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My presence terrorizes them.
“I have a question for you, Riggs.” My tone is flat. Amara gasps when Carter bites her, forcing me to suppress a satisfied smirk. “Why don’t you keep your bullshit questions to yourself?”
Amara’s gasp turns into giggles and then into a scream the more Carter plays with her. When I bring the phone’s screen to my eyes, I see Carter’s teeth tugging on her lip ring, his cock grinding on her pussy. Not fucking her. Not yet.
“You’re right, Killian.” Riggs has the sense to correct himself. “Sorry, we’re a little on edge over here.”
“You think I don’t know that?” Each word comes out slow. As slow as I’m fucking my hand. My next words aren’t a threat. They’re meant for Carter, and consequently, Amara. “You two fucking around on the same territory.”
My obedient Carter growls, “I’m being ordered to fuck you,” just as he’s tearing Amara’s panties off, pulling them from under her ass.
The thin, lace fabric flails in the air, cascading down to the floor. Her hands clutch his shoulders, balancing herself when he pushes into her.
“When I remember we agreed you wouldn’t.” Tension builds in my groin. “You’re breaking your promise to me, and you know I don’t take disobedience lightly.”
“Fuck, she’s wet.” Carter takes directions, being obedient and fucking her harder. His hands are on her hips, keeping her in place while he drives into her. “So wet and tight, pet.”
“Baby,” Amara cries out amidst Carter’s throaty curses.
“Again,” Riggs starts, “I apologize, Killian.”
“Your apology means shit when you make a big fucking mess.”
“He wants a mess.” Carter tears down the other sleeve on Amara’s dress. Her tits bounce while he’s fucking her relentlessly. “Let’s get you messy, A.” He spits on her collarbone. “Rub it on your tits. Get my saliva all over you.”
Macy rambles on about how Riggs keeps fucking things up for her. Riggs cuts her by saying no New York corner will ever belong to people from Florida who have no business being here.
They’re fighting over pennies. It’s an embarrassment.
Thankfully, I have Amara and Carter to make me forget about these idiots. She pulls her feet up the counter, and I can only imagine the view Carter gets. Her pink pussy. Her swollen lips. What his cock looks like dragging in and out of her.
“Shut up.” I shift my gaze to the work call. “We settled this over Christmas—over four months ago. Macy’s people will sell their drugs on that turf. Not you. Was I not clear?”
Carter’s ragged groan has my focus snapping to my phone. One of his hands has Amara’s hair rolled around it. He’s tilting her hair back, and his lips part at her throat. Ready to bite.
“You were, but—”
It’s almost as if Riggs is actively trying to help me boss Amara and Carter around. Maybe he’s less useless than I thought.
“Riggs,” I cut him off. “You go against me one more time, it’s going to hurt. Really fucking hurt.”
“Pain, pet. My favorite.”
Amara screams again as Carter yanks on her hair harder. Pulling on her silky blond locks until her eyes look at the ceiling. I hear her when the pain turns into pleasure. When she moans please. I lick my lips, imagining the muscles on his ass tightening with every shove.
“Does that hurt, our beautiful slut?” Carter leans in, biting her for real this time.
“Yes,” she shrieks.
“Tell Killian. Let him know how deep I’m shoved inside you.”
“It hurts,” Amara chokes out. “Killian, I’m so fucking full.”
I squeeze the throbbing head of my cock. I’m neither gentle nor subtle with how hard I grip myself. The painful need to be in either Amara or Carter won’t go away, and I can’t stroke myself the way I’d like. I just clench and unclench my fingers, aching for this call to end.
“You won’t have to, Killian,” stupid Riggs mumbles. “I respect you. That’s why I came to you. I’m sorry.”
Riggs’s shortcomings are nothing new, nor do they annoy me today. My eyes won’t leave the phone. Won’t look away from the two people fucking.
