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“You’re soaked,” he groaned. “Wet and ready for me. Like a sloppy little slut. Aren’t you, baby? You just need my dick to slam into you.”
Those blue eyes held me as he pushed his body close to mine, letting my clit rub against the happy trail above his cock. My skin flushed, my mind overwhelmed. How could he do this to me?
“Good girl,” he said, and with those words and his body pressed against my clit, he pushed me over the edge, the sensations exploding through me. I came undone like a beast unleashing all over his cock, my body erupting from the inside out, convulsing against him. Power surged through Finn’s shoulders, rolling through his entire being, a tremor sliding through him, as if he wasthatclose too, just seeing me come undone.
“On your knees,” he demanded. I slid down, opening my mouth. He fucked himself, gripping his cock like it was his last chance at survival, his eyes completely glazed and focused on me. Every emotion had taken control of him right then, and I knew he wanted me more than anything else.
He howled, his eyes bulging from his skull as his come shot through him, marking his territory as he came all over me: my face, my lips, my tongue, my cheeks, my tits. Each part of me was marked by him,ownedby him, and without questioning my actions, I rubbed his come into my skin, then clutched my wet hand against my pussy.
“That’s it, baby. Get yourself off,” he ordered. My fingers circled my clit, dipping into my pussy, mixing my come and his come together. He kneeled down in front of me, his dick growing again, and he guided me down until I was on my back.
“Don’t stop,” he commanded. “Keep touching yourself for me.”
I closed my eyes, letting myself enjoy it, letting those worries and fears go. His tongue, warm and wet, licked up each side of my slit, making my head tingle. I twitched from the sensation.
“You taste so fucking good, Ramona,” he said. “I could eat you all night.”
I moaned as he pressed a finger inside of me, then as my fingers circled my clit, he licked around them; the sensation was overwhelming, everything sensitive and practicallyunbearable,but the louder I moaned, the more methodical he became, each stroke of his tongue filled with deliberation, like Finn was going to make me come again, or one of us was going to die.
“I can’t,” I panted. “I can’t, I can’t—” I begged. “Please, Finn. Please stop—”
“Youcan,baby,” he growled. “And youwill.Come for me. Show me what a good girl you are.”
I smacked my hands down on the floor as the orgasm tore through me, splitting me apart. Finn licked me up, lapping at my come like a ravenous predator. My back arched, the second wave of pleasure ripping me apart as my body convulsed. I wrapped my legs around his head, holding on for dear life, but his tongue kept manipulating me into submission, circling my clit in flickers of pleasure, his finger massaging me from the inside. There was nothing in my brain anymore, only this unbearable pleasure. Only Finn.
As the last twitch ran through me, Finn’s tongue stilled, letting me come down. Propping himself up on his elbow, he leaned on his side, staring into my face. There was a softness to his gaze, that typical, post orgasm bliss, but to me, it was different. At that stranger’s apartment, he had suddenly pulled back, like he had remembered who we both were. But this time, even as he was looking at me right now, he was letting himself relax. He brushed the hair out of my eyes. He was enjoying this moment with me.
And so I smiled, enjoying it too.
CHAPTER 7
Finn
The next afternoon, my presence was requested at the Bloom Estate. A summons like this, with the full board of the Marked Blooms Syndicate, wasn’t a good sign. But I acted like it was a business meeting, and nothing more. After all, the Marked Blooms Syndicate was one of Carter Care’s biggest clients.
The estate manager drove the two of us on a golf cart, winding through the Bloom Estate, parking outside of the conference center. A spread of magnolia trees dominated the area, their fragrance strong. The estate manager held the door open for me, and the three board members rose to greet me.
“Thank you for meeting with us on such short notice,” the director of the board, Gore Bloom, said. His hand was puffy and red, but his grip was firm like a leader’s. I shook his hand.
“Anything for the Syndicate,” I said.
The two other board members, Upchurch and Saunders, offered their own handshakes. Upchurch’s brow twitched in annoyance, and I gritted my teeth. Whateverthiswas, it had to do with him and the reason he had broken into the Carter Compound in the first place.
Luckily for us, the added security at the Carter Compound, as well as having my guards surveying Upchurch’s property, had worked to keep us bothfriendly.
We took our seats. Upchurch ran a hand over his greasy white hair, while Saunders angled himself to the side, his salt and pepper hair gleaming in the light. Bloom cleared his throat.
“There’s an issue we’d like to discuss with you, Mr. Carter. Your wife, actually,” Bloom said. “You see, Bruce Astley, her previous husband, is also a member of the Marked Blooms Syndicate.”
“And he’s my blood,” Upchurch interrupted.
“Cousin,” Bloom added, his eyes narrowed as if subtly telling Upchurch to shut up and listen. Bloom turned back to me. “We know the two of you made a deal when it came to the wife.” His forehead creased. “What was her name?”
“Kiki,” Saunders said.
“No. Kyleen,” Upchurch said.
Were they taunting me?
