"Again."
"Yours, Sir. Only yours."
He pushes back into my throat, and I feel him pulse. "Come. Now."
The orgasm rips through me as he fills my throat, so intense I nearly black out.
I swallow everything, cleaning him with my tongue while aftershocks wrack my body.
He pulls me up onto his lap, surprisingly gentle. "You did well."
The praise shouldn't affect me so much, but I find myself preening, pressing closer to him.
He allows it for a moment, then sets me on my feet.
"Get dressed. Real clothes this time. We're going out."
The clothes he provides are expensive—a designer dress that covers all his marks but clings to every curve, heels that make my legs look endless, underwear that's more suggestion than coverage.
I look sophisticated. Elegant.
Nothing like the broken girl who just came on his office floor.
He takes me to what appears to be a legitimate business meeting in a restaurant he clearly owns.
I sit beside him while he discusses territory with men who radiate violence despite their expensive suits.
His hand rests on my thigh under the table, a constant reminder of who I belong to.
"The Covenant is moving into the east side," one man says. "They think you're distracted."
Cassius's hand tightens on my thigh. "Do they?"
"Word is you've gone soft. Spending too much time playing instead of working."
The temperature in the room drops. Everyone goes still.
"Mikhail," Cassius says calmly. "Did you lose a finger last year?"
The man nods nervously.
"Would you like to lose another?"
"No, Mr. Wolfe."
"Then perhaps you should reconsider implying that I've gone soft." His fingers trail higher on my thigh, finding the edge of my underwear. "The Covenant will be handled. Tonight, in fact. You're all welcome to watch."
The meeting continues, but I barely hear it.
Cassius's fingers are teasing me under the table, keeping me on edge while he discusses murder and mayhem like it's nothing.
By the time the meeting ends, I'm desperately wet and shaking with need.
"Tonight," he says as we leave, "you'll see what I really am."
Hell is different when we return that evening. There's an energy in the air, anticipation mixed with fear.
Word has spread that something significant is happening.
