Chapter 9 Storm #2
My fingers are trembling when I manage to get undressed enough to fuck her, and I couldn’t care less because she’s on my lap with her delectable tits in my face…and my knife in her hand.
“Take what you want, Angel. Hurt me. Make me bleed if you need to.”
While I wait to see what she’s going to do with the knife, I guide my achingly hard cock to her entrance and groan at the wet silk ready to swallow me whole.
Phoenix sinks down when I thrust up and the pleasure she moans sets me off. But she’s got that blade, and I don’t want to pull her too close in case she gets cut accidentally.
I can barely concentrate when she guides her tongue to my arm again, licking the small amount of blood that remains.
“Mine,” she whispers as she begins to move, rocking her hips and taking every inch I can give her.
I am hers. I know it. I’ve known it since before I knew exactly what it would mean. But it’s the truth. She rides my cock like a queen. I worship her without even trying. And she can cut me to fucking ribbons and I’ll still ask for more.
The rest of the world can fuck off. Phoenix? She can cut my heart out, and I’d beg her to stitch it up and do it all over again.
“Fuck,” I mutter as her pussy starts to flutter, squeezing my dick until it feels impossible to move any more.
The blade comes forward, and I’m trembling in anticipation of her cutting me while I get to fuck her.
Except, the tip isn’t touching me. It’s pressed against the swell of Phoenix’s breast, and she presses into that perfect skin as the orgasm tears through her body.
As soon as the first drop of blood starts to drop, I’m coming inside her perfect heat.
Licking the blood? That’s my way of making sure Phoenix knows she belongs to me just as much as I belong to her.
I don’t even care that I’ll be sharing her for the rest of our lives.
“This is hot and all. But we have work to do.” Maverick wipes his lip from the doorway, and Phoenix smiles at him like the goddess she is. But what catches my eye is the fact that Zeus is staring right at Phoenix’s ass on my lap with his tongue out.
Fucking dog watched me fuck her, right alongside Phoenix.
“You’re in my bed tonight, Firebird. That was too much for me.”
I can’t help but shake my head when he reaches down and adjusts his obvious erection.
“That’s okay.” I tell Phoenix as I kiss her neck. “He can have you tonight. You’re dripping with my cum, and we both know you’ll be feeling me until he fucks you later.”
Phoenix whimpers as I pull out of her body and put my cock away. I help her get dressed before I press a soft kiss to her lips.
“Perfection, Angel. Sheer perfection.”
Once I’m back in my office with Mav sitting across from me, the post-orgasm haze is completely gone.
“So you’ve fired how many so far?” He’s checking the numbers for the promotion he’s planning, staring at his tablet while I’m making sure the latest round of termination letters are up to par.
“Twenty so far.” I barely glance up from my computer screen. “Maybe firing the last one for fucking his girlfriend on the clock was a little much, but he also had a ridiculous amount of call outs from work, so I don’t care.”
Mav snorts. “Yeah, because it’s not like you didn’t just fuck our girl in the middle of the day.”
I can’t help the shrug of my shoulders. “Perks of being the bosses, right?”
“Conrad shreds two contracts with suppliers, drafts three better ones, swaps providers, and lands brand deals with gifts for high-roller nights, Atticus reworked our entire payroll system. And you’re making a dent with our goal without even breaking a sweat.” Mav taps away. “This is perfect.”
“You’re in your element, too, Mav. That’s just as important.” I remind him. “You built a marketing empire almost completely overnight, launched influencer campaigns, and used a social media algorithm from Atticus to help target whales and creators with actual conversions.”
In just one week, we've already gained eight percent.
We're fucking machines.
But even machines break eventually, and our cracks are showing.
Every time the phone rings, I jump, waiting for the next body to fall.
I doubt Atticus has slept for longer than twenty minutes at a stretch, still hunting whoever hacked us and left us a corpse.
Conrad's temper has stayed paper-thin; the other day I watched him slam a door so hard its window-glass spidered.
Maverick spends his days smiling until his face hurts. Fake it until we fucking fix it.
I may have left a knife in the wall yesterday when a bartender lied about his whereabouts during the murder window. Not that I thought he was involved, but I was trying to rule out suspects while doing the massive layoffs.
Worse, Phoenix still looks over her shoulder. She's stopped fighting to be included in everything, which bothers me.
She's silent about the texts, avoiding confrontation, dancing around us like she's terrified of upsetting the status quo. That is not the fiery angel I know. I want her fight, I want her demands, but she does nothing.
It's driving us all insane and I’m about to snap when Atticus drags us all out of the suite after dinner.
No one says a word until all five of us are up in the offices overlooking the casino.
“There aren’t any bugs in here.” He mutters unhelpfully. “I’ve got a system to sweep our floor, but I haven’t had time to use it properly yet.”
Maverick leans against the wall, arms crossed. Conrad sits, jaw clenched. Phoenix is in the corner, watching like a ghost while Zeus takes his position at Phoenix’s feet. I take the chair beside her, my blade already spinning in my hand because of course Atticus is speaking in fucking riddles.
“They haven’t made a move,” Atticus says quietly. “But they didn’t leave that body for no reason. They are waiting, watching us lose our minds."
He turns his laptop screen toward the rest of us, showing us an active feed of a map with red and yellow blobs. Heat signatures.
“They’ve been watching us. They’ve got eyes on the resort.”
“How many?” Conrad asks as we all lean forward.
“Too many.”
“What are they waiting for?” I ask, not letting my fear for Phoenix show on my face.
Atticus looks at Phoenix, and she flinches, her head down.
“I’m not sure, and that’s what scares me.”
But watching Phoenix, it’s clear she doesn’t trust us enough to share… and I’m pretty sure that her secret is going to be our downfall.