lined up at the bar. My nerves grew twitchy seeing the large crowd.
I didn’t think Nazai would be down here so I turned for the steps that led to Euphoria.
“The boss wants me to bring you to him.” I glanced over, seeing Bruce at my side.
Ignoring him, I headed to the steps, skipping past the people waiting for the bouncers to let them in. The man standing in front of the door moved to the side instantly. I started to feel like this was a bad idea seeing how filled Euphoria was too. I bit the inside of my cheek and scanned the area. My gun was tucked safely in the small of my back under my jacket. Sticking my hands in my pockets, I gripped my pocketknife.
“This way.” Bruce nodded, guiding me.
Naked women moved around the room, lap dances were being given. A girl was on stage bent over and shaking her ass toward the crowd.
