Page 52 of Dangerous Command
“Kneel,” I said to Maddie. She bowed on her knees before me. I tapped the side of her chin with the end of my cigar, and obediently, she opened her mouth, her eyes cast on mine. I put the cigar on her teeth, then nodded. “Close your teeth,” I ordered. “Quickly.” She closed her mouth on it, eating the ash. Her eyelids flinching at the taste. Despite the undoubtedly disgusting flavor, she kept her expression relatively neutral. Like a good girl. Her legs quivered open.
When I turned back to the room, a few jaws were dropped, in awe of what she had done. She couldn’t have been the first human ashtray there, and yet, to see it so quickly must have been a delight.
“You too, boy,” one of the men said to his servant.
Soon, all of the servants were eating ash, and though I looked down my nose at Maddie, inside, my chest expanded, full of pride. I lifted my boot, placing it on her thigh, and she held the sole in her hands, waiting for instructions.
It was fun to watch her like that. Unsure of what to do. Ready to obey me.
I lifted my boot, waiting for her to figure it out. Her fingers twitched with anticipation, then she leaned down. Blushing almost as red as her lingerie, she licked my shoe, the leather tops, down the sides, until her tongue dragged dangerously close to the bottom of my boot. My cock surged with blood.
It felt good to treat her like this. Maddie was a goddess,mygoddess, a woman I wanted to worship and hide and fuck into the morning, and to see her reduced to my ashtray, kneeling on the ground beneath my feet—and the fact that she was still enjoying it, blushing, spreading her legs apart—that was pure glory. It took one hell of a woman to be able to do all of the terrible things I wanted to do to her, to endure it, and still fight for what she wanted. Maddie proved, above all else, that she was trusting my lead. Proving her loyalty to me.
“What else do they offer here?” I asked in an offhand voice. Bored. Disinterested in Maddie at my feet. In reality, I was anything but.
“We offer sacrifices,” Byron boasted. “We have to save it for special occasions. You can’t do it every time, or it loses the fun.”
A sacrifice. I smirked. “Do tell.”
“A servant that we auction to fuck and kill, naturally,” he said. A servant. The blood in my veins heated, wanting to pull Maddie away from these men, but I wouldn’t let anyone touch Maddie. She was mine. I would never let her safety become an option because if someone was to kill Maddie, it would be me. Not any of these strangers, nor my brothers. Just me.
But that would never happen. Perhaps Maddie had her secrets. But in the end, she was still loyal to me.
And yet, once this was over, there was a good chance she would find the first excuse to leave. She had Mack to think about, and she didn’t want the mafia life in his life. It scared her, as it should have.
But an heir was something I had begun to consider. Since I had taken the throne, someone would have to be next in line.
If family meant something different to Maddie, perhaps it could mean something different to me too. There didn’t necessarily need to be shared blood to be an heir.
But Maddie’s secrets kept that path closed off. And an heir wasn’t my concern right now. Killing Muro was.
Using my boots, I pushed her lower until she was flat on the ground. Using her body as a footrest and her tongue as a cleaner, I rubbed the bottom of one of my boots on her face. I should have gotten them muddy before coming here; I needed to plan ahead next time. The saliva still tarnished her perfect face, exposing that pink scar on her cheek, messing up her mascara and eyeliner. I indulged, running my hand along my thigh, grazing my fingertips along my cock. She was decadent like that. Tarnished. A mess.Mymess.
“The last sacrifice was Muro’s, actually,” Byron said, breaking into my thoughts.
I sat up. “Muro?”
“Speaking of Muro, we’ve been talking about that here,” one of the other men said, approaching us. “Whether it was true.”
“Did you actually take out Miles Muro?”
“Or did something else happen?” someone laughed.
And this was why I had come here. I had a feeling they would know more than the rest of the world.
“Where is Muro these days?” I asked.
“I thought you took care of him,” Byron said.
“Strictly speaking, I thought so too,” I said, a sly tone in my voice. “But it appears we have unfinished business.”
“But you destroyed the Midnight Miles Headquarters, yes?” another asked.
I nodded. “A cockroach can survive anything, except a crushing shoe.” I pressed the bottom of my boot into Maddie’s head, and her ass wiggled against the floor. My cock pulsed. She was getting off on this as much as I was.
“The last person who heard from him is Shines.”
“Shines?”
