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“I just wanted him to know—”
“That I’m yours, and you’re mine,” he answered. He sucked my nipple, the nip of his teeth making my back arch, trying to get closer to him. He groaned. He pulled down my pants and underwear, letting them fall to the floor with the rest of the papers and buttons. “Even when you’re not in my arms, you know that you belong to me.”
He pulled out his cock, rubbing it in his hands as he stared down at me, his eyes glassy, as if in a trance. As if there was nothing in this world that could take him away from this moment. He wanted to fuck me, and Wil, a self-proclaimed criminal god, got what he wanted. I understood that now, and I wasn’t afraid.
He pulled my ankles until my ass rested at the edge of the desk. Then he rubbed the head of his cock between my pussy lips, wetting it with my arousal. Then he eased himself inside.
“And you’re ready for me,” he grinned. A blush crossed my face. “Always ready for me.” I couldn’t help it. There was an undeniable urge inside of me to give in to whatever urges he wanted. Even when it scared the hell out of me, fucking myself with a knife, it was still an escape from the agony of not knowing where my sister was, what had happened to my memories, why I clung to a male voice inside of me when I didn’t know who that voice belonged to. It was an escape to trust Wil. He thrust his hips hard, his cock hitting my cervix, a dull pain spreading across me; I grimaced. He held my hips, digging his fingers into my skin as if he was disciplining me. Punishing me for something I didn’t understand.
“This is mine,” he said. He thrust again. “You are mine, Ellie.”
But the pain wasn’t there anymore; it had been replaced by a glowing ember of desire, building in heat. He ran his thumb along my slit, using my moisture to rub my clit in circles. Passion gathered in my body, making me feel I might melt into the desk. And then I realized that this wasn’t a punishment at all. Everything inside of me was focused on Wil, on what he could do for me. He could give me my sister. He could give me the answers. And he could give me freedom from my own mind.
And for once, I could just be.
CHAPTER 11
Wil
Most of the papers had been picked up from my office floor, arranged into two giant piles that I hadn’t sorted through yet. Not that my office was usually pristine, but there was a method to the chaos, and that had clearly been disrupted. Any time I saw the evidence of the mess we had made, I smiled to myself. Derek caught me once and lifted a brow, but I offered no explanation. It was my secret.
He sat across from me, watching as I dialed Miles Muro’s number. On the third ring, he picked up.
“Wil Adler,” Muro said, his voice collected and raspy over the speakerphone. “So nice of you to finally call.”
The message had been received, then. “I’ve got Derek with me,” I said.
“We’re calling to check in about the first shipment,” Derek said. “Your men get back to you yet?”
“You mean the one you scrapped?” Muro’s jaw clicked through the speaker. I tapped my fingers on the desk. “Yeah. I know.”
Why did his response sound so dry? “You don’t care?” I asked.
“Now, now, Wilhelm. Those are my men.Of courseI care,” he paused. “But I like to keep things interesting, don’t you? Just because one of my men died due to a misunderstanding, doesn’t mean we can’t befriends.”
Friends? What was he getting at? I pressed on: “You sent us cocaine. Bad cocaine. I thought you were more of the heroin type?”
“That is just one of our many products,” he said. I lifted a brow at Derek, who mouthed ‘weapons.’ “I figured you could use it to bolster your own stock.”
“The agreement was heroin,” Derek said.
“Narcotics aren’t even my top product, nor is it my concern whether or not you like it. And honestly, those two chumps I sent?” He laughed. “Figured they would be lucky to get out. And either way,” he paused for effect, audibly sneering on the other end, “we’ll be selling in Sage City.”
“With cutbacks,” I said.
“We’ll beselling,” Muro repeated. I glanced at Derek, but he pressed his lips together, calculating a plan. “But unless you want to pay for ammunition or artillery, then I’ve got nothing to add right now.”
“You know what that means?” Derek asked.
“I do, and frankly, I don’t care. I’ve got too much to deal with to add the Adlers to the top of the list,” he scowled. “We can deal with this later.”
The line went dead. Derek sighed, then rubbed his hands over his face.
“What are you thinking?” I asked.
“Muro’s got something else going on,” he said. “Maybe he’s in over his head. But I’m sick of waiting around for him to strike. He hasn’t respected our family since day one.”
I was sick of it too. “Think we absorb his company? Like Gerard wants?”
