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  Fuck, he ate pussy like a boss.

  He sucked my clit hard into his mouth and gave it a playful bite with his teeth. He turned aggressive, kissing my pussy with the same passion he’d shown my mouth.

  My hips started to buck because I felt the climax approaching just over the horizon.

  He pulled his mouth away. “No.”

  I lost my breath because I could feel the throbbing goodness between my legs, but it wasn’t quite there. I just needed a little more to explode, to fall into oblivion. “Balto…” I dug my nails into his chest and growled.

  “You’re coming around my dick.”

  I yanked on his hips. “Then fuck me already.”

  He grabbed a condom from the nightstand, ripped into it, and then rolled it onto his enormous length.

  I couldn’t wait to get that fat dick inside me. I’d never been with a man so big, and I knew it would make my toes curl. The second he was inside me, I would probably come so damn hard.

  His arms hooked behind my knees, and he pressed his thick head inside me. It was a tight fit at first, but once his crown was inside, he sank inside me perfectly, practically gliding until his balls gave a gentle tap against my ass.

  It was indescribable, having this beautiful man so deep inside me. Even with a condom separating us, it was the best sensation I’d ever felt. His cock stretched me to the maximum, and I couldn’t stretch any farther if I wanted to. But I was so slick, so turned on, so out of my mind aroused that he had no problem getting that deep inside me.

  He moaned as he looked at me with a concentrated expression. His bedroom eyes were practically pornographic. His jaw was tighter than usual, and his muscular shoulders flexed as the adrenaline pumped in his veins. He was balls deep inside the wettest pussy he’d probably ever fucked in his life.

  Now I wasn’t embarrassed anymore.

  After he took a moment to appreciate my tightness, he fucked me.

  And he fucked me hard.

  It only took me thirty seconds to come. I was already so hard up for this man, and once I felt that big dick slam into me, I crumpled into millions of pieces. I gripped his biceps as he kept ramming into me, pounding my pussy like he would make sure it was sore the next morning.

  “Balto…yes!” My head rolled back, and I screamed so loud. My toes cramped because they curled so hard. My hips bucked against him even though I had no control over my bodily functions anymore. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the most exquisite bout of pleasure I’d ever felt in my life. It was better than any other climax I’d ever had, whether it was by myself or with another lover. It was happiness, pure fucking happiness. It seemed to last forever, to transform into different sensations from start to finish. When I was enjoying the last tendrils of pleasure, I looked into his face and saw those sexy bedroom eyes.

  His face was slightly red, and his jaw was clenched so tight, he looked pissed and aroused at the same time. “You aren’t done yet, baby. Not even close.”

  5

  Balto

  I held on to her hips as I thrust into her from behind, her asshole perfectly in my line of sight. She had the sexiest curves in all the right places. Just when I thought I hadn’t seen a better pair of tits, now I thought I’d never seen a finer piece of ass.

  From every angle, she was beautiful.

  She rolled her hips and backed her ass into me, fucking me just as hard as I fucked her. We were two animals screwing in the wild, getting off on each other’s sweat, grunts, and screams. It didn’t matter how long I fucked her, she still stayed soaked, like she could take my dick endlessly.

  This was some nice pussy.

  I rammed her so fast and hard that waves of sweat coated my body. She worked her ass off, so she was sweaty too. When she returned home, she would reek of sex. It would stink up the whole house, even stink up her shower.

  Fuck, it felt so good.

  I hadn’t had sex this good with a condom on.

  I hadn’t had sex this good, even when I paid for it.

  She was going to come again. I could feel it. Subtly, the tightness around my dick increased. She became smaller and smaller, wetter and wetter, and then she exploded with a buck, her hand smacking against my wooden headboard. “God…Balto.” It was the third time she’d come, and she put on the same spectacular performance each time. “Yes…yes.” Her hips started to slow down as she basked in her high.

  I couldn’t keep going anymore. I had to come. No, I needed to come. I gave my final pumps and stared at her sexy little asshole as I filled the tip of my condom, my balls on fire and my shaft numb because it felt so good. My fingertips dug into her skin as I moaned, dumping so much come into that condom. “Fuck…” I’d been hard up all week thinking about this woman I met at the bar, and reality lived up to fantasy. She was just as sexy as I remembered, and she fucked me like it was the greatest experience of her life, like I was the sexiest man she’d ever been with. I’d been with lots of eager women—but none like her. “In my professional opinion, you need to get fucked more often.” I slowly pulled out of her and admired how much I’d pumped into the condom.

  “If I could fuck like that every day, I would never leave the house.” She lay down on my bed and breathed hard as she caught her breath.

  I disposed of the condom in the bathroom and came back. She was already getting dressed.

  She didn’t make herself comfortable on the sheets and relax as she waited for the sweat to evaporate from her skin. Her muscles must have been sore from all the fucking, but she didn’t need a break to recharge. She pulled the dress over her head then fixed her messy hair with her fingertips.

  “Leaving so soon?”

  “I’ve been out too long as it is.” She grabbed her panties from the floor but didn’t slide them up her legs, probably because they were so wet, they would be uncomfortable. She grabbed her clutch and prepared to drop them inside.

  “Leave them.”

  They dangled from her fingers as she looked at me.

  “You heard me.” I pulled on my boxers and jeans, disappointed she was ready to bolt for the door so soon. I’d expected to have her until morning, but I guess if she didn’t come back all night, that would definitely be suspicious.

  She tossed them onto the rumpled sheets. “Have fun.” She pulled on her heels next before she was ready to go.

  Even when I fucked a hooker, she didn’t leave this quickly. She usually stuck around to make sure there were no other services she could provide, and sometimes we talked for thirty minutes or so before she went on her way.

  But this woman was breaking records.

  I walked her to the elevator.

  “Goodnight.” She pivoted her body into me as she prepared to kiss me goodbye.

  I accepted her embrace but not her departure. “I’ll walk you.”

  “I can manage—”

  “I said I’ll walk you.” I placed my hand on her lower back and guided her inside. It didn’t matter what part of Florence you lived in, walking around alone at night in a backless dress was a bad idea. The safest place in the world was at my side, so I would make sure she got to her vehicle in one piece.

  We left the compound and my men who guarded it and walked down the sidewalk together. It was just four blocks away, and we spent that time in silence. After all the rough fucking we’d just done, a conversation seemed anticlimactic.

  We arrived at her car—a black Bugatti.

  Her husband really was wealthy.

  “This is me,” she announced, not that there was much point because it was the only car on the street. She glanced at the car then turned back to me, exhaustion and satisfaction plainly visible on her face. She looked like a woman who had been properly fucked by a man. Good thing her husband was out of town. He would probably figure it out the second he looked at her.

  “What’s your last name?” This gorgeous woman was trapped in a marriage she couldn’t run away from, and I wanted to know who this powerful man was. Fucking her had only sparked my i
nterest further, and now I wanted to know everything about her. Once I’d been with a woman, my interest was usually depleted. I moved on to someone else days later, and the cycle continued endlessly. But this woman fucked so enthusiastically, it was like she’d been trapped on an island for the last three years. She treated me like a hooker she’d paid a million dollars for. She fucked me like I was the sexiest man she’d ever laid eyes on. Sex was always good with my partners, but she was so transparent, it was refreshing. She didn’t keep her cool or try to play games. She wanted me—and she was vocal about it.

  She tucked her hair behind her ear, and the ends of her strands were slightly pointed because they’d soaked in her perspiration for the last few hours. Her makeup was a little smeared from the sweat that had poured down her forehead. Hopefully, she would clean up a bit before she walked into the house. “I know what you’re doing.” Even with messy hair and smeared makeup, she had a special quality that could set the world on fire. She was confident, sassy, and smooth all at the same time.

  “I’m making conversation.”

  “No. You’re prying.”

  If I really wanted to pry, I would run her license plate. But if her husband was as smart as I thought he was, he would have registered the cars under an alias so no one could trace the vehicles back to his name or address. “Why did you marry him in the first place?” Why did a gorgeous woman like her feel pressured to settle with a man she cared so little about? A man who couldn’t make her come?

  She stepped closer to me and ran her hand up my hard chest. She watched her fingers inch slowly upward until they came into contact with the edge of my jaw. Her fingers felt the smooth skin of my recently shaved face and the rugged bones that made up my profile. Her eyes followed her movements, her lips slightly parted like she wanted me all over again. “I don’t want to talk about my husband. I want to enjoy these last seconds thinking only about you.” Her fingers trailed down my jaw, my neck, and then to my chest once more. “I had a great time tonight. I’ll be thinking about this evening a lot when I’m alone…” She spoke the truth without shame, invigorated by the fact she would never see me again. She didn’t censor the words coming out of her mouth because they didn’t matter.

  “This doesn’t have to be the last time.” My hands circled her waist, and I pulled her close to me, feeling her tits against my chest. My face hovered above hers, my lips anxious for another kiss.

  “Yes, it does.” Her arms rested on mine, and she felt the strength of my biceps with her fingertips. “I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to you.”

  “Don’t worry about me.” My hand slid into the back of her hair. “It’s him you should be worried about. He could walk in on us, and I would keep going. That little bitch doesn’t scare me.” I stared into her vibrant eyes and saw the same arousal I’d witnessed in the bedroom. She wanted me bad, wanted me even more now than she had before.

  Her eyes trailed down to my lips. “I won’t be calling you again, Balto. So, this is goodbye.”

  I’d never had a woman voluntarily walk away from me. And I’d never wanted to chase a woman either. I wanted to change her mind, but I had too much pride for that. All I could do was hope that her pussy would ache so much that she would give in again. “If you ever change your mind, you know where to find me.” My fingers moved to her neck, and I kissed her softly on the mouth, my fingertips aware of her rising pulse. It started off slow and gentle, and now it picked up speed as our kiss continued.

  It was just the two of us on the sidewalk, and not a single passerby emerged. It seemed like the world was empty with the exception of the two of us. The goodbye kiss was long and slow, as if neither one of us wanted it to end. Neither one of us wanted to go back to our beds alone.

  She moved closer into me and gripped my biceps, her breath coming out shaky and soft. Her lips trembled against me like she wanted me more than she could stand. Her fingernails teased me, reminded me of the way she’d clawed my back when I was on top of her. She was an incredible kisser, her emotions clear and obvious. She wore her feelings on her sleeve, showed her desire with every move she made. She was an innately passionate woman stuck in a passionless marriage.

  She pulled away first. “Bye, Balto.” With regret in her eyes, she turned away and slowly dragged her touch away from my arm. She kept the contact for as long as she could before the distance was too great.

  She didn’t look at me again as she fished out her keys and got inside the car.

  I stood with my hands in the pockets of my jeans and watched her drive off. Her taillights entranced me until she turned right and was no longer visible. I had all the resources and the power to find out exactly who she was if that was what I really wanted. But that information wouldn’t change anything. I wouldn’t hunt down her husband and kill him. I wouldn’t rescue a woman I hardly knew. I had so much other shit to worry about. I couldn’t get involved in something new—especially for a woman.

  6

  Balto

  Getting into the building was easy. All I had to do was bust a few cameras, disarm the security officers at the front and knock them out, and then pick a few locks until I was inside the factory.

  I stepped into a small kitchen area, stainless-steel appliances on all four walls. The center had a wooden island with various kinds of pastas hanging down. There were also wedges of cheese directly exposed to the air.

  I approached the island and examined the experimentation going down. This must be the place where they tested their product and developed new sauces to accompany their family-secret pasta recipes.

  Case Cardello, just the man I was looking for, stepped through the swinging double doors and spotted me across the kitchen island. Instead of reaching for a pan as a weapon or pulling a knife, he calmly walked to the edge of the counter and gripped the wood with both hands. He stared me down, fearless and unafraid. “I’m assuming you’re the one responsible for my unconscious men?”

  I didn’t have high expectations of men. They were usually so scared they shit their pants, or they were just stupid. Case Cardello wasn’t either. He stood his ground but didn’t engage in a fight he couldn’t possibly win. “Balto.”

  “What do you want, Balto? If you’re here to steal some pasta, be my guest.” He nodded to the array of cheeses ready to be sliced. “The cheese is excellent.”

  I didn’t look like this from eating pasta and cheese all day long, and judging by his muscularity, he didn’t either. I respected him for handling the situation so calmly. Anyone else would have lost their shit, but he kept so calm, it was eerie. “You’re new to the game, so I’ll cut you some slack. Nothing gets imported or exported through this country without my cut. If you think you can pull this shit right under my nose, then you’re one arrogant son of a bitch.”

  Case released the edge of the table and sauntered toward me slowly. His hand dragged across the wooden surface of the table, past the crumbs of old cheese that had dried out. The place smelled like a traditional Italian kitchen, where the matriarch of the family prepared every meal, every day. He stopped when he was feet away from me, holding his own but failing to intimidate me. “Your cut?”

  “Yes, asshole. My cut. Twenty percent.”

  “Why would I give you a euro? Who the fuck are you?”

  This guy really was new to the game. “The Skull King.”

  His eyes narrowed, like he recognized the title but wasn’t quite aware of its meaning.

  “I’m the leader of the Skull Kings. We’re an underground operation that’s involved in everything, drugs, trafficking, arms dealing, you name it. It’s my job to keep the peace in this country by controlling the chaos. Your drugs have grown in popularity, and you’re becoming one of the biggest producers in the hemisphere. When you were a small fish, you weren’t worth my time. But now, you’re a shark—and I have to tame you. So, twenty percent.”

  Case absorbed all of this with a poker face, hiding his thoughts from my view. “You think I’m goi
ng to give you a cut for nothing?”

  “It’s either that or die. Your choice.”

  He still didn’t flinch. “And what do I get in exchange?”

  “Protection. Legitimacy. Connections.”

  “I already have all of those things.”

  “Not on this scale. When you become a shark, everyone wants to take you down. You need allies. Let me tell you from experience—you want me as your ally and not your enemy.”

  He still didn’t appear intimidated. “And if I say no?”

  “I’ll kill you and Dirk and take over this operation myself.”

  “I’d rather go out of business than have an asshole like you take a cut.”

  I planted my hands on the kitchen island and leaned forward. “You should see this as a business opportunity. Your pasta company pays taxes to the government in exchange for services. It’s not any different. I’m the patriarch of this country, and it’s my job to pay off the police and the government so we can keep shit going. If you think you’re going to keep this operation afloat on your own, you’re mistaken. A bigger shark is going to come along and bite your head off. I’ll make sure that doesn’t happen. I control competition, keep players separated, and make sure there are not any disputes.”

  “You sound like a mayor.”

  “More like a king. The reason why regular people are plagued with crime, poverty, and chaos is because there’s not enough control. Not enough rules. The criminal underworld is so structured that it’s boring. Who do you think is responsible for that?”

  Case leaned back against the other counter and crossed his arms over his chest.

  “Think it over.” I turned back to the door.

  “Ten percent.”

  I stopped and turned back to him. “Twenty.”

  “Ten.”

  “Twenty,” I repeated.

  “Fifteen.”

  He had balls, trying to negotiate with me. But I respected a man with a sac. “Fifteen.”