“Is your pussy bare?” he said slowly, not like I was an idiot but like he was being very careful with what he said.
“No,” I answered quietly. He held out a hand but said nothing more, and I didn’t need the order out loud to know what he wanted. Sighing, I turned to face Angel and bent over, likely flashing the guys as I reached under my dress and pulled my lacy magenta panties off. Once I stepped out of them, I picked them up and stood, fixing my dress as I placed them in Keir’s outstretched hand. He looked pleased, and a sense of pride filled me until he spoke again.
“Now, fuck me while I deal with our client here,” he ordered quietly, but the ice in his tone told me this was my first test of the rules. Would I listen and obey like he wanted? A big part of me did not want to do this in front of a stranger, but the other part refused, just as staunchly, to disobey in front of someone. And I couldn’t lie, the order already had me turned on.
Keir was flexing his hold on me, but it was mo
re of a power play for his guest than anything. What I did next would set the tone for this new step back into a relationship with them. No one spoke, but all eyes were on me as I kicked off my heels and stalked forward, taking a deep breath before undoing Keir’s belt and pants and pulling out his cock. He looked at me, waiting, arms outstretched on the back of the couch like a king, expecting his subject to do as he’d ordered.
Somehow in all of this, I’d kept my glass in my hand, so I downed half and kept an ice cube in my mouth before falling to the floor in front of him. When I took his cock into my mouth, the ice pressed against him, a soft hiss escaping as he looked down at me. There was a promise for pain as his hand tightened in my hair to the point of tears, but I was too intent on dancing across the rules.
He stopped caring about the cold as I hollowed my cheeks, giving him what he wanted despite the sting of the quickly melting ice cube. When he started to tense and I knew he was close, I stopped abruptly and stood. Not making eye contact, I went back for my drink and emptied it quickly, unbothered by the burn. I set it on the table before straddling Keir’s lap. After lining his thick cock up at my entrance, I sank down slowly. The lack of foreplay didn’t make it easy, so I stopped trying to take him as Ky watched me out of the corner of his eye. I was a sucker for his smooth dominance, so I used it, twisting this into my own little show. Without asking Keir’s permission, I reached out and grasped Ky’s tie, dragging him to me and locking our mouths together. Of course, since we had an audience, I gave him a show, putting everything I had into the kiss. The distraction was exactly what I needed, easily sinking down with my next movement.
Glancing to the other side, I saw Killian shifting uncomfortably in his seat and smiled, beckoning him our way. He slid in closer to his brother, and I brought him to me too, staking my claim on my men as much as they were claiming me.
“Now, tell me why we should work with your team?” Keir prompted Angel as I started to move more, my hips rocking over his dick and hands settling on his shoulders to brace myself. I could feel the others’ eyes on me as I gave Keir my attention, but I didn’t look away, studying the Boss as he got into character, the slight change to his breathing the only sign he was having sex at that moment.
“Oh, uh,” Angel stuttered out, his voice strained. I couldn’t stop myself from glancing behind me to see him looking anywhere but at us. A sharp smack to my ass from Kyrell put me back on task, jumping at the prompt to give Keir my attention again. I picked up the pace, lifting my body and dropping back down, alternating my speed, pleasure rolling through me each time I rocked over him.
“I’m going to need more than that,” Keir said, urging Angel to keep going. There was the barest hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth, likely getting more out of making his associate off-balance and uncomfortable than he was from me bouncing on his cock.
“Well, we have a hold on the city itself. We’ve managed to knock out all other competition for weapons, running our stuff from out of a warehouse near the docks,” he explained, stammering over his words which only made Keir’s grin deepen. “Privately owned and gives us good cover.”
“If you don’t make yourself come all over my dick before I end this meeting...” he warned, the unsaid punishment for me to worry over. Not even bothering to hide that smug grin, he started speaking louder to Angel over my shoulder. “And what are your current relations with the Lachs?”
When Keir flashed me a warning look a moment later, his attention just as focused on me as it was on Angel, I put everything I had into fucking him, riding him shamelessly and closing my eyes, letting myself live in the moment as I used him for my own release. Pleasure wound tight in my stomach before it started to consume me, my head falling back and my mouth falling open, moans mixing with the conversation I no longer followed. I ground against him as I neared, legs shaking, and then pure bliss hit as I found my release, my pussy pulsing around him as I came undone.
“Fuck,” Keir groaned quietly, barely more than a whisper. His hands rested on my hips as he bucked into me, chasing his own end and still somehow managing to negotiate his business deal. The man is clearly a fucking psycho, but I love it.
“And you have no intention of working with them? Because we don’t take kindly to traitors. The last one was carved up and sent back home in a body bag,” Keir warned, a shiver running through him. To those who didn’t know him, they might think it was a sign of just how gruesome the “gift” had been. I, for one, knew that it was pure arousal, his cock twitching inside me as he thought back to what he’d sent the Lachs.
“No, we wouldn’t betray you,” Angel confirmed.
“Good. Then we have a deal. Our men will contact you, just leave a card,” he finished. Without warning, his hands dug into my sides, his cum filling me as he sealed the deal.
“Yes, sir,” Angel said, dropping something then hurrying off, his body tense as he disappeared down the stairs.
“Well done, Princess,” Keir praised, forcing my face back to his before kissing me gently.
“Come on, Kitten. Let’s go back to our place,” Kyrell ordered, and I was more than happy to oblige, sliding off of Keir, who held up my panties and tucked them in his pocket. I tried to lunge for them, but he stepped back, looking smug as he swatted away my second attempt.
“No. I want you to feel us dripping out of you the whole way back,” he said, standing and leading us down the stairs, me sandwiched between the psychos I’d just agreed to let own me.
“Can we change the hours yet? It’s been weeks, and I’m no more of a morning person despite how hard you’re trying to make me into one,” Dani whined as we walked to work, but I only gave an amused chuckle. Even I was getting tired of the early mornings now that the guys kept me busy late into the night. We’d fallen into some form of a routine, which I didn’t entirely mind, but it did mess with my old one.
The worst part was that I was falling into their lives so easily. I felt more complete around them, and they still didn’t know the time limit I had. They’d be livid when they found out, but I didn’t want to ruin what we had right now. Priamos had always been known for being stubborn, and I was quickly finding out it was a trait I shared.
“Maybe,” I finally conceded, the closest I’d given her to changing anything about the store. She had really good ideas for it, but I just couldn’t see investing time and money into something that wasn’t permanent.
“Fuck, look out!” Dani yelled, tackling me to the ground just as a gunshot cracked in the early morning air. We were both up and running within a second, pulling out our guns and trying to find coverage.
“Alley on the left. It cuts into another, so run halfway and hang another left,” I hissed. I couldn’t afford to stop or look over to see if she’d understood; that split second could cost me my life, and I wasn’t willing to part with it just yet.
We’d just turned down the alley when another shot ricocheted off of the bricks to our right, barely missing Dani. Just as we dove down the alley, we both stopped and turned, guns raised and ready.
As each second passed, the tension rose. The shooter should have reached us by now. Dani spun on her heel to watch my back as I scanned the roofs and fire escapes overhead. Nothing. Not a sound or a hint that he was still following us.
“What the fuck?” I bit out, getting angry now that they’d fucked up our morning. “How did you spot them?” What the fuck is wrong with me? I should have spotted them!