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I dig my fingers into the globes of his ass and he takes a sharp breath before plundering me like a man possessed. I guess he likes ass play. Well, that’s all he’s going to get. I’m not prepared for anything mo?—

“Holy shit!” I scream out.

“It’s called the shocker,” he says, burying his face in my breasts as his finger presses into my tight hole, the ring of muscle aflame from the pressure. “Good name for it, yeah?”

Shocker, indeed.

Sergio slows down his movement, fucking me with long, deep strokes as his finger drives into my ass.

Double the pleasure is a gross understatement.

Tingles in my groin morph into a full-fledged fireworks show in my core, blasts ricocheting and sparks flying. Heat floods my insides as the explosions rumble and roar, erupting from deep within my pussy and shooting out to every extremity.

My body seizes from the intense pleasure consuming every inch of me, sizzling my skin as well as every nerve ending in its path.

Oh my God…that finger…it’s like insta-orgasm!

I don’t hear myself scream. I think I’ve shattered my own eardrums.

All sounds are drowned out by the static fizzling between my ears.

So it takes me a second to fall back to Earth and into my current reality where there is a very tall, very hot, and extremely menacing man standing over us with a gun pointed at the back of Sergio’s head.

“What the fuck is going on here?” he roars in a deep, gravelly voice.

Sergio puts his hands behind his head, staring down at me. “He’s got a gun on me, yeah?”

I nod because I’m too startled to even speak.

This day.

Seriously.

Surreal as fucking hell.

CHAPTER18

SERGIO

Jaelyn’s eyes narrow after a few seconds. “Yeah, and why am Isonot surprised that some random person tracked you here to shoot you in the head?”

I raise my hands up. “This isn’t a break-in.” I sneak a look over my shoulder, my stomach dropping when I realize who’s standing over me.

While I’m naked and mid-fuck.

Alek Severinov, boss of a very lethal Russian bratva that is part of our family syndicate.

I swallow a groan.

Matteo finding me would be so much better.

He sees me and rolls his eyes, dropping his hand with the gun. “Jesus Christ…” he mutters.

“Look, Alek?—”

“No,” he says, holding up a hand. “Just stop right there. Fucking put yourself together and then get outside. I can’t focus when I’m staring at your ass.”

I smirk. “I know. I hear that a lot.”

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