Page 69 of The Heiress

“Is your clit throbbing, Samantha?”

I hadn’t thought about my clit in ages, but now I forced my mind south and realized that it was indeed hot and swollen. “Yes.”

“Good.” He released one nipple and coasted his hand over my belly and between my legs. He placed his fingers outside my lips. “It’s time for you to come on my cock.” Then he lightly pinched. The sudden shock of pressure around my clit made me gasp and buck, taking him deeper inside me.

He pinched harder and began to stroke faster and deeper, his cock slamming into me, sending waves of pleasure out, but instead of finding release, they hit a wall. Pleasure exploded between my legs. I was being hammered from one end and pinched on the other with no escape.

I had no choice but to come apart. It was too much and not enough, so I yelled out, unable to keep quiet.

“Louder, Sam. No one else is here but us.” He thrust even faster and harder.

I came and came, my inner muscles squeezing his cock hard and then in patterns. Jace grabbed my shoulders and unleashed, bucking into me over and over, grunting with the effort until he roared with release.

I felt his orgasm and it spurred mine on for a few more soft undulations before we both went still. Then I laughed and sighed. “Oh hell yeah. Let’s do that again sometime.”

That got Jace laughing too. “Not too often. I don’t think I can take it.”

I squeezed my inner muscles and he moaned. “But worth it.”

He kissed my shoulder. “Very, very worth it.”

24

“What happens next?” I managed to get some sleep. It wasn’t great, but it was enough.

“What do you mean?”

“The Pythons. Will they try again? Will Devil’s Wrath retaliate? How does this work?” We were almost done getting dressed. Actually, Jace was done. I was still putting on makeup in an attempt to cover up the bags under my eyes.

It was a futile attempt.

Jace sat on the bed scrolling through messages on his phone. “They won’t try again. We kicked the shit out of them. They’re hurt and they’re down. If they’re smart they’ll stop trying to play with the big boys.”

I swept on some eyeshadow that helped brighten my eyes. “Are they a smaller club?”

Jace snorted. “They’re playing at being outlaws. They’re like what Devil’s Wrath was when we were kids. Mostly just a motorcycle club that occasionally played with the law. They keep trying to carve out a little piece of the pie for themselves. It hasn’t worked out for them yet. I’m not really sure why they keep trying.”

I gave myself a once over and decided it was as good as it was going to get, so I started dropping my makeup back into the bag. “So will you retaliate?”

“Maybe. We’ll discuss options later today. We’ve hit them pretty hard in the past and they’re still coming at us. It’s possible Todd and his crew will push hard for full retaliation.”

“And you?” I returned my makeup to my suitcase.

“Full retaliation gets a lot of attention. Could blow back on us pretty hard. I’ll do some research on finding other ways—financial ways—of getting them to back down.”

“And if Todd doesn’t agree—” My burner phone began vibrating on the dresser. “Dombrowski?”

Jace came over to stand beside me. “I don’t know who else it could be. Answer it.”

My finger hovered over the green button for several seconds while I took a calming breath. “Hello?”

“Samantha, it’s Dombrowski. We have...a situation.”

* * *

I satacross from two FBI agents at Jace’s house. Dombrowski called to let me know they’d be showing up. Word had reached “the Bureau” that I was alive and I needed to answer some questions. No one thought it was a good idea to meet at the clubhouse, so back to Calusa Key we went.

“Miss Rossi, your discovery has, quite frankly, brought us more questions, not less.” Special Agent Abram Suarez said.

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