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As her tongue swirled back and forth, her hot and very wet mouth taking my shaft down a couple more inches, she slipped her hand between my legs, cupping and squeezing my balls. It was a delightful, filthy moment.
While at this point it was nothing more than a sinful fantasy, I would make it happen.
And in truth? She wanted me to continue pushing, her desire as unbridled as mine.
Exhaling, I allowed the images to reside in the forefront of my mind, pushing my limits of tolerance and patience just enough I was already planning on how I would seduce her.
And turn her into the perfect submissive.
It was funny, I wasn’t entirely certain I had a heart any longer, but I already felt something for her that surprised me and almost nothing did any longer. She’d been upstairs for over two hours and what had I been doing?
Thinking about her.
Craving her touch.
I’d wanted to get a head start on the monthly financials so I could take a few days away from the Saint Corporation, but all I’d been doing was sitting staring out into space. Two questions continued to roll through my mind, the first being was my intention to keep her as my prized possession or was I fooling myself that she would calm the anger and unrest inside?
And also, had the threat been directed at me, meaning someone knew that I’d hired an intern? Yes, I was jumping to a conclusion without real merit but even I had to admit, as clever as the wording had been, it disturbed me as much as it had my brothers. Perhaps more so.
Our father had done crap like that in the early days, sending cryptic messages to his enemies, luring them to his hunting ground. Near the end, he’d been more direct in his approach, abducting them often in broad daylight, acting like he was God and no one could stop him.
I tapped my pen on my desk, still working on the balance sheet that I’d started two hours before. The numbers were all running together. I rubbed my eyes, trying to make sense of what I wanted from the girl. I’d rather have her sucking my cock than going over numbers, but our wealth allowed the methods of pleasure I enjoyed.
While what I’d told Sara was the truth, that I needed her to dig deep, the single taste of her hadn’t been enough. Not nearly enough.
So far, Creed had yet to find anything on the girl’s extended family, but he was waiting for a call from someone who lived in Seattle, where they were originally from. What I had learned was that Sara’s parents had purchased the ranch seemingly on a whim, never having been ranchers before in their lives. That wasn’t typical behavior, which could mean there was something dark and ugly in the family.
I was antsy to learn what the girl was hiding. It had nagged at me more than it should but given I was certain there was something devious going on with the threat, the person who’d followed me the other night and my gut instinct, I was fairly certain we’d be in for some harrowing experiences.
Not that we’d ever shied away from that before.
Hell, we’d been threatened to have the entire hunting grounds dug up more than once by some eager beaver at the local branch of the FBI or a spunky prosecutor who’d yet to be indoctrinated into the Saintly ways, as Creed liked to call it. We’d even found an FBI agent one day sniffing on the property, a shovel in his hand.
With our connections, it had taken no time for the stupid guy to be transferred to some obscure office in Bumfuck US, but there would be more. One day our entire world was bound to come crashing down on us.
Had we prepared exit strategies? Yes, but we’d need to act fast, which would mean leaving all that was precious to us right here while heading to a non-extradition country. I wondered if either Creed or Styx had made plans to take their families with them if the worst would happen.
Why was I thinking about that now?
Because she could be the one.
The one.
A laugh bubbled to the surface from the thought.
The one I lost my shit to? The one who I would die to protect?
Or the one who became my greatest weakness?
I polished off the same drink I’d been nursing the entire time, doing what I could to focus. Hearing a knock on my door was unusual, raising my hackles. Not only did I keep my address private, including with associates at the university, but it was a necessity in my mind given the increase in our business activities.
As I headed for the front door, I noticed one of my brothers’ cars outside. I opened it, curious as to why Styx had stopped by. “Shouldn’t you be on your way to the airport by now? Don’t you have a wife and kid to get back home to?” He lived in New York most of the time, although he’d maintained a residence here as well, a location far removed from where we’d grown up. Still, it was good for business to keep the residence.
“I’m hanging around for a little while given the threats issued.”
“Threats as in plural?”
“Let’s just say I had a breathless caller who ended it with a deep laugh.”
