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“This is just business between us.” I reminded.

“Last night, was passion, your tears, and the feel of that gushy ass pussy on my dick. I bet that pussy talking right now. They always do when their excellency is near.” I could hear the cockiness in his voice.

“You need something?” He pressed up against my ass, I could feel him rocking up.

“I think you need something else from me. Then we can talk about all the drugs you’re flying into the states. I don’t think that’s a good move.” I turned around facing him.

“That’s my business with my gang, it has nothing to do with you.” I snipped, eyeing him, daring him to challenge me.

“It’s cartel drugs. My father and your Abuela got the same stamp now on all drugs. She should have told you to ask me. I could have your shit transported through caskets and delivered to a mortuary in two days. You can’t move drugs that recklessly just because you have a hand me down jet.”

A look of annoyance took over his face as I shrugged.

“I guess I’m willing to take my chances.” I tried to turn around, but he placed his large hand on my shoulder.

“You won’t, now I’m telling you how the drugs will be transported. My syndicate is now protecting your petty gang. Free of charge since this is a union. If you don’t want to listen, then I will enjoy burning that fucking jet right on the runway. He released my shoulder, I turned away from him and took my bacon out the skillet placing it on a paper towel to dry up the grease.

“You just need to remember that this is business, Malice.”

“And you need to remember that we work as a team rather we like each other or not. That pussy thinks other wise.” He smacked me on the ass and that was all it took for my clit to start back thumping. I decided to fuck with him since he constantly fucked with me. I knew my pussy was good and it had him feigning for more. I turned around and slid my hand along his length. Power rippled through me as I stared into those magical eyes of his.

He reached down and grabbed both ass cheeks and squeezed tight.

“Careful, Sovereign.” He warned me but I ignored him. I planned on having some fun. Reaching into his shorts my hand slid on slick hard skin. I could feel his dick veins on the palm of my hand. I got lost to the feel of him, vaguely aware that we were in the kitchen, people could easily walk in here and I think the thrill of that was sending me into overdrive.

The scent of him invaded my nose, I closed my eyes briefly and allowed myself to breathe. His thick lips pressed against my neck as his hands roamed all over my body. Yanking my leggings down until they hit the tile floor. I didn’t have time to stop and think on what I was doing because I didn’t know. Our sexual chemistry was strong. I wanted to see for a second time was it even real because this marriage wasn’t.

It felt like I was melting right in front of him. The feel of his rough hard fingertips grabbing my soft fluffy breast underneath my shirt had me in a zone. A low murmur escaped my lips as he captured them into his hot mouth and explored with his tongue.

Wounding my arms around his strong neck, he lifted me effortlessly and moved us from in front of the stove. I enjoyed the way his long-muscled body flexed under me as he moved. Malice lips found my shoulder and he bit down hard then sucked.

“You need to pace yourself with the dick you receive from me. You keep this shit up and that pretty ass pussy gone hurt all the time.” He traced his tongue up my neck. I didn’t even know when he pulled his dick out, but it was sitting right between my hot silk opening. I wrapped my legs tightly around him.

“Fuck me Malice.” I didn’t care how thirsty I sounded. His eyes flickered with lust as he thrusted inside of me. Planting his feet against the tiled floor, he bounced me slowly up and down his dick. Gripping my ass, he angled my hips down as he drove deep inside to the hilt.

He growled and a moan ripped free from me. It felt like he belonged right here inside of me and a crazy part of me felt like I would want this feeling forever. Sex clouded the brain; I could control and handle myself without getting lost in this situation. Dick like this made women do crazy shit. I already had power at the tips of my fingers and money so in my mind it wouldn’t hurt to get some good dick on the side. In the back of my mind though, I knew something more complicated was brewing between Malice and me.

Chapter Fifteen

KENYA MONROE

I missed his smell, his touch, those big, beautiful eyes and the way his dick felt pulsing deep inside of me. We were friends before lovers. Or maybe he was my lover, and I was just a friend that he enjoyed having sex with. Everything at this moment felt like it was strictly business. Why couldn’t he see that he was really killing me softly? Why couldn’t I stop the way I felt about him? Getting him out of my system and making money, was something I was set on doing from the very beginning.

Was he in love with me? I knew the answer was no, it was sometimes hard to tell with the way he reacted to some of the things that I did. He loved the way my mouth suctioned his big juicy dick and swallowed every drop. He watched my feet cramp up and loved the way I squirted all over his dick, promising him that my pussy belonged to him and only him. We shopped together, ate breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I had my very own room in his house. Yet I still wondered why he kept me at bay, refusing to see and know how I felt about him.

Inferno loved all the things I contributed to the syndicate. During the day he loved to watch me work and handle his business and at night he admired the way my back curved and arched like the crescent moon on a beautiful night. He only loved parts of me, I wanted him to love all of me. Something was different and it started to bother my soul. He had been gone for a week and barely called me. The longest I have gone without him near was close to a month but even then, he called to check on me every day.

What was happening? I didn’t know but I needed to find out. I was willing to accept how we already were if only he would get back into the old groove of things and treat me how he was treating me before he admitted to marrying some strange bitch for his father’s cartel.

I stood in the restroom, nervous and excited. Excited to see my man after a long week of him barely checking in. I couldn’t call Inferno if it wasn’t on business, he wasn’t really the type to talk as much on the phone. If he did call me, it meant he needed me to handle something, or it would be a simple hurry over. He gave me a list of things to do when he left to Mexico and so far, I executed all of them and even had a new business proposal for him.

Usually, I had excuses to call him and chat about different things regarding the Syndicate. After the conversation with that ran dry, I would make light jokes keeping him on the phone longer and he would accept it before other business of his came up and he would excuse himself.

I was nervous of seeing him because lately it had been hard for me to tuck and bury all of my emotions. Just the sight of him had me yearning to be close, to touch and feel him all over me.

“You got to stop worrying about that nigga so much, Kenya. Make your money and find you another nigga to be caught up on, one that feels the same fuckin way.” My cousin Janessa snapped me out of my thoughts. I hadn’t realized how tight I was holding on to the restroom sink until she came out of the stall. Janessa was my assistant and she helped me tremendously with keeping up with all of Malice extreme task. Whatever I couldn’t get to, Janessa did. The only thing that Inferno refused for her to know about, and handle were the multiple deposits that I took care of daily. He was really funny about who handled his money. Legal money for that matter. He was making lots of legal money, as far as his dirty illegal money, I had no clue of how much of that he had. I assumed it was a lot because even the money he cleaned had to be disguised under multiple businesses.

“I’m not thinking about him, I’m just very sleepy and you know how crazy and random he can get in these meetings. I think in a week or two I’m going to ask for a small vacation to catch up on rest.” Although I didn’t owe Janessa an explanation, I loved her like a sister. She was the only friend I had and could really trust. She gave me an unsure look turning the faucet on to wash her hands.