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“Eyes on me. Now,” I say in a harsh voice that has her eyes flying open.

She looks conflicted and pleasure-drunk. Like she doesn’t know which way is up or what to do next. I release my hold on her throat, shifting my stance and dropping to my knees in front of her. Her legs are still not spread, but they’ve parted slightly to make room for her new toy.

I pull it out of her, a thrill of pleasure running through me when she lets out a needy little whimper at the loss of it. Smirking to myself, I hold her eyes with mine as I raise it up to my mouth and suck on it, licking her juices clean off the handle. I can’t help but groan as the taste, that is so undeniably hers, spreads across my tongue. I want nothing more than to bury my face in her cunt and eat her until the sun comes up, but she has to beg me. No claiming she didn’t want it, that she didn’t have a choice. She’s going to beg for me to eat and fuck her pussy, and then I’ll happily do so until the end of time.

“Do you want it? You want it back in you?” I ask, smirking when I look down and see that my hand is bleeding from where I was holding the blade.

“Look what you do to me,” I say as I hold my hand up for her to see. “Look what your pleasure costs me, angel.”

“I-I’m sorry,” she says shakily.

“Shh, don’t be,” I say as I run my hand up and down her thigh soothingly, pride sparking inside my chest when I see my blood smeared across her perfect porcelain skin. “Give meyour words, baby. Tell me you want me, that you’re begging for me, and I’ll give you that little push over the edge I know you’re desperate for,” I say as I take the blade in my hand once more, pushing the handle of the knife just to her opening, only a half-ounce of pressure more, and it would be inside her again. The way she’s arching her back and wiggling her hips tells me she wants it too, badly.

To my irritation, though, she doesn’t speak. I wiggle the blade side to side, teasing her more as her eyes roll into the back of her head and a small leak of wetness coats the handle. Her pussy is practically crying out in agony, desperate for any kind of attention.

“C’mon, angel. Let me hear your pretty little lips beg for me,” I say again, hoping she’ll finally comply.

Her eyes come to me, her hips still wiggling as they seek relief when she speaks.

“I’m with Dom. I only want Dom.”

Fury blinds me as I rip the knife away and bury it in the couch beside her. I stand up without another word, grabbing my keys off the table and leaving the apartment. The door shuts with a bang so hard it shakes the entire wall. My feet move quickly from the elevator down to my bike. It’s barely even started before I’m racing through the night as anger, bitterness, and a little bit of hurt all boil underneath my skin.

The buzzing of my phone vibrates in my pocket, but I ignore it because honestly, it’s only going to be two people, Dominic or Maxim, and I don’t want to speak to either of them. So instead, I focus on the road in front of me, driving as fast as I can in anattempt to outrun the overwhelming urge to kill my brother and my angel before taking my own life. I’m nothing without her, and if she won’t have me, she won’t have anyone.

Chapter Twenty-Six

DOMINIC

“You’re sure you’ve gone over everything?” I ask Jarod for the third time.

“Yes, triple sure. Whoever it was, they were definitely overseas, looks to be Russia.”

My gut tightens at that. I know one person in Russia that I don’t want watching the street cameras surrounding my apartment, and there isn’t a doubt in my mind that out of over seven billion people in the world, it’s him.

I nod at that. “Lock it down. I want todouble the eyes on these streets until you can figure out how to block them out completely. If the DOT finds out, our asses are on the chopping block.”

Jarod, my operations manager and little prodigy, nods seriously as he begins typing away. I have a small team that runs the security company for me. Mainly because I don’t trust easily. It would be one thing if we were actually doing what Jarod and our three other employees thought we were doing: providing cyber security for high-profile clients like the DOT, investment bankers, and such. It’s even more important for covering up Zayden’s reckless behavior, and now, keeping Blake safe.

I’m texting the other guys to apprise them of the situation when an unknown number begins calling me. Dread sinks into my stomach as I step out of the room to answer.

“Hello?”

“Finally, a Graves who knows how to answer the phone.” Maxim’s thick accent echoes through the phone.

“Maxim,” I say curtly.

“Dominic. It’s been quite some time. You don’t stay in touch with friends?”

“Are we friends?” I ask dubiously as I move over to a free computer, logging into it before pulling up the phone tracking software.

“More so, we’re family,moy mal’chik.”

I let out a short, dry chuckle at that as my fingers fly over the keyboard.

“No sense in tracing, why not just ask me where I am?” hesays.

My hands still as I stand up and look around the office.

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