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Because I’m a good leader.

A good man.

Everyone has been benefitting since I took over, more money, more deals, less war. But if someone is on the inside, sabotaging the operations to set me up, make it look likeIam the one fucking the others over. Then I have a real fucking problem.

Avoiding everyone still lingering, I head to the darkened end of the thirty-third floor, making my way towards the restroom that hopefully no one else is using. Palm splaying over the wooden door, eyes a little bleary, I pull in a sharp breath as a hand comes over my nose and mouth. A leather encased arm banding across my chest, cold lips pressing to my ear.

“Don’t scream,Lover.”

Chapter18

Charlie

Hand clamped over his mouth, I drag Kazimir backwards, away from the restroom. My booted feet silent on the carpet, his large body falls back into me, his feet unsteady. Using my elbow to push down on the door handle, I wrench him into the dark storeroom. Kicking the door shut and spinning us around to slam him face first into the wood.

The dark space is illuminated with an emergency exit light above the top of the door, luminous green splitting the darkness, shadowing us with a green glow.

Hips pinning his, his back heaving with breath beneath my chest, my hand planted on the door beside his head, the other gripping his chin, jerking his head over his shoulder. I lean into him, my lips brushing his, breath sailing through his flaring nostrils, blowing over my cheek.

“You’re a fucking idiot,” I whisper over his mouth.

Breathing him in deep, cigarettes, mint, leather, rich, heady birch, it has my eyes closing, nose twitching. I lick my lips, catching his own with the tip of my tongue. He groans softly at the contact, my hard dick pulsing where it digs into his arse through his trousers.

“I just saved you,” I whisper against his mouth, his tongue darting out to get a taste of me, but I pull back, just enough that he can’t reach me.

My hand on the door slides down, resting on the top of his head, fingers sliding into his warm brown hair, fisting at the root. I grind my pelvis into him, his body slowly melting against the wood of the door, like he’s falling into it.

“Say ‘thank you, Charlie,’” I chuckle, biting into his bottom lip, a low moan grunting from his throat. “Say it,” I hiss, biting him as hard as I can without breaking the skin. “Say it, filthy boy, or I’ll make you beg.” I smirk against his cheek, using my grip in his hair to knock his head into the door, once, twice, three times,thud, thud, thud. “You’re not going to?” I whisper, pouting my bottom lip, he groans, panting through his parted lips. “Say, ‘thank you for saving my pathetic arse, Master.’”

Kazimir tries to push back against me, rolling his hips, his hard cock probably painful where I pin him to the solid surface of the door.

Releasing my hold on his chin, I graze the back of my hand down his outer bicep, his forearm, and even through his suit jacket, I can feel his muscles tensing. I let my cold fingers ghost over the balled fist of his hand. Brushing over scarred knuckles.

His breathing gets harder, the rise and fall of his back knocking into my chest as my hand slips between our flush bodies, my back arching just enough for my hand to work its way between us. Hand gliding up his back, over his shirt, beneath his jacket. He sucks in a sharp breath as my hand lowers, a single finger teasing just along the waistband of his trousers. And then I tear out his gun, shove it beneath the hollow of his chin, using my fist in his hair to knock his head against the door once more, I nip his jaw.

“Say it,” my voice cracks with the hushed order, his warm breath blowing over my mouth, cigarettes, mint, vodka.

“Thank you for saving my pathetic arse,Master,”he finally spits, then it’s my turn to groan, tearing his head back, I lick up the side of his neck, press the muzzle of the gun firmer beneath his chin.

“Mmm, that’s right,” I hush, dragging my parted lips messily down the column of his throat. “See how good I can be to you, Kaz,” my mouth is wet, breath cool as I maul down his cheek, short stubble rough on my chin. “I’m going to fuck you now,” I whisper, biting savagely into the side of his throat, just beneath the corner of his jaw.

“No,” he croaks out, breathless and needy,pathetic.

“Yes,” I hiss, “Yes, I am, and you’re going to take it like the good little slut you are,” I grunt out, teeth sharp against his cheekbone. “Or I’m going to pull this trigger.”

Breath huffs heavily out of his nose, lips parted, his eyes squeeze shut as I release my fist in his hair, threading my hand between him and the door. I free his belt buckle, button, zipper, and then my fingers are pushing beneath the loose elastic of his boxers, finding hot, hard flesh in my palm, I grin. My teeth pressing against his erratic pulse point.

“Spread your legs,” I grunt in his ear, using my foot to kick his apart.

I press into his back further, working my teeth up and down the length of his neck, nipping at his hot skin, sucking on the lobe of his ear, nibbling on it between my teeth. I free my cock, letting it thump heavily against his bare arse cheek as I shove his clothes out of the way.

Gun still held to his chin, I lean back from him, just enough to get a good look at him, bare from the waist down, he trembles in anticipation, my mouth lifting into a cocky smirk as I palm my cock.

Lifting my hand up to his mouth, “Lick,” I instruct him, “get it nice and wet, Pretty Boy.” His tongue swipes out, licking up my palm, over each finger, his teeth biting into the pads of my palm. “See, you can take instruction on the first ask,” I laugh against his nape, my tongue dragging up his skin into his hairline. Demanding, “Spit,” just before my filed canines sink into the muscle of his shoulder.

Fabric fills my mouth, dry and full, making me want to gag, but I keep biting into him until he shudders.

Dropping my spit coated hand back to my throbbing cock, “Spread yourself open for me,” I whisper, my eyes on the firm, tanned globes of his arse.

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