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“Fuck.” The harsh word was almost screamed. Lights flashed in front of my eyes and I bucked hard against the couch. Yet as he dropped his head, pressing kisses against my neck, I was immediately pulled into a wave of desire. The slight pain began to subside, but the raw sensitivity remained.

I was floating on air as he thrust the remainder of his cock inside. Together, we moaned and he folded his arms around me, placing both hands on mine. As he fucked me, he intertwined our fingers. I dug my nails into his palms as we rocked together, his face buried in my neck.

Being this close was incredible and I was able to feel the hard thudding of his heart against my back. I’d never felt so filled, so alive. As our bodies molded together, another moment of true bliss wrapped around me like a soft blanket.

The closeness, the connection, and the way I remained in a dream state shoved aside my worries. Maybe I shouldn’t want this, but there was nothing I could do about it. He’d already captured my body. I smiled, leaning my head against his shoulder, squeezing my muscles until his body tensed.

Yes, I could still be a tease even if he had full control.

When he erupted deep inside, I pressed my body against his.

Together, we were pure magic.

CHAPTER 14

Havros

Business.

It always took precedence. I couldn’t remember the last vacation I’d been on. Meetings in Paris and Milan didn’t count. I’d been on a plane or in a meeting the entire time, barely allowing myself time for dinner. Maybe it was time to get away.

Or perhaps the mundane act of elimination was leaving a bad taste in my mouth. The need for revenge was felt by every Nomikos family member, but it was time to let sleeping dogs lie.

Or in this case, allow the bastards to live. Eventually our actions could cause serious consequences. If I tried telling Dimitrios anything of that nature, he’d bite my head off. I chuckled softly to myself as I sat back in the leather seat. Another thing that was getting on my nerves was being driven like some prince. I preferred handling one of my three vehicles I owned the way I saw fit.

Maybe I’d treat myself and purchase an American-made Harley. I bet that would entice the little journalist. I continued scrolling another article I’d found under her name, finding myself smiling with pride. It was an early attempt to pen a stark account of activities in the Mexican Cartel. I was surprised her editor had allowed the article to be released. Many journalists had suddenly disappeared after writing a scathing and apparently inside look at the organization.

However, I couldn’t deny that Kara knew her shit. That was why I needed to be more careful what information I provided. Even though she could be implicit, her way with words easily led readers to understand the truth between the lines.

Brilliant.

Beautiful.

Beguiling.

Eventually, she’d get herself killed.

Not on my watch.

“Why are we doing this in the morning?” Jonas asked as he climbed into the front seat of the SUV. “We could do this shit at night.”

Tobias was driving, the younger man still green around the edges, but with Jonas as his mentor, he would make a damn good security man one day. Or perhaps I should say killing machine.

That’s the way I felt now, not that I objected to handling the business required. Leandro’s death had nearly pulled our mother into a depression she’d been unable to get out of. At least with Willow coming into the family, she’d provided supportduring a time when the male members of the Nomikos family were actively hunting.

“Stop complaining. It’s a beautiful day,” Tobias barked at him.

I checked my emails, only half listening as they bantered.

“I haven’t had my fucking coffee yet,” Jonas growled. “I can’t function without coffee.”

“Then you were smart to bring a cup with you.” Tobias headed out, his eyes peering at me from the rearview mirror.

I was absorbed in trying to determine why I’d become so attracted to Kara. Yes, she was a stunning woman, but there had to be more to the reason I’d allowed my guard to fall around her. While I hadn’t spouted off any trade secrets or indulged the woman in her desire to learn more about the darker side of our business, I’d sensed from the beginning she would continue to dig until she found something scathing.

The link she’d been sent of Theo’s television show had obviously fueled her need for truth. Her direct questions had irritated the hell out of me, but thankfully, I’d managed to keep some sense of control.

One way.

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