Possess(The Syndicate: Crime and Passion 1)(20)

She froze and lifted her eyes to mine.

The head of my cock rested against her soft lips, her deep breaths blowing against my skin. I stared at her for a moment and then I lifted my hips, pressing my cock against her mouth, a silent demand that she open.

She complied, and opened her lips slowly, taking me in as I pushed.

Eyes still locked with her, I fed her my cock. She couldn’t even take half of it, but half was enough.

The sensation of her tongue against my skin, the sight of her lips stretched tight around my shaft, had me teetering on the edge.

I pulled back, pushed in, did it again once, twice, but that was too much.

I started to come, the first splash of my seed hitting her tongue before I pulled myself from her mouth.

I reached out, found a handkerchief, and emptied myself into it, the climax intense, leaving me almost blind with its intensity.

When I was finally again aware of my surroundings, I looked down at Senna, saw how pleased she looked. Became aware of what I’d just done. Didn’t have the capacity to process that, process what it might mean.

I tucked my soft cock back into my pants and then stroked the side of her face.

“Go to bed, little flower,” I said.





Eleven





Maxim



“Sergei’s here,” Adrian said.

“What about?” I replied.

I waited for Sergei’s arrival and tried to keep my mind off what had happened yesterday.

I had examined those moments with him over and over again, had tried to come up with a way to understand what had happened. It could have been nothing, but it could have been meaningful. I hadn’t decided which yet, and didn’t know which option was more terrifying. Didn’t expect I would, at least not anytime soon. So at least Sergei would provide some distraction.

He came in, striding, and easily as always, ever cocky, but I saw worry in his face.

He’d learn how to keep the emotion out of his expression eventually but for now I simply turned to the matter at hand. “Good news, I take it,” I said.

He lifted the corner of his mouth and smiled.

“I think we have Santo’s reaction,” he said.

“Which is?”

“Probably something you should see in person,” he said.

I stood and went with him and Adrian to the car. We rode to the outskirts of the city to an abandoned field, overgrown with weeds and littered with trash.

“This way,” Sergei said as he got out.

I followed him, paused when I saw the hand, fingertips removed. I kept walking, looked at the legs, torso, and then finally, the head.

“You recognize him?” Sergei asked.

“Yes,” I said. “George.”

He’d come up with Santo and me in the Syndicate, and though he hadn’t had what it would take to ever be in a position of power, he was tough and loyal, more than can be said about many others.

George had stayed with Santo, a sign of that loyalty, but we’d maintained a positive relationship. Santo’s message was loud and clear.

“I see Santo’s reputation is well earned,” Sergei said.

I looked at him. “It is, which is why Santo will soon find himself in the same position as George,” I said.

I saw the gleam of satisfaction in Sergei’s eye. “You want me to arrange something?” he said.

“Always so eager, Sergei,” I said, appreciating his focus but still cautious because I knew his eagerness could get out of hand.

“Yes,” he replied.

I looked at him. “I haven’t quite decided what to do with poor Santo yet, but find out everything there is to know about him,” I said.

“I thought you knew everything already,” Sergei said.

“Pretend I don’t. Find out everything. Family included,” I said.

Sergei narrowed his eyes. “Maxim, I—”

“Do it, Sergei. After you clean up Santo’s mess,” I said, and then I turned and went back to the waiting car.





Twelve





Senna



It was late when Maxim got back, not that he stopped to speak to me or even acknowledge me as he brushed past.

No, he didn’t even glance in my direction, and instead went to his office, no doubt on the way to his gym.

I stared after him and then shook myself.

I was many, many things, a coward, a fool for lusting after him, but I was not pathetic. I was a person, one with feelings and emotions that he seemed to have no problem disregarding. I wouldn’t let Maxim’s cold shoulder change that.

That day, I had gone to bed like he said, and even though it had been afternoon, I had waited for him.

And waited.

I could remember now how I perched on the edge of my king-sized bed, watched as the afternoon sky turned dark, continued to watch as the night sky grew bright again with sun, still tasting him on the tip of my tongue, wanting to feel that again, his heavy hardness against my lips, his strong thighs, his silky-hard cock against my palms.