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On the drive home, Christian and I laugh at how insane the situation atThe Rat Traphad been. He insists that all he’d wanted to do was talk to the guy and find out what he knew.

He really had no idea that things would escalate so fast. The plan was to introduce himself, invite Fish outside and ask him some questions, then maybe plant some facts for misdirection.

Fish jumping to conclusions—even though he was 100% right—basically gave us no options.

Whether what Jimmy had told him was true or not, the fact that there was no more Jimmy to take back the story would make Fish spread the tale like wildfire.

Fish had to go—If only to buy some time.

After that, Christian tells me about the first time he killed someone. It was an interesting story…and I find myself agreeing with him that the guy deserved it.

I tell Christian about the first time I everwantedto kill someone.

By the time we arrive back at the compound, I felt like we really bonded.

We park opposite the fountain with the Cherubs—Chris says he’ll move the car later—and we take the steps up to the front door, hand in hand, wearing smiles.

I’m curious to see if this brother has a cock like Antonio’s.

Christian’s hand goes to the door handle, but it’s pulled open from the other side by the butler, Charles.

“Don Vincent is waiting for the both of you in his office.”

Shit.I fake a yawn and say, “Can it wait? I’m really tired.”

“He said—Immediately.I wouldn’t keep him waiting any longer if I were you. He didn’t seem happy.”

Double shit.

“Okay,” Christian ushers me in with a hand on the small of my back.

We hold hands again and take faltering steps like we’re walking to the gulag. I give Christian’s hand a squeeze, “What do you think it is?”

“He must’ve found out about Jimmy,” he squeezes my hand back, “don’t worry, it’ll be okay. You did great back there by the way. You were very decisive.”

“Thanks,” I squeeze his hand again and feel myself smile. I also think I’m getting the hang of things. We sure as hell couldn’t have waited around there. I calculated all the variables. Fish had to go.

At the top of the stairs we hang a left to the Don’s office. When we get there Christian knocks three times.

“Enter,” comes the annoyed voice from the other side.

Christian opens the door and we separate. Once again he guides me in with a hand on that special part of my back.

Inside, the Don is in his usual spot behind his desk, this time in a lime suit. He’s also halfway through another stogie.

“I got a call from Carmine de Luca,” he puffs out a cloud.

“Yeah?” Christian frowns at him.

I ask, “Who’s that?”

The Don puffs out another cloud, then speaks impatiently, “He’s the owner ofThe Rat Trap.The place the two of you were seen about thirty minutes ago. He wanted to say—Thank you.”

“Oh yeah?” Christian frowns again. “What for?”

The Don puts his cigar down and stands. I see the anger on his face just like last time. He comes around to us, “He wanted to say thank you for getting rid of that piece of shit, Fish. The H dealer.”

“Oh?” Chris acts surprised.

“Yeah,” Vincent stares lasers through Christian, “he said he was grateful that my son and the Lombardo girl finally did something about the Cassian. He said we had his full support. Said he’s not gonna tell nobody nothing.”

The Don’s speech cadence is a little off today. He sounds more like a gangster than a businessman.

“That’s great,” Christian smiles at me, then shrugs to the Don, “still don’t know what you’re talking about, he must be confused.”

Vincent grabs Christian with two hands on his collar, “WHERE DO YOU GET THE BALLS, HUH?”

I actually see spit fly out of his mouth. He’sreallyangry.

“I’ve been planning this for six months! She’s been here two fuckin’ days and the whole fuckin’ world knows she’s alive! What the FUCK, Christian?”

Christian gently pushes his father off him, then puts his hands up in a calming gesture. “We had a little problem with Jimmy, we took care of it. Then we took care of Fish.”

“We?” The Don looks at me.

“She was there,” Christian takes my hand again, “it’s fine. It was going to come out sooner or later. I did the only thing Icoulddo. If de Luca backs us up, it’s still just a rumor.”

The Don combs his fingers through his hair, “What did Jimmy do?”

“He was shooting H,” Christian shoots his brow, “he was buying from Fish. He was talking. I shut him up.”

“And as for where Christian gets his balls,” I put my hand on the Don’s arm, “not from you. He’s actually getting things done. He’s not sucking the Cassian’ asses to keep an imaginary peace that’s only peaceful for him.”

The Don breathes deeply and stares at me, then turns to Christian, “You’ve been putting these ideas in her head?”

“No,” Chris almost laughs, I see it on his face. “She saw us downstairs with Jimmy.You’rethe one who let her out of her room.”

“Then I’ll be the one to put her back there,” the Don says, then yells, “Charlie!”

The butler opens the door and awaits instructions.

“Escort Miss Lombardo to her room and lock the door,” then he turns to me and glares, “from theoutside.” He shifts his angry gaze to Christian, points and says, “You! Get out of my sight. I haven’t decided what to do with you.”

We don’t bother arguing. We leave the room politely, listening to the Don breathing hard. At the bottom of the steps, Christian gives me a peck on the lips, “See you soon.” He winks, smiles and goes on his way.

The guy oozes confidence!

I lead the way to room and go in, hand the key to Charles and close the door.

He locks it behind me.

I read more ofThe Art of Warto keep myself busy and I’m just beginning to think about dinner when I heard a loud—CLANK—coming from the balcony.

What in the hell could THAT be?

I hurry over to the doors and out onto the patio. There’s a metal claw—a grappling hook—snagged on the balustrade and it looks like it’s being tugged on from below by a rope!

Intruders!

They should have given me a gun!

I peek over the railing and—

“Christian?”

He smiles up at me and I laugh. I watch him climb the rope like a ninja. He gets one hand on the ledge, another on the balustrade and then I help him over the rail.

He lands on his feet with a flourish, takes me in his arms—grabbing my ass with one hand and the other on my back—then kisses mehard. He’s not as patient as Antonio.I like it…a brother for every mood.

I suck on his tongue while his hands travel all over me.I’m getting so wet.The way he gropes my ass sets my cunt on fire!

I push him off me and step back, fighting down a huge grin on my face. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“I came for my reward,” he smiles back.

“That’s not how this works,” I say, turning and walking inside.

“How does it work?”

“I did you a favor by not telling anyone about Jimmy. That cock ismyreward, notyours.I get to do whatever I want with it.”

“I see,” he sounds curious.

I turn and look him up and down like a piece of meat. “Take your clothes off and get on the bed.

He raises his brows at me.

“Do it,” I command as I point to the bed.

He raises his brows higher and begins undressing. The shirt comes off first while he kicks off his boots. He’s broader andtaller than Antonio, the muscle is bulkier. He’s built like a tank…and he’s clean shaven.

I step forward and trace a finger over his pecs and abs, “You’ve been working out.”I want to bite him!

He slaps my hand away, “Every day. And you said—Cock.You didn’t say anything about the rest of me. He gives me a naughty smile and I step back.

The pants come down next, followed by the socks. I see his cock straining against his boxers like it’s going to tear through them. I give him a stern look because I’m role playing, “Well?”

He scoffs and as he pulls off the underwear, a monstrous cock springs out at attention. It’s throbbing, veined, rock hard and pointing at forty-five degrees. It’s like a fucking flagpole!

I fight down the smile on my face and say, “Bed. Now!”

He does as I say, laying down with his hands behind his head.

Honestly…I want to suck him dry right now, but I’m going to torture him. I’m going to torture him because of that slap. He deserves it!

I go sit down beside him and slap his cock. It hardly moves.

I slap it harder and it budges, but points straight up a half second later. I put my hand around his rod and find that my fingers don’t meet—That’s girth!

I slowly pump his shaft…up and down…and hear his groans from behind me.

I keep at it for a minute and when I know that I’m driving him crazy, I let go and slap his cock again, this time as hard as I can. “Spread your legs!”

He huffs out a breath and does as I say.

I get onto the bed and sit cross-legged in front of his meat. Now I can watch his agony unfold!

I cup his massive balls and roll them in my palm. Christian closes his eyes with a blissful sigh.Wrong.

I tug them hard and slap them!

He grunts and tries to sit up, so I grab his shaft with one hand and push him back down with the other. “Stay!”

Christian shakes his head at me with an angry look on his face.Good!You get what you deserve.

I continue my slow torture, pumping and squeezing his shaft, slowly tugging and rubbing his nuts. “Ooh, what have we here?” I use the tip of my finger to tap his eye and the sticky pre-cum.

I tap it over and over, making a string from the stretchy fluid while I squeeze Christian’s balls. He doesn’t look happy, butIam!

I throw a light punch to his balls and I’m—

Chris leaps up to his knees and grabs me!

“NO!” I yell as I try to scramble away. He ignores me, getting his arms around my waist from behind.

He undoes the button-fly on my jeans and I struggle, throwing elbows left and right that make contact but have no effect.

“Stop it, Chris!”

He doesn’t listen, he pulls my jeans down to my thighs and I feel one large finger push into my sopping pussy. “My turn.” The finger disappears and he rams his cock into me!

I gasp and my limbs give up!

He pushes my head down and forces himself so deep I feel like his cock is going to come out of my mouth!

He starts ramming me like a Jaxhammer and I’m speechless! There’s only the sound of his pelvis smacking my ass with a vengeance.

The feeling is otherworldly. He’s like a machine and his cock is a piston! The strokes are long, fast and hard and he hits my cervix every time!

I feel him gather my hair and then he pulls—Hard!I scream from the pain as an orgasm rips through me and my cunt explodes! The harder I fight him the longer the orgasms lasts!

It’s like he’s using my hair as the reins on a horse he’s riding.

He keeps hammering me with his fat cock, rearranging my insides as the wave of my orgasm subsides.

He pulls on my hair and I let him this time. With my back arched, he puts a hand around my throat, one around my tit and squeezes.

I’ve never been fucked like this before! I want more!

His face is close to mine and I feel every breath on my face as he gives me the roughest fuck of my young life!

“You like this, princess?” He puts his hand under my shirt and pinches my nipple till it hurts, the pain registers in my cunt and I feel another orgasm building.

I croak out the words, “Yes! Fuck me harder!”

He lets go and pushes me down prone on the bed, a hand over my face to secure me. A finger goes into my mouth. I suck on it greedily.

With his other hand he smacks my ass once, twice, three times—Hard!

My second orgasm is coming soon…

Both his hands go to waist.

“Fuck me, Chris! I’m going to cum!”

I didn’t think it could get better, but it does. With both hands on my waist, I become a fuck toy. Just something with a hole for him to shove his cock in.

He’s not just slamming intome.He’s manhandling me so thatIslam intohim!

I’ve never had a man take charge like this!

The pain, the pleasure…the masochism…

“Harder!”

Christian takes me home. He squeezes my ass like a hydraulic press and speeds up like his cock is powered by a V12 engine.

I lose all sense of where I am…what time it is and evenwhoI am. All I feel is the sensation tearing out of my cunt and washing over me, wave after wave.

The third wave hits something in my brain and it detonates behind my eyes!

I bury my face in the pillow so I can scream my guts out while Christian buries his cock up to my throat for the last time—shooting a gallon of cum inside of me!

I feel him spasm three times and the load of jizz keeps coming.

I lay there like I’m dead, listening to him breathing hard. After a few minutes I feel him go soft and he pulls out of my slimy cunt, leaving a trail of his cream on my thighs.

He collapses on top of me and rolls to the side.

Whew! These are some talented brothers!

When I recover and I’m not seeing stars anymore, I pull off my clothes and wipe up the mess with my t-shirt. Christian watches me with a grin on his face.

I toss the shirt aside, climb on to him and give him a kiss on the lips, “Thank you.”

He laughs, “Pleasure.”

I pat his cock and say, “You’ve got fifteen minutes to recover.”

“Whew! Okay.”