Mistress to a Monster

He closed his cell phone and looked toward Milah.

Damon had closed down Antonio’s drug connections. He’d arranged deals himself, so most of the product was being run through De Luca hands. Antonio’s situation was desperate. Would he be stupid enough to try to sell cheap drugs that ran the risk of killing his own clients?

“What is it?” Milah asked.

“It’s nothing.” He put his hand on Milah’s knee.

The drugs were a problem for another time. It wouldn’t take much to find the fucker who was dealing with Russo.

What he didn’t want was for a bad batch to get mixed up in De Luca’s brands. Shit that killed was bad for business. Was that what Russo hoped for? To fuck with his business even as he struggling to hold himself together?

He wouldn’t put it past Russo to do that. Or was this just desperation? Genius would have the answers for him soon enough. Genius had already told him he might have some news, and he wanted it and hoped it was what he was looking for.

The drive to the hotel didn’t take too long. The woman at the reception desk gave him a warm welcome, which he ignored.

Going straight to the elevator, he reached out to put a hand on Milah’s hip, to pull her close. She was tight within his embrace, but he didn’t let her go.

As he stared at their reflections, he noticed how her tits pressed against the confines of the dress. They looked ready to spill out. His dick began to harden as he thought about having her completely naked and at his mercy again.

She had a body made for sin. And he wanted to show her every little piece of it.

Would she be a good little student?

The elevator opened, and he took the lead, going to his room. He pulled out the card, but James moved in first.

“We don’t want to take any chances in Russo territory,” James said.

Damon agreed, but Milah snorted. She tried to pull out of his arms.

“Now what is the problem with you, my little wildcat?” Damon asked.

“Are you just trying to mock me? I saw it. You don’t have to rub it in.”

“Rub what in?”

“My father is powerless. He would never go anywhere unless he had at least ten men at his disposal. I counted, three, four at best.” She snorted again. “Trust me, he doesn’t have the firepower to deal with you all.”

This made him chuckle. “Are you disappointed?”

“I’m nothing.”

He ran his hands down to her ass, drawing her close. “You’re not nothing, baby,” he said.

She tried to wriggle out of his hold, but he wasn’t going to let her go that easily.

“Leave!”

His men didn’t need further instruction. They all left, quickly, and he was alone with Milah.

“Is that all you have to do? Give one-word grunts like a damn neanderthal?” she asked.

He chuckled. “No, I usually have to give my boys respect, but they know who I am dealing with.”

Damon bent down and picked her up. She screamed and he carried her through to the bedroom.

The hotel was luxury, and no matter where he stayed, he always liked to have only the very best.

After dropping her to the bed, he stepped back and removed his jacket.

“What are you doing?” Milah asked.

“I’m finishing what I started. Or do you just want to keep getting that pussy taken care of?”

Her cheeks were bright red.

With his jacket gone, he removed his shirt. He’d already dealt with his holster. No matter how far Russo had fallen, Damon didn’t intend to take any chances on the bastard.

He’d find a way to squirm free. Of that, Damon had no doubt. Antonio Russo was used to getting out of tight spots. The man was a master manipulator, and even though he’d broken him, he hadn’t shattered yet. But there would be time for it.

Damon pushed thoughts of Antonio Russo out of his mind. He didn’t want to be thinking of that cowardly bastard when he was balls deep in Milah’s pussy.

“I’m not sleeping with you,” Milah said.