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“Tell me!” I roar; my face twisted in fury as my fingers punish her.

She falls apart, body trembling as her pussy squeezes around my fingers. Her body locks tight as she sobs through an orgasm. “No!” she sobs.

And that one simple word douses the inferno raging inside of me.

Knowing that she sees what needs to happen is a balm to the burning inside of me. Her breathing is ragged as she slumps against me, her cheeks wet with tears. Leaning forward, I trail up her soft skin with my tongue, tasting her fear exploding on my tongue.

“Now,” I hum, standing up and bringing her with me. “I have a meeting to get through.” I place her softly on the table, my hands gripping either side of her shirt and tearing it open. With her skirt up at her hips and her tits bared to me, she looks fucking stunning. “So be a good girl and crawl to Matt. He can keep you busy while I do what I need to do.”

Chapter 16

Maddison

Perched on the edge of the table, my skin buzzing, my heart tries to break free from my ribs. My torn blouse hangs open, my skirt around my hips. Bared and vulnerable. Completely surrounded by killers.

This is the moment.

The one where a sensible person would scramble away. Where I should gather what dignity I have left and run, heels in hand, turning away from the huge red signs that flash danger.

Ash watches me through his lashes, his smile cocky and confident. Like he already knows I’m going to stay. As if my answer is obvious.

That’s what scares me the most.

With wide eyes, I look over my shoulder, turning to Matt. He hasn’t moved, just silently watching me. His expression is calm, as if this is totally normal for him. It probably is. Turns out I know nothing about the doings of gang members.

The table beneath my palms is cold and solid; my fingers curling against the wood as my mind fractures in two.

One side is screaming at me. Begging me to realise how wrong this is. How dangerous. Killing is killing, no matter who the target is. How can he say the words he says without feeling sick? How many people has he killed?

The other side whispers, quieter but stronger. Every cell in my body is vibrating with the words. You already crossed the line the moment you walked in.

My lungs fight for air. Ash’s stare pins me in place, his tongue fidgeting with his canine tooth. My pulse pounds in my ears as I shift my weight, knees pressing against the table. Although I’m crawling away from Ash, it feels more like I’m jumping off a cliff towards him.

Every eye in the room tracks me. I hate that I don’t feel embarrassed. I hate that I feel bigger and more me than I ever have. They are the criminals, the murderers, and they can’t take their eyes off me as my hips sway, making my way to the other end of the table. I feel them on me, watching me as I make my choice. Matt’s light eyes sparkle with want, and a small smile twists on my lips, shy all of a sudden.

He smiles back, all easy calm and quiet confidence as he leans back against the chair. And once again, I’m struck by how handsome he is. How handsome I find him. Because he is too damn handsome. I’ve never been into older guys before, but when they wear leather and are covered in ink, I suppose my pussy makes an exception.

He doesn’t move as I reach his end of the table. My breath turns shallow as I wait for him to react. His eyes meet mine, and for a split second, there’s something so gentle in them. Soft enough that I want to ask if he’s ever killed someone, because just for a moment, I could almost believe he hasn’t. But I guess I don’t want to know the answer, because I don’t open my mouth.

His hand rises slowly, palm open, settling at my hip. The grip is steady, reassuring in a way that makes my stomach flip. And I know everyone behind me can see it. How wet I am. How turned on I am.

“You alright?” he asks quietly, his voice a low, rough mumble.

I nod before I can overthink it, my throat thick with appreciation of his question.

That’s when everything changes.

His grip shifts without warning, fingers digging into my hips as he lifts me clean off the table. The sudden movement knocks the air from my lungs, a sharp gasp tearing from me as my hands scramble for balance. He turns me before setting me back down, manoeuvring my body like a doll until my ass is positioned directly in front of him, completely exposed.

My spine arches instinctively, feeling exposed from the position... and needy in a way I’ve never felt before.

“Stay,” he murmurs, hands gliding over my ass, squeezing softly.

I lift my head to find Ash watching, his jaw tightening when I meet his gaze. Something dark and satisfied flashes there before his focus shifts back to the room.

“I think we need to discuss the possibility that we might need to call a meeting with him,” Ash begins, addressing his guys.

My brows knit together, stunned that the meeting is actually continuing, until a warm tongue circles my clit from behind. Every thought evaporates. A low, broken sound spills from me as he sucks me into his mouth, before sliding his tongue deep inside me.