Reese

I look over my shoulder at her and cock my brow.

“Shit. Sorry, carry on.”

Pulling out my fingers, which are wet from Vega’s ministrations at the bar, I hold them up so he can see them glisten in the light. He has no idea Vega didn’t fuck me, let alone come inside me.

He shakes his head again, pulling his hands, trying to break free, but it’s a wasted effort.

“Taste, learn to love it.” I paint his lips with my arousal, not risking putting my fingers in his mouth because I know he’ll try to bite me.

He clamps his mouth closed and shuts his eyes as he freaks out, making me grin.

“Hey, Sugar, you bring any toys with you? I know you don’t leave home without at least one dildo usually.”

“Well, obviously. I was a Girl Scout. I was taught to always be prepared.”

“Not sure they meant keeping sex toys in your four-thousand-dollar purse was what they had in mind, but whatever makes you happy.”

She opens her bag and pulls out a sleek black vibrator about eight inches in length.

I frown. “I was hoping for something a little girthier, especially given how big Roberto’s cock is, but this will warm him up at least. Shame we don’t have any lube, though.”

I pull my fingers from Mike’s lips and hold the dildo to them. Unable to help himself, he starts begging for a reprieve. As soon as he opens his mouth, I slide that motherfucker in and keep going until he gags.

I fuck his mouth with the dildo, and I’m not gentle about it. This man has messed with someone I care about, and to me, that’s unforgivable.

“Let’s get this nice and wet. Trust me, it will make everything easier. I’m not saying it won’t hurt because it will—like the dickens—but it’s better than going in dry.” I mock shudder as tears run down his face.

I pull it free from his mouth and let him gasp, choke, and splutter for a moment before pressing it to his lips again.

He screams, “Stop!”

I halt and give him a haughty look. “If you’re gonna speak, make sure you have something worth saying. Because if you’ve thrown off my groove for nothing, I won’t be happy.”

“I’m sorry. Tell me what I have to do, and I’ll do it. But please, just let me go,” he sobs.

I grip his hair once more and straddle his lap.

“You’re a liar and a thief, and you hurt someone I care about. Tell me why I should believe you.”

“Because I’m telling you the truth. I’ll tell you everything.”

I look at Sugar. She shrugs and goes back to filing her nails.

“Start at the beginning. Don’t leave anything out, and don’t lie because I’ll know if you do, and you really don’t want that.”

His body is shaking so much that it’s like sitting on a washing machine.

“I lost some money. They were cool about it to start with. They gave me more, so I had a chance of doubling it, but I lost that too.”

Fucking idiot.

“After that, they weren’t so cool. They wanted their money back plus interest. I don’t have that kind of money, which they knew.”

“So you thought if you could get your hands on the gym, you could sell it and pay these people back.”

“That’s just it. It was them who suggested the gym. Said they would take the ownership, title, and deeds and write the rest of my debt off.”

I look up as Sugar walks over with a frown on her face.