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We’d suffer the aftermath of fucking on the carpet, but I couldn’t give a shit, and she seemed to care just as little. Her hips rose with the rhythm of my thrusts as I hammered into her.

“Harder. I need it harder,” Avra demanded. “I’m nearly there again.”

The sounds of undisguised, wet, untamed sex rang out around us.

And I thought of my men or the staff hearing us for the smallest moment. But the thought evaporated as Avra’s pussy quivered around me, making my pace falter.

My body buzzed from the intensity of being inside her, and my muscles shook from holding back my release. I rolled my pelvis, making sure to hit her in that spot she loved so fucking much.

“Oh, Christ,” she whimpered. “Do it again, please.”

I couldn’t help but smile at the possessiveness I felt for her. She only ever begged for me.

Her muscles clenched, and my balls drew up, telling me I wouldn’t last much longer.

“You,” I gritted out and thrust deep. “Are.” My fingers bit into her hips as I speared into her harder and harder. “Mine.”

“Yes,” she cried out, her back bowing as she plummeted into another orgasm.

She gripped me so tight I could barely move, and therewas no longer any hope of holding back. I came hard, spurting hot streams of cum deep inside her and letting her milk every drop from me.

This was my wife, my whore, my partner in destruction.

She was my family.

If anyone touched a hair on her head, death would be the easiest thing they endured.

Eighteen

Elias

“Everything is prepared as you requested,” one of my men informed me as we stood in this tasting warehouse for one of the wineries originally under the Vitalis umbrella but now a Xenos winery.

“Make sure to keep an eye on everyone. I don’t trust a single soul here, or Ozias.”

After that meeting with my father, we hadn’t spoken a word. All of our communications came by email or through our men. On the business side of things, all remained normal. However, Ozias had been visiting our territories in the south, where we held most of our weapons trade stock.

“Reports say he’s moved to the southern border linealong the Evros River, near Turkey, and plans to meet with some contacts.”

I clenched my teeth. “Send word to the Italians. Inform them the deal is off if they meet with anyone but me.”

The lieutenant’s eyes widened. “But you’ve worked on this for nearly two years.”

“With Ozias in the mix, it will go down the shithole anyway. If I set the rules, they know I am the one with power and don’t like interference. Even from within our organization.”

He nodded. “I’ll take care of it.”

He left, and I focused on the men sitting at the large gathering table in the center of the tasting room.

Cristo Caras, Morisi Bella, Pello Korba.

Fuckers had no idea what was in store for them. I’d let them enjoy my hospitality for now.

Cristo had been the first to reply to my invitation last week for an evening of dinner, wine, and discussions. Then, shortly after, Morisi and Pello agreed to join me. My father’s oldest friends loved a good gathering, and visiting one of the most profitable businesses the Xenos family ran was an opportunity they couldn’t pass up.

Contrary to Avra's earlier assumptions, I maintained only social pleasantries with anyone connected to Ozias, held no friendships with them, and always exercised caution regarding the complexities of his private ventures. The Xenos enterprises I managed and the one Ozias believed he was in charge of were entirely separate entities.

It was crucial to tread carefully with the three at the table.I had grown up around them and understood the games they liked to play and the true extent of their loyalty.

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