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The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. Was his attention on Scar purely out of lust, or had shit happened on the West Coast, and he’d found out we had a contact there? If the comment made Scar nervous, she didn’t show it. Her black nails wrapped around the neck of a bottle of tequila shaped like a human heart.

I watched in rapt fascination as she straddled Niko. Lust thrummed through my veins as she lifted up on her knees, the black fabric of her pants pulling taut across her ass cheeks. Her thumb and forefinger came up and parted Niko’s lips, tilting his head back slightly.

“In that case, a Spanish toast is only fitting. Arriba, abajo, al centro y pa’ dentro,” she said, lifting the bottle up and down before bringing it center and taking a pull.

My pulse sped up, and my dick hardened as she spat the liquid into his waiting mouth. Niko’s large hands grabbed her thighs hard enough to bruise, his tattooed fingers grazing the edge of her perky ass. She dipped down, pulling Niko’s bottom lip into her mouth.

“Fuck, bite me harder,” my brother groaned against her.

She apparently complied, because as she moved to stand behind Kenji, Niko looked up. The look on his face resembled that of post-orgasm bliss, and his lips were stained with blood. He swiped across the wound and stared at the liquid in awe before cutting his gaze to the woman who’d caused it.

“Kenji.” She dragged out his name, gripping his hair and yanking his head back hard. “Be a good boy and open your mouth.”

She barely got the command out, and his mouth was open and waiting. The smile on her face was pure seduction, demanding we all get on our knees and worship her. I was glued to her every move. Pouty lips wrapped around the morbid-looking bottle as she took another drink of the liquid before setting it on the floor, her now-free hand wrapped around Kenji’s throat, drawing a moan that ran straight to my balls. The devil was a woman with glacial eyes that glowed under the dim light. Dangerously persuasive and violently sexual. She dared me to look away as she trickled clear liquid into Kenji’s mouth.

“Holy shit. I can’t wait to yell your name when we fuck, baby.” Kenji’s comment distracted her from me, bringing about a sense of loss.

Her grip tightened as she licked away the droplets that had missed his mouth. “What if my hand is so tight around your throat there’s not enough air to yell?” she asked, sounding sinister as she increased the pressure. The inhale he took told me she’d been choking him.

“Baby, I’d thank you for death by your hands.” Lust clung to Kenji’s words.

An arrogant chuckle came from where Maxim sat next to me. This whole act of seduction was supposed to be for him, but at some point, it had become a treat for us. I hadn’t bothered looking to see if he was watching. I didn’t want to ruin the moment with the blinding rage I knew I’d feel if I saw that fucker with a hard-on.

She appeared at my side, and I took my time trailing my eyes up her body.

We studied one another for a beat. Her eyes were so haunting you couldn’t help but fall into their icy depths, welcoming the suffocation from her attention.

I didn’t give her a verbal response. Instead, I settled into my chair, tilting my head back with parted lips as an open invitation. My eyes fluttered shut as her fingers dragged along my arm as she came to stand behind me. Warm breath hit the shell of my ear, making my balls jump.

“I’m going to greatly enjoy this,” she whispered, roughly nipping at my lobe.

The burning taste of tequila hit my tongue, and her hands trailed down my chest before caressing my thighs. I nearly choked when her hand squeezed my cock. I needed more of her.

“You’re quite generous with your wife there, Caleb. Does she service your guests too?” His question charged the air, tainting the moment. Scar stiffened, a slight tremor running through her body.

Her throat bobbed as she swallowed, waiting for my answer.

“Of course. It’s not like I married her because I care for her,” I commented, swiveling my head to watch Maxim’s greedy gaze consume her as if she were nothing but a piece of meat. The words felt like ash on my tongue when I looked back at her. Pain lurched in her eyes, my words cutting her deep and drawing out buried emotions.

I curled my fists to resist smoothing her worries and kissing away the pain, reassuring her that the words I’d said for Maxim’s benefit were nothing but lies. She’d clawed her way into my heart, ripping away the safety net I’d kept around it, and she’d demanded I acknowledge the powerful connection we had.

We all had.

The sultry sway to her hips was gone as she walked toward Maxim, replaced with the lethal strut of a woman stalking down her prey. “Close your eyes, Mr. Petrov,” she instructed.

My heart beat faster, roaring in my ears, when he yanked her onto his lap, practically crashing their bodies together. She wasn’t quick enough to hide the look of disgust that flashed across her face as his hands wrapped around her waist and slammed her onto his crotch.

“I want you here in my lap so you can feel the cock your husband is going to let fuck you.”

Violent rage roared in my veins when he looked over with a cocky smile. She’d better act fast, or I’d say fuck the plan and beat his skull in with my bare fists. I’d relish the feel of hot blood coating my skin as the life drained from his eyes.

“Eyes closed, Maxim,” she bit out, her words losing the sweet facade she’d held all night. She gripped his jaw so tight it must have hurt, but Maxim liked her attempt at aggression. Well, he thought it was an attempt. All worry leeched from my body when his lids fluttered closed, and a violent smile bloomed on Scar’s face.

The pale flesh of his throat was exposed when she forced his head back. His Adam’s apple bobbed when she leaned in to whisper in his ear.

“We’re going to have so much fun,” she said, pulling a blade from her waistband and sliding it across his throat. Blood spurted from the wound, coating her hands and chest. His eyes flew open in shock.

“You’ll regret this,” he choked out as his throat continued to gurgle, his ashen skin a stark contrast to her tanned flesh.