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“Yet here I am,” I reply. This ego of mine will ruin me someday.
His hand moves downward, deft fingers working the zipper of my jeans. I gasp when he moves past it and slides his hand beneath my panties. I’m paralyzed, my cheeks burning like embers as his eyes meet mine. He can feel my wetness, my arousal glazing his fingers. “Damn, baby,” he purrs against my lips. “You sure want to get burned.”
“I … I …”
I have no words, truth be told. I am dizzy and hot, and I can’t think straight. I can only tilt my head back and lose myself in his gaze while his fingers slip between my slick folds, exploring me, testing me, teasing me until my inhibitions run off to the races.
Glancing to the side, I see Drake and Kai watching with hooded eyes, the shadows of dangerous smiles fluttering across their handsome faces while Orion flicks my swollen clit, causing my knees to buckle slightly.
I hold on to the car, afraid to even touch him, worried that he might pull away and leave me in this state of clenching agony. “Do you want this?” Orion asks.
“Yes,” I reply without hesitation.“Oh,” I moan as he glides two fingers inside me.
His fingers probe and curl with every retreat, my hips swaying with each stroke. The palm of his hand is ruthlessly pressed into my clit, slow and circular motions pushing me closer and closer to an edge I’ve never experienced beyond my own self-pleasuring sessions.
“Let this be a lesson,” Orion says, finger-fucking me harder and faster.
I have no choice but to grab onto his muscular shoulders and hold on for dear life as he damn near lifts me off the ground. I moan harshly, hiding my face in his shirt as I come, gushing all over his hand.
As the orgasm takes over, I fall off the edge of the earth.
Orion squeezes every last drop from me, growling harshly as my fingernails dig deep into the fabric of his t-shirt, into the skin on his shoulders. “Don’t lie to us ever again,” he says. “Or there will be consequences.”
He pulls away. For a second, I’m left barely standing, quivering and sweating in the heat of the night as I come down from the heavens. Reality settles back around me, and I remember where I am. I’m in the parking lot outside The King & Sword, trembling and recovering from one hell of a climax. Orion looks me dead in the eye as he licks his fingers.
“You have a good evening, Nadia,” he says.
The three of them smile and walk back to the clubhouse. I’m unraveled, disheveled, and turned on beyond belief. Orion simply knocked me off my feet with a simple, shameless gesture. It was his way of telling me that they’re in control, whether I like it or not. That there are consequences to everything I do around here, that they’re not indifferent to me as a woman but also very much aware of my father’s shadow looming over me.
3
Nadia
It’s around one in the morning when I get home.
The Kessler mansion rises proudly between the green hills of Southern California, flanked by thick orange groves on either side. The security lights are on along the main alley leading to the front of the house.
I pull up next to my father’s Volvo, smiling as I remember how irritated he was when I chose to buy a Prius instead of “something safer.” The man used to ride with the devil, and now he gets dizzy in the elevator, for heaven’s sake.
“Crap, he’s awake,” I mutter, noticing the lights on in the ground-floor living room.
He probably wants to talk—it wouldn’t be the first time this week. I know he will continue to do this until I quit my bar job and agree to work for his company instead. He wants me to be close to him and follow in his footsteps.
Ever since Mom died, he’s been hovering and pressuring me to find a career path, one that focuses on finance and business, even though it’s not what I want to do. Not yet, anyway. Maybe not ever.
Losing Mom threw him off his game for a while. I was left untethered and disappointed in the way he handled everything prior to her death. I’m still trying to process what happened in the months leading up to that wretched moment.
Still trying to forget the look on her face when I told her that he was in a business meeting. An hour later, my mother was taking her last breath, and my father was signing a hostile takeover of a rival company.
I take a deep breath and go inside.
As soon as he hears the door close behind me, Dad comes out of the living room. He’s in his usual burgundy velvet robe, pale blue silk pajamas underneath, and reading glasses hanging around his neck. I stare at him for a moment, trying to imagine him in Iron Horse leather and jeans, riding a bike. Two images I simply cannot reconcile in my head.
“How was work?” he asks.
“It was good, thanks,” I reply with a flat smile. “What are you doing still up?”
“I had some documents to go over.”
