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'Til Death: Volume One

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“Oh!”
I turn and I run out into the yard. A long, sleek car is just coming to a stop. It’s been two weeks since I’ve seen Marcus and I miss him. Oh boy, do I miss him. The door opens and I see a leg slide out. My heart skitters and I start hopping on my feet again. When he gets fully out, my heart flutters. Beautiful. Just beautiful. As always, he’s dressed in a suit, and just like always he’s lost the jacket. His white shirt is semi-unbuttoned, his sleeves rolled up and he’s wearing his favorite red tie. His hair, messy. His face, unshaved. Holy fuck he looks good. So fucking good.
His brown eyes hit mine and I’m running. I’m forcing my little legs to carry me as fast as they can towards him. When I hit him, I leap into his arms, throwing my legs around his hips and my arms around his neck. I press my lips to his—no, that’s a lie, I crush my lips to his and I kiss him deep and hard.
He groans, dropping his bag to the floor and spinning us around. He shoves us both back into the car and wrenches his mouth from mine. “Do a lap,” he barks to the driver, then presses a button to bring the screen up so we can’t be seen. Then he’s back over me again, lips to mine, fingers in my hair. The cars moves and he slides me further back onto the seat, grinding his hips into me.
“Hurry,” I breathe, reaching down for his pants. “I need you now.”
He hurries. He jerks his belt off, and then undoes his pants. One of his hands slides up my shirt and he cups my breast, massaging gently. The other one raises my skirt and slips my panties aside. Then his fingers are inside me, deep, hot, hard, and I cry out his name, thrusting my breast into his palm. I groan deep, he hisses and his mouth closes around my neck, sucking and nipping. All at the same time.
He works his fingers inside my pussy, in and out, sliding through the slick depths until I’m coming around them. I’m not ashamed of how fast this happens, no, not at all. Considering he’s been away for two weeks, I really don’t think it’s a shock. He slips his fingers out, then brings them to my lips. “Suck.”
So demanding.
I open my mouth and I suck his long, thick fingers, loving that I can taste myself, loving that it’s his fingers in my mouth. He slips them out, giving me a heated look, then he takes hold of his cock and growls, “Roll over.”
I do as he asks, rolling to my belly. He positions me on my hands and knees, then he reaches around and cups my chin forcefully, taking control of me, while he pushes his cock inside my body. Fuck. It’s been a while and I feel that beautiful burn as I stretch for him. He mutters something I can’t quite make out, and his fingers tighten on my chin while his other hand curls around my hip.
Then he fucks me. God, does he fuck me.
He drives so deep my neck is forced back, his fingers still curled around my chin. It hurts, but at the same time it feels so fucking amazing I can’t get enough. I cry out his name again and again as he pounds into me, riding me hard. I come before him, once more, my entire body shaking with release, my skin tingling, my pussy throbbing for more.
“Fuck,” he growls and I realize how much I’ve missed hearing that.
“Come for me,” I whimper. “Come on, baby.”
With that, he jerks into me once more and then he’s coming. Not only can I feel his cock pulsing, his body shuddering, but I can also hear his harsh rasps as he milks himself in my body. His fingers slowly uncurl from my chin and he releases my hip as he slides out of me. I drop onto the seat, panting, happy.
Marcus taps on the glass and orders, “Take us back.”
The car turns and I force myself up, straightening out as I turn and look at him. “I like you with scruff,” I note.
His eyes flash to me as he’s doing up his pants. “I’ll clean it up tonight.”
I frown. “I said I like it.”
His eyes move over me again, then he mutters, “John said you didn’t work the last two days. Are you sick?”
Talk about subject change.
“No,” I say. “I was cleaning up for you.”
“We have cleaners, Katia. I pay you to work; I expect you to work.”
My eyes burn. He’s been gone two weeks and that’s the welcome home I get. The car comes to a stop and I stare over at him. I know he can see the hurt on my face but as usual, he doesn’t show any reaction.
“I missed you,” I whisper. “And that’s all you have to say?”
He studies my face just as the door opens. He leans forward, curls his fingers around my chin and kisses me quickly. Then he’s gone.
Ouch.
CHAPTER 10
THEN
Marcus
“Deal with it, Ulio,” I mutter, drumming my fingers against the pine desk.
“That isn’t an answer,” Ulio growls. “You’re askin’ me to fuck with a big name who has come in and decided he wants your side of town to run his money through . . .”
“Then fuck with a big name. It’s your job. Do it right.”
He mutters something under his breath and I grin, even though he can’t see it because he’s on the other end of a phone. I lean back in my chair, crossing my legs. These men—fuck, you’d think I was asking them to cut their own legs off and drag their sorry asses across a hot desert.
“Fine, I’ll deal,” he mutters. “Talk to me about Lucas’ feral goon.”
“He’s takin’ my jobs, my money, my business.”
Ulio snorts. “Fucker.”