Page 15 of The Fixer

“You motherfucker,” Einri barked as he leaped, but Raithe was quicker. He seized Einri, whirled him around, and pinned him to the wall with one fist. The other hand produced a gun, which he aimed right at Einri’s forehead. “Do it, bastard. End me,” Einri spat between clenched teeth.

“Stop this, now!” I exclaimed, dismayed by how the entire scene escalated so swiftly. “Please?” I whispered, setting a trembling palm on Raithe’s chest. “Raithe, stop.”

“Yeah, Raithe. Stop,” Einri prodded with a deranged expression.

“Shut up, Einri,” I whirred with fear coiling around my throat. “Raithe, he’s my family. Don’t do this,” I stammered through trembling lips. Raithe tore the gun from Einri’s skull and pushed it into the holster at his waistline.

Swinging toward me, he cupped the back of my collar, jerking me against his mouth to claim me in a hard, possessive kiss. His lips were ruthless, destroying all the determination I had to resist his touch. Raithe set my soul on fire and threatened to leave me in a mass of melted lust. His tongue seized mine, fighting for sovereignty as he subdued my senses, sensibility, and rational thoughts. Controlling the kiss, he cradled my skull with one palm, slipping the other around my back to run his hand against the naked skin left displayed. An animalistic growl escaped his lungs as he backed off, looking down at me with a possessive expression of ownership.

My palm crashed against his cheek loudly. Instead of being incensed as I should’ve been, I launched myself against his body, claiming his mouth like a demanding bitch in heat. Raithe chuckled wickedly against my mouth and grabbed my ass with one hand, squeezing it with approval. My fingers thrust through his hair, fisting it to hold him against my mouth as he ravaged me once more. A needy whimper vibrated deep in my chest and gradually worked its way to my lips, only to be swallowed by his brutal mouth.

Raithe’s lips fired a lick of electricity through my veins, kindling something within me I’d never tasted before. The moment he retreated from the earth-shattering kiss, my air quit my lungs in small, needy pants. His liquor-scented breath whispered over my lips while shooting an intense pulse to start resonating between my thighs.

Raithe surrendered a hiss of air, a sound that was half pain, half pleasure. His pupils were blown and fixated entirely on me. The raw power of my attraction to this prick left me confused and stumbling as to why it was so hard to reject the magnetic pull I had to him. I’d never surrendered composure or kissed a client. I’d lusted after many of them before, but I was a professional. Then the moment Raithe’s lips hit mine, I gave up all equanimity and dignity.

“Wow.” Penelope sighed with awe.

Ana hummed her agreement before she declared. “Damn. I think I got wet from that kiss.”

“Chevy,” Rory groaned as she put a reassuring palm on my shoulder.

Neglecting them all, I declined to turn away from the look simmering in Raithe’s azure-blue stare. It assured me of anguish, pleasure, and release without a sound whispered. Rough, wild need swept between us with a carnal thirst, throbbing tangible in the air, jerking us together by an invisible string. His touch awakened a spark of desire, aching to be soothed by him, and only him alone. It blotted out all reason and self-preservation I’d counted on to survive. Under that was a savage longing and animalistic hunger to have this bastard. He was all man—violent, powerful, pure virility that would unleash against my smooth, feminine flesh. I coveted what he was offering, and screw the repercussions.

Raithe’s lips twisted into a knowing, smug grin as he noticed me yielding to the war within my mind. Turning his dark head, he bowed it marginally before focusing on Einri. “That’s how you treat a woman and make her covet being beneath you, pup.” Then he planted his fingers beneath my chin, urging my eyes toward where Einri stood, scowling murderously at us. “You see her pretty blue eyes? Notice how dilated her pupils are when she peers at me? Her full, pretty, pouty lips parting as they crave to be filled, don’t they, Elle? Her spine is curved, which forces those full, sumptuous breasts to draw more attention. Right now, between her satin thighs, that lovely manicured pussy’s wet for me. It craves to be filled and screwed fast and hard. A woman who carries as much influence as Elle does need it ripped away so she doesn’t have to think. She spends her days and nights in absolute domination of everything and everyone around her. Elle requires a true man who can restrain her thoughts and cause her body to sing with gratification. That isn’t you. It’s me, and I plan to claim her directly,” Raithe spoke firmly with confidence as his grip released me, and I blinked as his comments registered.

“How about no? How about we get to business and you two stop swinging and measuring dicks?” I growled with Raithe’s comments reiterating in my skull. “This debate about what I require isover. I don’t need either of you acting like blockheads while thumping against your chests to prove who has the bigger dick. I demand you both behave and sit the fuck down.” I snatched my control back, spinning on my heel and strolling over to the bar with refreshments spread out on it. Seizing the scotch, I poured two fingers before tilting it back and hissing at the burn. “My pussy is off-limits to both of you. Understand? I am not screwing either of you. Now, the assignment. Raithe Dravyn aspires to be the President of the United States.”

The entire team went silent. I’d figured they’d do so, which was why I’d hacked the bandage off quickly. Glancing at each one of them, I felt my heart sinking at the horrified looks on their faces.

“You’re joking, right?” Penelope asked with a smile on her lips. “Seriously, girl. I thought you were actually serious for a moment.”

“Sheisserious,” Rory stated with a troubled look on her delicate features, as she glanced to each of the team members before shaking her head. “You’ve brought us a lot of crazy shit before, but this? This isn’t possible. He’s Raithe Dravyn, Chevy. You are the one who forbid us from ever going against him. You told us we steer clear of him and refuse any case pertaining to or might possibly involve him. Those were your rules. Now, you want us to do what exactly? Make him the next President of the United States? Turn the villain and mob boss of the syndicate of psychopaths, into the most powerful man in the world?” she clarified carefully as if I were slow in the head department. At my nod, she laughed condescendingly. “Are you insane? You want to make him the most powerful man in the world, Chevelle.”

“I do,” I agreed without showing the dread I felt as she spelled out what I intended to do for Raithe. There wasn’t a question if I would change my mind. He held the people I loved on a leash, and with one stroke of his finger, they’d be gone forever.

“We’re going to need a moment to vote,” she stated softly, her eyes watering as I nodded.

“Let’s vote then,” I conceded.

“Not with you, Chevy. You’re biased,” she muttered while fidgeting with the folds of her shirt.

“Oh,” I said with panic humming through me. “Just like Jessie James, huh? Going rogue?” I inquired with my heart in my throat, pounding a million beats per second. Her eyes narrowed as her head tipped, but she concealed the shock. The entire group understood the code word for forced employment. “Best get on with it, Rory. Big Brother doesn’t wait for no one.”

My heartbeat was dangerously approaching stroke-level as I took in their faces. They’d caught the code words I’d put in place for the offices being bugged, along with the one for being coerced to take on a client by threat or force. Not a single face held panic or fear, and for that, I was thankful. Swallowing the growing panic, I watched them ask Raithe for a place to secure the vote. After he’d pointed out a soundproofed room, I leaned against a table as they strolled in and then turned, staring at me as they closed the door.

“They seem rather vexed at your decision of cases,” Raithe expressed as he perched on the table beside me. I took in the labyrinthine of ink dressing his forearms and tried not to scream at him that it wasn’t my choice to be here at all. It was colored ink, with both Scandinavian and Romanian scrawl, which was worked in around runes and black ravens. I’d never craved to taste ink before, but I needed to track the ink on his wide, muscular chest all the way down to his tapered V-line, and lower to his large, thick cock.

Grunting at the picture of myself on my knees, gagging on his monumental dick screwing my face, I pushed my focus back toward the group presently arguing in the soundproof room. The pulse of need he’d created with solely a kiss was unreal and perplexing. I’d never been so bold or outlandishly foolish.Never.I was guarded by barricades and armor. I was a fucking warrior in the ring of Spartan men who got off on hurting the weak. Yet, the moment Raithe’s eyes held mine, I was stripped of the armor and yanked out from behind the walls I’d spent most of my life building.

“You brought them here by force and have forced my hands behind my back. This isn’t a case we’d take on, and they’re not stupid. They know something is wrong. If you weren’t holding my family at gunpoint, I would be walking out of here with them.”

He snickered coldly as he shoved the table and settled in front of me. His frame hindered the view of the door, forcing my awareness to his face. Leaning forward, he caged me in with his thick arms, and the tempting spice of raw masculinity, aged bourbon, and bergamot from his aftershave struck my senses like a battering ram.

His tone was a purr of whiskey-soaked sex as he spoke in a tone fortified with carnality. “You and that kid? It’s over, Elle. I don’t care what you shared with him in the past. Leave it in the past, or I’ll have to punish you.” My abdomen tightened even as my nipples pebbled to achy, solid tips. “He’s posturing, but I won’t continue to participate in his pointless game. I’ll end him, and you’ll be bent over, stretched around my cock when I do so. Afterward, I’ll make sure to fuck you on his corpse as your pussy gushes all over my dick.”

“You’re sick,” I whirred through trembling lips while resisting the tears swimming in my vision. “Keep your hands off me, Raithe. I don’t know what it is you’re doing to me, but I don’t like it at all. I don’t like you. Men like you think you’re gods, but you’re not. I take bastards like you down before brunch, and I do it very well.”

He laughed devilishly as he lowered his mouth to the contour of my throat. An uncontrolled shiver flittered through me as his tongue snaked out, trailing over the thundering vein supplying blood to my brain. My breathing hitched as something sharp scraped over my skin. My pussy swelled as it clenched at the emptiness, seeking to have something more to grasp around. A sensual flush advanced over my chest, throat, and face as every tendon in my body strained with wanton need.

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