It’s a date. ~Casper
I reply back to keep up the charade. Let her think I’m far away…it’ll be much sweeter that way.
Pocketing the device, I refocus on the issue that brought me back to Chicago without my letting Aurora know. It’s why on a late Sunday morning I find myself opening a large metal door with enough force that it bounces off the wall, and the resounding bang that follows causes a woman to cry out.
Jeffrey and Callum are with me—leaving the three other men outside—walking just a few paces behind and with the hoods of their black sweatshirts over their heads. The hallway is long, but there at the end is my friend kneeling in front of a man—while a few close by are on their knees.
The concrete is already stained with someone’s blood.
“Good morning,” Malcolm says, standing up to greet me, extending his hand out while the woman whimpers again. Something that isn’t the norm; we don’t harm women this way. We have more civilized ways to make them cooperate. What did you do to find yourself in this mess? “How are you, my friend?”
“Could be better, mate.” I grip his hand in mine and then pull him into a hug. “Thank you for the help at the funeral with the reporter. My father and I are very appreciative.” My whisper is met with a barely perceptible nod. Just enough of a movement to let me know he heard. We don’t know what happened to the man, nor do we care, but he was never seen again. Pulling back, I pat his shoulder twice. “Bloody traffic here always gets me in a mood.”
“You’re a native, Casper. You should be used to it by now.”
“Semi native, thank you very much.” The motherfucker just laughs, rolling his eyes as someone groans from behind us. Malcolm Asher’s crazy matches mine, and it’s one of the reasons we work so well together. With global operations, he provides certain money management services that a family like mine requires.
He sets them up. He watches over them.
Strip clubs.
Launderettes.
Car washes.
All businesses that deposit large quantities of cash day in and out. It’s almost like recycling in a sense; the dirty and unusable goes in and the clean and untraceable comes out.
“Four months a year is enough to qualify.”
“Fuck you, and never.” At my reply he laughs, slapping my back. The men around us chuckle, but just as soon it all dies down, the seriousness resettling in. “Now, how are we going to fix this, Malcolm? Cause we have a lot of money being held up by—”
“I have it all,” he interrupts while I raise a brow in question, not understanding what’s going on, especially after our last phone conversation where he asked me to be here today. “Before the feds got ahold of it or put a pause on the transaction, I froze everything. Moved the capital offshore, and my guys did what they needed to do to make everything disappear.”
“So we’re good, then?” Why am I here?
“No. Not in the least.” Malcolm tilts his head toward two men I’ve never seen before. I take in both his hostility and how they cower under his glower. “We won’t be okay until I make an example out of this asshole and his family.”
“Who are they?”
“The orchestrators.” At once, I pull my Colt out and point it at the younger of the two males as my ire resurfaces to the forefront. This cunt set my operations back and that’s un unforgivable offense, but before I can shoot, Malcolm pushes my hand down. “They are mine, Casper. All three.”
“Then why tell me, arsehole?” I hiss, shrugging his hand off. “This delay is costing me a shipment coming in tomorrow night. With the heat on my operations, the weapons supplier isn’t feeling comfortable.”
“Because I want them to watch you leave this warehouse with every single ounce of their merch.” As the last word leaves him, I notice the few men attending to barrels upon barrels of bricks wrapped in plastic. “The coke and electronics are yours to do with as you please. Dump them in the river for all I care, but they won’t make a fucking cent in profit.”
“Apology accepted, bloke.” Walking over to one of the containers, I pull out one of my karambits, a smaller version of my two back home, and rip open one of the packages. With the blade’s tip, I take a small amount and taste it. Nod to myself as I realize the quality at once: Columbian pure white. “I’ll take it all.”
“Done.” Malcolm looks down at the younger male with a smirk. “Load it up. Three trucks are outside waiting, and Casper’s men will drive them away.”
“Understood.” Javier whistles and within minutes, everything is gone. As if it was never here.
“Thank you, Malcolm. I know my business is always safe with you…”
“But?”
Walking back over to my friend, my eyes shift between the men with covered faces and the three on the floor in front of them. How pallid the older man looks. The blood he’s lost on the floor. “How will we make sure this never happens again?”
“Like this,” Malcolm says, and Carmelo comes forward then, a box in his hands. “Go on. Open it.”
“If it’s a bloody snake, you arse, I’ll shoot you.”
“Open it.” He laughs and so does Callum behind me. They know how much I despise reptiles. I’m an equal opportunity hater when it comes to them—a weakness those closest to me find hilarious. Me, not so much.
Opening the box, I look back him. “What the pissing hell is this?”
“Two tongues. One for each man that played a part in this.”
“Michael?”
“Knows to never betray his family again. Losing his was his penance.”
“He’s family…no?”
“Then he should know better. They all do now.”
“And the other?”
“Belonged to Phillip Mitchell. A low-level criminal that he…” Malcolm points toward the younger male “…paid to try and extort me. His idiocy cost him his life.”
“Thank you.” Because I do appreciate the gesture. Tossing the box containing the two appendages toward the crying woman, I hold in a laugh when she scrambles back with a shriek when it lands near her leg. “When can we continue with the transaction? Will it be while I’m still here?”
“Give me three weeks to make some moves.”
“Done.” I extend a hand for him to shake. “I’ll be heading out, mate…I’m hungry and need to make another pit stop before heading home.” Is that what she is? My home?
“Of course, but before you go…” Javier lowers the hood from the two men and stands back while Malcolm pulls out his gun, firing two shots. One in the neck and the other in the chest. The men fall to the ground and no one moves; all eyes are on him. “They weren’t very vigilant during their shifts and let people make illegal deals on my property. For that they paid the ultimate price.”
“What’s fair is fair.” I’m not going to argue that point when I’d do the same. Turing to leave, I take two steps when he speaks again.
“There’s a simple request that I want witnesses for.”
“Of course, brother.” I turn back to fully face him and watch as he sets his eyes on the younger man, walks over, and the picks up two photos from the ground. His eyes roam the picture and soften for a split second before hardening all over again. They’re cold and threatening as he crouches down to meet the other man’s stare. “If you ever lay a finger on her again…” He grabs his hand, the one with what looks to be a dislocated knuckle, and holds it against the cold concrete. Then, without an ounce of care, he slams the butt of the gun down on the bone. Four solid blows and there’s a crack; the man doesn’t so much as whimper, but the tears in his eyes give away to his pain. “Touch her— fuck with her—and I will dispose of you a small cut at a time. Filet your flesh and then feed it to your dear old father while you watch. It’ll be a slow death. Agonizing. One that I will take immense joy in, Foster.”
“I love my sister,” he chokes out as Malcolm slams the gun down once more.
“As of today, she’s mine. I’ll be taking her, moving her in wi
th me as part of my payment.” I’m surprised by his reaction, but at the same time can’t judge. Seems the arse has met his match, too.
After a few quick orders to his men and a final warning, we leave, both heading out while cries and whimpers follow in the distance. We don’t talk, but I can’t help but fuck with him before getting into my car. “You been holding out on me, mate?”
“No more than you have.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Means I’ll share when you do.”
Half an hour later I’m at her door after dismissing her guard for the night. I want him gone—to go help the others store the cocaine at a warehouse I own here, while the electronics need to be shipped to a seller in South America. They have just a few hours to get it done because everyone except for Jeffrey and Alexander are heading back to England at first light while I enjoy my Gem for a few days.
While I gorge myself on her decadence. While I remind her of just how good we are together.
My breathing is heavy and cock hard as I knock. Almost pounding my fist as the desperation to see her becomes near maddening. It’s been too long.
This tiny woman has me going insane, feigning for a taste.
“Christ, woman, open the bloody door,” I hiss under my breath, listening for any sign of life from the other side of the door. No more than thirty seconds later I sense her near, that inviting pull ever-present and throbbing the closer to me she gets.
I hear the padding of her feet.
I can just make out the low gasp that escapes her, an almost undetectable little sound that makes my cock throb as she sees my hungry expression through her peephole.
I see the exact moment she begins to turn the doorknob and then yanks it open in her haste to reach me.
Then, we are face to face.
Breathing the same air.
Mirroring the same need.
I have no idea who attacked first or how we ended up an upright mass of tangled limbs, but all is right in my world the second those sweet lips meet my own.
18
“HOW?” IS ALL I manage to get out between kisses, the slanting of his mouth over mine as he robs me of coherency and the front door slams shut. I’m surrounded by him and yet it’s not enough. I don’t think anything ever will be.
“Later. Talk later,” he hisses as my nails rake down his chest, leaving deep welts behind while I follow the trail down to the waistband of his jeans. His abs clench the lower I go, muscles contracting as I pop open the button and begin to lower the zipper. My fingers push it down slowly, taunting him, and a rumble builds inside his chest—the vibration running through me a second before I’m turned around by a hand on my hip. The other fists my hair and tugs it back. “Room.”
“I want you.” I’m breathless and giggling and enjoying the tight hold he has me in. I want to stay as I am, in his arms and being manipulated.
There’s something so sexy about it, the way he can pick me up with ease or bend me to his liking. How palpable his hunger is.
It’s physical and literal. Can’t be denied.
“Room, Gem.” His lips trail down my temple and cheek, not pausing until reaching my neck where he embeds his teeth. It stings but feels like heaven. The pleasurable pain flows through my skin and brings every nerve ending to life.
I’m hypersensitive. Throbbing with need.
I shouldn’t want him as I do.
I shouldn’t give in as easily as I do.
My problem is that every question that starts and ends with him has one answer: I do.
I’m screwed. Utterly screwed.
“Down the hall, first door on the left,” I manage to say on a whimper, pointing in the general direction as I throw my head back and close my eyes. Loving the feel of his teeth raking down my skin, how his fingers dig into my hips and hold my ass tightly against his hard length.
Casper nods, the movement subtle as he kisses the spot he’s abused. “I’ve missed you, love. So fucking much and it makes no sense. It’s driving me insane.”
I’m not sure if those words are meant for me, they are spoken so low, but they warm me from the inside out. Causes my heart’s cadence to speed up, a rapid thump thump thump that seems to pump only for him.
I’ve never experienced this type of connection before. This kind of yearning.
I’m afraid and excited and probably stupid for allowing it to continue, but it can’t be stopped. This combustion is meant to happen for better or worse.
“I’ve missed you too.” No sooner have the words passed my lips that I find his hold on my hair tightening, forcing my back to arch in a manner that put his mouth over mine. Devouring. Showing me with his dominion how much of me he already owns.
“Say it again. Tell me.” It leaves him on a growl a second before one of his hands leaves my hips and travels to the barely there tank top I’m wearing. Casper fists the material between his fingers and tugs once, forcing the cotton to dig into my skin as the sound of it protesting seems loud within the room. Another pull and it stretches, a tear forming at the thin strap, ripping the elastic material from the seam and exposing half my right breast. “Say it, baby girl. Tell me what you need. What you missed.”
“You.” And it’s the most honest answer I can give him. All these weeks I’ve been going through the motions, trying to fight my attraction to him or the rabbit hole it could possibly lead to. Deny how much his morning texts mean to me, though sometimes far between, they make me smile. “I just needed you.”
“Fuck, I can’t go so long without seeing you. Feeling you against me.” Another sharp pull and the other shoulder strap breaks, leaving me exposed to the cool air and him. My nipples tighten into stiff peaks and my thighs clench as I wait. Anticipate his next touch. He doesn’t make me wait long, though, cupping a breast in each hand as he forces me to take two steps forward. And then another, all the while his lips are at my ear. “Lead me to your room, Gem.”
“Please,” I whimper, arching my chest into his hands. “Can’t wait that long to feel you.” Then, to further prove my point, I do what I’ve been fantasizing about in the darkness of my room late at night.
I walk away from him and step fully into my living room, not stopping until I’m beside the loveseat. His footsteps follow mine; their heaviness causes goose bumps to break out all over my skin. For my thighs to dampen as the soft lace panties I’m wearing become soaked.
There’s no need for words. This is a moment to just feel.
To take. To satiate this building fire we have burning within.
Bending over the couch’s armrest, I expose my desire to him. “This is what I need.”
“Could you be any more bloody perfect.” It’s a statement that he follows up by dropping to his knees behind me. By pressing his lips to the curve of my ass, the area where cheek and thigh meet, and then skimming across to the other. Casper does this a few times before nipping the skin below the lace as he pulls the material aside with his teeth.
The cool air meets my labia and I shiver. The wetness coating my lips is visible to his hungry eyes.
“Casper, I…oh God!” His mouth is against my clit and a harsh shiver rocks through my body. Just the mere act brings me to the precipice of an orgasm. I’m shaking for him, panting for more, but all I get is a low shhhh to behave. “Please. Please.”
He doesn’t hurry, though. Instead, he explores me. Tastes me.
Those lips part and then his tongue flicks at my engorged bundle of nerves. Each swipe, the hungry way he moans into my tender flesh, causes my knees to shake. For my hips to undulate against his perfect mouth as his tongue slips lower until he reaches my entrance.
My entire body clenches as he dips the tip inside and holds still. “More.”
I don’t receive a verbal response. Instead, there’s the sound of his belt coming undone and then the lowering of a zipper. Goose bumps arise on my flesh and I try to push back, to take more, but he pulls back with a tsking sound.
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��s a reprimand I meet with defiance as I slip a hand between myself and the armrest, but that doesn’t work out; if anything it ignites a ferocious anger in him. His hand meets my cheek, three times in quick succession that steals the air from my lungs.
It stings, but immediately spreads warmth through the area as I choke on a moan.
He spanks me again. Then again. Alternating between the right and left, different areas before giving one last swipe with the flat of his tongue from my clit to rosebud and then he stands.
His pants lower to the ground behind me, trapped by his shoes. His shirt is tossed somewhere, and a second later something made of glass crashes to the ground.
And I don’t care. Don’t lift my head to look, because nothing matters more to me than the bulbous tip of his cock running through my wetness, coating his flesh before stopping at my entrance.
“Say it again.”
“I need you.”
One of his hands gathers my hair at the back, fisting the tresses as he turns my head, putting his lips right at the corner of my mouth. “I need you too.” Then he slams in to the hilt, one swift move that causes my toes to curl and eyes to close.
This feeling is what I’ve been missing. Needing desperately.
Pulling out slowly, he lets me enjoy every solid inch of his cock before sliding to another entrance, one I’ve never given to anyone. At first, my puckered hole clenches as the fat head and metal slide over, but soon I find myself pushing back beneath his hold. Find myself finishing what I tried to do earlier, and I slip my hand between the couch and my pussy, shaking in his hold as my fingers make contact with my swollen and sensitive flesh.
“Bad girl.” It’s a growl, a menacing declaration a second before he places his other hand on my hip and pins me against my fingers. Pressing. Giving me just enough friction to keep me on edge. His hips jut forward a little then, the head of his cock pushing against the tight hole, when he pulls back. “That’s mine and I’ll be coming back for that soon, but for now…”
“Oh, God!” I’m a whimpering, sensitive mess when he enters my core again, and I clench my walls to keep him right where he is. Not that he pauses or lets me. Now he’s relentless. Fucking me like I’ve needed to be all these weeks.
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