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“You do,” I cry out. My voice cracks when his palm lands on my already sore ass, the sting spreading through me, making my toes curl.

“And who owns this pussy?” he growls, his palm landing on my clit in a stinging spank that nearly sends my soul catapulting out of my body.

“Y-you... A-Alessio,” I sob, grabbing his neck for support. My knees are ready to buckle, and whatever control I had left is officially scattered in the wind.

His fingers tap my clit again, light and teasing, he enjoys seeing me dangle on the edge. The spark in my belly turns into a full-blown inferno. “And who owns every drop of come this pussy spills?”

“You,” I breathe out, bucking my hips against his, meeting his rhythm. I’m coming undone, and I feel feral and fully unhinged. My body is on fire, and he’s the only one holding the extinguisher—and, knowing him, he’ll let me burn for fun.

“Damn fucking right,” he growls, tapping my pussy one more time. “Now be a good girl and come for me. Show me how bad your pussy weeps for my cock to stretch it out and fuck you hard”

It’s like my body’s wired to obey him. The second the words leave his lips, pleasure detonates. A scream tears from my throat, and I shatter around him, my walls squeezing him so tight I feel him twitch inside me.

A filthy curse escapes his lips as he pulls out just in time, spilling hot and thick over my ass, dripping downmy crack. My body collapses onto the desk, every muscle boneless and wrecked. My brain is fried, I’m in a full-on dick coma.

The silent room is filled with our heavy breaths until a chuckle rumbles from him, cocky as ever. “Still feeling mouthy,Sirena?”

I glance back at him, smirking even though I know I’m playing with fire. My voice comes out hoarse but teasing. “Depends... got another round in you to shut me up?”

His eyes darken instantly, that dangerous look making my already wobbly knees even weaker.

Yeah, I’m definitely not walking out of here anytime soon.

27

Alessio

I glance at the sleepingSirenabeside me, my eyes lingering longer than they should. Her wild mess of red curls is sprawled across the pillow and half over me. She’s fucking beautiful, even like this—especially like this. The only time she isn’t fighting me on something is when she’s asleep or when I’ve got her under me, moaning my name.

I should’ve snuck out by now, but I don’t move. Every night, it gets harder to leave. So, I stay. Just a little longer each time. At first, I thought one fuck would be enough to get her out of my system and move the hell on. But now, I’m drawn to her like a fucking magnet. No matter how much I try to stay away, I end up buried in her almost every night.

Olivia’s become my favorite stress-reliever after a long day of bullshit and business. She’s also the only person who makes me want to throttle her and fuck her atthe same time. She’s not afraid to call me out, and as much as it pisses me off, it’s addictive.

My phone vibrates on the nightstand. I drag my hand away from her soft skin and grab it without making a sound.

Alonzo.

I sent the prick to Chicago for intel on Liv’s apartment almost five weeks ago. He tore the place apart the first night and found nothing I didn’t already know. But I kept him there longer than necessary. I needed him gone. I wanted him dead for putting his hands on Olivia. She talked me out of it, but it still doesn’t sit right with me, even if I’ve known the fucker since I was twelve.

Antonio’s been busy with family shit, his daughter-in-law is pregnant with his first grandkid. It’s a perfect distraction. I told him Alonzo could handle his errands and other various shit he needs. The old lady Liv had been poisoning for weeks isn’t looking too good. Keeping Alonzo there works in my favor with eyes on her in case shit goes south.

Alonzo:Hey Boss, I found her computer. Don Morelli’s working on getting into it.

Seb already mentioned this earlier when he called. A computer was found in a supply room at Elli Enterprises. Nothing on it directly points to Liv, but it’s not exactlynormal to find a laptop shoved in a broom closet.Probably why it took so long to find it, no one thought to check there.

Given Olivia’s past at Elli’s, it’s assumed to be hers. But the computer’s been wiped clean. So, either mySirenaknows how to cover her tracks a little too well, or maybe it wasn’t hers to begin with. Seb’s running tests to recover anything, but so far, no luck.

Me:Good work. I’ll follow up with him in the morning.

Another text pops up almost immediately.

Alonzo:And one more thing, the old lady’s dead.

My muscles are tense, and my fingers start curling into fists.

Fuck. Antonio. That asshole’s been unpredictable lately, and this sure as hell isn’t going to help.

Before I can respond, another message comes through.

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