I used to enjoy work. I liked making money, making weapons, and being in charge. I handled most of our clients and their needs, and I was in charge of manufacturing. I’d hire the best engineers to come in and design the best weapons to put on the market. It wasn’t the most meaningful job in the world—but I liked it.

But now I hated it.

Every second I was at work, I was away from her.

Adelina.

Maybe it was just because she was beautiful or because she was good in the sack, but now I couldn’t stop thinking about her. It was becoming more difficult to focus on tasks because she was always in the back of my mind. I’d always been obsessed with pussy, but not like this. It didn’t run my life.

But now there was only one pussy in particular that had my attention.

Crow walked into the complex in all black. Black t-shirt with black jeans and a black leather jacket. He almost never wore his suits when he was on the premises, either because he didn’t want to get them dirty or because he didn’t want to look like a douche in front of the men. We were in the business of selling illegal weapons, not selling car insurance.

A pistol was on his hip, and I knew he had two more under his jacket. He spoke to a few of the men, got a rundown on what was going on, and then joined me at the table. I had the schematics of a new knife I was working on.

Crow pulled the paper toward him to get a better look. “I don’t get it.”

I pulled up the digital demonstration on the tablet to show him how it would work. “It’s a seven-inch blade that retracts.” I showed him the drawing. “The blade is hidden, and once the safety is off, all you need to do is hit the button and the blade appears. And it’s strong as hell. It’s not gonna break.”

Crow watched the demonstration a few times before he nodded. “I want one of these for Pearl.”

“That woman needs a gun, if you ask me. She knows how to use one.”

“I didn’t ask you.” He pushed the paper back toward me. “Bran just gave me the rundown. We have another buyer?”

“In Budapest.”

“Did you screen him?”

I pushed the folder toward him. “He checks out.”

Crow flipped through all the pages, reading every single word like he didn’t trust me to do my job right.

I rolled my eyes. “I’ve been doing this for a long time. I know what I’m doing.”

“I think your ten-million-dollar whore says otherwise.”

The anger surged to my expression like it’d been sitting under the surface the whole time. “Don’t call her that. Insult me all you want, but leave her out of it.”

Crow pulled his gaze away from the paper and turned it on me. It was the look I’d been getting since we were kids. It meant he was considering something, thinking something incriminating. “Pearl told me you took Adelina to see her parents in America.”

Adelina told her? Women really did talk. That was such a personal experience for her that I assumed she wouldn’t mention it to anyone. Did she mention the cyanide pills too? “Yeah. So?”

Crow cocked his head to the side, his eyes narrowing. “So?” His deep voice didn’t change, but his expression hardened. “Awfully nice thing to do for someone you don’t give a damn about.”

I took the folder back from him and pretended to look through it. “Simon is clean. We don’t have anything to worry about. Shipment is already in progress.”

“Cane?”

I kept ignoring him.

“Is she going to be a problem?”

“What do you mean? When has she ever bothered you or Pearl?”

“Don’t play stupid with me,” he snarled. “You aren’t keeping this woman.”

“I never said I was.”

“Then you’re returning her as promised?”

“Yes.”

Crow stared at me like he didn’t believe me. “I’m not going to war for this woman. I’m not crossing Tristan for this woman. If your heart is softening for her just the way your dick does every night, then you need to take a step back.”

“That won’t be a problem.”

“Why don’t I believe you?” He rested both hands against the table as he looked at me.

“Yes, I’m fond of her. But I will give her back like I promised.”

“You’d better because I’m not getting Pearl mixed up in this.”

“You have nothing to worry about.”

“Then why did you risk your neck taking her all the way to America? Security could have detained you, and everything would have gone to shit.”

“But that didn’t happen, did it?” I asked like a smartass.

His eyes narrowed further. “Why did you do it, Cane?”

“She wanted to see her parents one last time…”

“And why do you care?” he snapped.

“Because I’m not an asshole, that’s why. I wish I could have talked to Vanessa one last time even though I knew she was going to die.”

The second our sister was mentioned, Crow cooled his jets.

“Jesus Christ, get off my case.” I threw the folder down and stormed off, sick of my brother’s shit.

Crow followed behind. “And you’re taking her sight-seeing.”

“So? Maybe you should take Pearl around. I’m sure she would enjoy it.”

“I’m too busy working right now. And don’t worry about my wife being entertained. She’s plenty entertained.”

“Didn’t seem like it when I talked to her.” I poured a glass of scotch at the bar.

“Don’t stick your nose in my marriage.”

“Don’t stick your nose in my relationship,” I countered.

“Relationship?” he hissed. “This is a relationship now?”

Very poor choice of words. “You know what I mean.”

“Cane, I want your word that you’re returning this woman. She’s a nice girl and I feel bad for her, but she’s not our problem. Do you understand me?”

I drank my scotch and ignored him.

“Give me your word.”

“Fine. You have my word, alright?”

Crow still didn’t look like he believed me.

“What do you want me to say?”

He grabbed his own glass and poured the scotch.

“I am fond of her.” I watched my brother down the liquor as quickly as I did. “I do like her. I don’t want her to go back. I admit all of those things. But there’s nothing I can do for her. She asked me to help her in another way…and I agreed.”

Crow set his glass down, his eyes on me.

“She asked me to get her cyanide pills…”

Crow’s eyes darkened in pity.

“So it’ll look natural, and they won’t hurt Lizzie.”

“It’s sad, but…it’s the best thing for her.”

“I agree.”

“Did you get the pills?”

I nodded.

“Then I guess you are returning her.”

I nodded again.

He finished his liquor and turned the glass over on the counter. “This stays between us, alright? Pearl doesn’t need to know about it.”

“I agree.”

“It’ll just get her upset again.”

“I know.”

Crow looked to the other side of the room, seeing the men haul equipment from the storage unit.

“You really should drop the fight. Pearl is pretty heartbroken about it.”

“We worked it out last night.”

“You did?” I asked. “Took long enough.”

“She needed to apologize to me.”

“Didn’t you slap her?”

His face immediately fell like I’d punched him in the gut. “We worked it out. That’s all that matters.”

“I’m either gonna get the details from you or her. So you may as well tell me.”

“Fine. She said she wouldn’t be stupid anymore, running off whenever she feels like it. And I promised her I would never…do that again.” He bowed his head, looking ashamed for the first time since I’d known him.

“Well, I’m glad that’s over. I was afraid the fight would never end.”

“We’ll always work it out. I just… I was so fucking mad at her.”

“I know, Crow. I was there.”

“What did she say Tristan said anyway?”

I definitely wasn’t telling him about the trade Tristan wanted to make. That would send Crow over the edge into the biggest rage I’d ever seen him have. “That he would never sell Adelina. She’s invaluable.”

“Then you were right.”

Of course I was right. I was fucking her, wasn’t I?

“Did he say anything else?”

“No. Just told her not to come back. Said she was trying to act like one of the men when she’s just a stupid woman…” I pulled that out of my ass, but I had to make it sound believable. No way in hell was I telling him the truth.

Crow sighed in relief. “Thank god we’re valuable to Tristan. If any other woman walked in there…”

“Doesn’t matter. Pearl is home.”

“Yeah.” He eyed the bottle of scotch before he poured himself another glass. “Simon checks out. The shipment looks good to me.”

“I didn’t need your input to know that.”

He clapped me on the shoulder before he walked away. “I know you didn’t, brother.”

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I had a few things to wrap up at work, but I didn’t want to stick around.

So I bailed.

I was taking time off to show Adelina around, so I needed to work longer days when I was at the base. But I didn’t end up working longer hours to catch up. So my work was starting to pile up on me, slowly drowning me. If Crow figured it out, he’d be pissed.

Who was I kidding? If? When. When Crow figured it out.

I pulled up to the house and walked through the front door, expecting to see Adelina watching TV or cooking in the kitchen. She wasn’t in either place. I investigated the house but didn’t find her in any of the bedrooms.

For a brief moment, I panicked. “Bellissima?” I walked back into the living room and glanced out into the backyard.

There she was. She was lying in one of the lounge chairs in her bikini. Her top was gone, and her perfect tits were exposed to the sunlight. She wore a large sun hat, and a book was sitting in her lap. A glass of wine was on the table beside her.

She looked like she was having a good day.

If I’d known she was sprawled out like this on the lounge chair while I was at work all day, I wouldn’t have gotten a single thing done. I stepped onto the back patio, and she stirred when she realized I was home. She sat up and tilted her head back so she could look at me from under her sun hat.

I placed my hands in my pockets as I stared down at her, my eyes focusing on her tits more than her gaze.

“Hey.” She placed a bookmark between the pages and shut the book.

“Hey.” Her skin was golden brown, kissed by the powerful rays of the sun. She was getting excellent color, her already olive skin turning darker. Her skin was probably covered with sun block or tanning lotion, and I wouldn’t mind tasting it as I dragged my tongue across her body.

We stared at each other for a while, the moment tense but not awkward.

She seemed to have remembered her top was down because she grabbed the straps and prepared to tie them around her neck.

“Leave them.”

She flinched before she dropped the black straps of her bikini top. They fell down her tummy, leaving her tits exposed to the sunlight—and my eyesight.

I spotted the large bottle of sun block on the table, and a dirty idea popped into my mind. I grabbed the folded towel on the table and dropped it on the concrete. “Get on your knees.”

She eyed the towel, unsure what I wanted her to do.

I undid my belt and loosened my jeans. “On your knees. Don’t make me ask you again.” I dropped my jeans until they fell around my ankles. I kicked them away along with my shoes. I was in too much of a hurry to remove my socks, so I left them on.

She moved to the towel beside the chair, placing her knees on the pad so she would be cushioned from the concrete.

I took a seat on the lounge chair she’d just vacated and opened my knees so she was right between them. My hard dick was against my stomach, slightly tilted to the side and anxious for her. I grabbed the bottle of sunscreen and squirted a huge puddle into my palm.

She watched me through her thick sunglasses and her sun hat, looking like a beach babe who smelled like summer. She eyed my palms as I rubbed them together, spreading the lotion before I grabbed her tits with both hands. I smeared her tits with the thick cream, spreading it everywhere and lubricating the area between her tits. Her olive skin faded away as her chest turned white, and the overwhelming scent of sunscreen filled my nose. I thought of sand between my toes, the sound of the crashing waves, and making love to this woman right on the beach. I massaged her tits before I placed my dick right in her cleavage line, enclosed in the warmth of her skin. I slowly slid through the lotion as I squeezed her tits around my length. It felt so good, so soft.

My mouth moved to hers, and I immediately kissed her with my tongue. I breathed hard into her mouth, our lips moving together with aggression. I’d been thinking about her all day, and now that I was touching her, I could tell she’d been thinking about me too. She moved up and down with her knees, sliding my length through her beautiful titties.

Fuck, it felt nice.

Her hand moved to my balls as they dangled over the chair, and she massaged them with her fingertips so she didn’t interrupt her pace.

So fucking good.

I tilted my face so I could access more of her mouth. I kissed her harder the more she pleased me, my mind locked on sex. My cock pushed through her firm tits. They didn’t feel as good as her pussy, but they were still pretty damn incredible. She had a woman’s chest, voluptuous and curvy. I could fuck her tits all day.

Her lips quivered against my mouth as she took a deep breath, enjoying this as much as I was. I imagined her pussy was dripping for me, wanting me to be buried deep inside her to stretch her the way she loved.

We would get to that.

She massaged my balls a little harder, her fingertips hitting my nerves in the perfect way. Her chest moved up and down, and we worked together to slather my cock with her wet tits.

I wanted to come all over her. I wanted to see those white globs all over her chest and neck. When I was at work, doing this didn’t cross my mind. But now that we were moving together, I wondered why we hadn’t already done this.

“Bellissima…” I squeezed her tits harder and slowed her pace, knowing I was about to erupt. My cock was thickening, and my balls were tightening. I couldn’t kiss her anymore because my mind was focused on one thing.

I came with a groan, splashing all over her tits and underneath her chin. I got her everywhere, hitting her like a target. The squirts continued, the trajectory losing momentum every single time. When I was finished, I kept sliding through her cleavage, the scent of sunscreen and come mixed together.

Man, that felt good.

“Your tits are beautiful…” I kissed the corner of her mouth, out of breath with my satisfaction. She pleased me like no other woman ever had. She had the sexiest expression during sex, like she was trying not to come the entire time. Her kiss was always full of passion, as if she couldn’t get enough of me even though I was already giving her everything I had.

“Your cock is beautiful.” She wore a playful smile, another thing I loved about her.

I smiled back. “Thank you. No one has ever said that to me before.”

“But I’m sure they thought it.”

My cock was covered in sunscreen so I knew I couldn’t fuck her, but I definitely wouldn’t leave her hanging. This woman only had a few days left until her life ended. She had to make every day count. And I intended to give her an orgasm every single day—several, actually.

I rose from the chair as my cock continued to soften. “Sit.”

She moved to the lounge chair where I’d been just a moment ago.

I dropped my knees to the towel, getting in the exact position as she was just seconds before. I scooted her hips to the edge and wrapped her legs over my shoulders. Then I leaned down and pressed my mouth to her opening, my tongue doing everything that she liked.

It didn’t take her long to come, and of course, she yelled my name as she did.

Music to my ears.