Page 83 of His Tesoro

We headed down to the office. My cock was already growing hard. This might be Sofiya’s training time, but my cock was so conditioned that I couldn’t ride the elevator without getting an erection.

“I think I’m getting the hang of this Mafia business. Maybe you should make me CEO,” Sofiya said, bouncing lightly on my cock.

“CEO of Mafia business?” I asked dryly.

“Yeah.” Sofiya clenched around my cock, and an involuntary grunt left my lips. I brought my hand up to collar her throat as my lips skated down the side of her face. “And what will I do if you’re CEO?”

“Hmm,” she said, drumming her fingers against the desk. “You can be my assistant. That way, you’ll have to obey me.”

My lips quirked at the reminder of her little rebellion at our wedding, followed by a tight feeling in my chest at the reminder of how the day was nothing like she deserved.

“Do you want a honeymoon?” I blurted out.

She twisted around, trying to see my face, but the movement caused both of us to moan at the change of position. Sofiya squirmed against me, trying to get some friction. It took everything in me to hold her hips firm. This was torture for both of us, but the feeling of having her completely at my mercy was too heady to give up so soon.

“Would you want to go on one… with me?”

I huffed. “I certainly don’t want to go with someone else.”

“Yeah,” she said, a soft smile playing on her lips. “I would like that.”

She had no idea how wrapped around her finger I was. The feeling was equally exhilarating and terrifying.

I went through more emails, savoring her little whimpers.

“Wait, stop,” she said abruptly. “What’s that?”

She pointed at the email I was reading, confirming my plan was underway.

“Hmm?” I said, feigning ignorance.

She turned to me, wearing a stern expression. “Why does this email say you’ve successfully seized Yuri Kozlov’s assets?”

I shrugged. “Just part of Mafia business.”

“It’s part of regular Mafia business to seize the assets of the man who took my virginity?”

My jaw clenched at the reminder that this man had been inside her, and I tightened my hold, trying to press even deeper inside her.

“Yes.” I cocked an eyebrow, daring her to protest.

She turned back to the email and read the rest. “You donated the money to a charity that provides mobility aids?”

I nuzzled into her neck, breathing in her sweetness. I’d wanted to do more. I’d toyed with having Kozlov killed, of going to Chicago and doing it myself. But killing him would jeopardize the alliance.

So I settled for anonymously taking his money.

His house.

Sending his wife evidence of his affair.

And if he’d happened to get mugged on the way home last night? Well, things happened in large cities all the time.

Sofiya remained silent and I wondered if I had upset her by my actions. Surely she didn’t care about Kozlov? Didn’t feel some sense of loyalty to him? Before my anger could build, Sofiya grasped my hand.

“Fuck me.”

“What?”

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