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  “Did you just call me a fucker?” he asked, half-amused and half-annoyed, before he narrowed his eyes, studying me further. When realization hit, his eyes shadowed, showing a depth of emotion I never expected from an Adrostos.

  “Killian?” I whispered aloud this time, my entire world coming to a halt as my ex-boyfriend, one of the men who still haunted my dreams, stared down at me.

  “Sana? Holy fuck,” he stuttered, taking my hand and dragging me behind him without another word. My brain stalled as I struggled to stay on my feet. My logic caught up with me two seconds later, reminding me that I wasn’t anyone’s toy and chastising me for letting him pull me around like a child.

  “Let go of me,” I growled, letting my body go slack enough to make him stumble, then pulling free. I turned to run, only making it to the alleyway before he had me pinned against the wall, his hand on my throat just tightly enough to show he was in charge. I sighed long and low but didn’t move, the light chokehold going straight to my fucking pussy. The sexual tension was electric as he leaned in, a steely grin on his face and sex in his eyes.

  “You don’t want that,” he challenged, flicking my nipple through my thin shirt. The traitorous fuckers were hard as hell, leaving no mystery that at least my body was into the close contact. He tightened his hold, studying me as I glared at him, making my hips rock forward as he pushed his body into mine.

  “Yes, I do,” I shot back, shoving my knee in his groin now that he’d shifted into the perfect position. He shuddered in response but didn’t loosen his hold on my throat. Instead, his eyes rolled back in his head as he breathed through it, the bulge he pressed into me never waning. He liked it rough, that much I knew, but this was a whole new level. I had to admit, I was intrigued.

  “Don’t worry, Sana. I like the pain,” he said, his laugh echoing in the alley. “Now stop fighting and come home with me. Let me show you how much I missed you.”

  “No,” I fired back with just as much intensity. “Who just demands to fuck five minutes after being reunited with their ex?!”

  “What happened to my Sana?” he asked as he purposefully tapped my shoulder harness. The question wasn’t full of his typical intensity, though his curiosity was laced with an underlying thread of possessiveness that was trademark Killian. “You used to be beautifully submissive.”

  “She died. This is who I am now,” I said simply, shoving him off of me while he was distracted by my words. “And I don’t stand for being shoved around. You don’t own me, Killian.”

  “Oh, my sweet, Sana, but I do. I have since you were sixteen,” he countered with a chuckle holding enough dark promise that I had to steel my spine to keep from shivering. “And now that you’re here, I promise you won’t be going anywhere. I’ve waited too fucking long for this.”

  “Like fuck I won’t,” I stated bluntly, turning and starting to run. My heart pounded in my chest as I tried to talk down my greedy pussy. The last thing I needed was to get involved with or distracted by the Adrostos. I was living on borrowed time and didn’t need the added complication. That was why I’d avoided them all these years. I had known they lived near Haverden, but back during our high school days, we’d purposefully avoided delving too deeply into our Family business. We knew we were all mafia and left it at that… It was safer that way. We were teens; we were all about what felt good at the time, fuck the complications.

  “Sana, Sana, Sana,” he taunted before suddenly grasping me around the waist and carrying me down the alley in the opposite direction. I rained blows on his back, legs, wherever I could reach as I screamed. Of course, he didn’t even flinch, power walking through the streets as people all too eagerly moved out of the way. I expected someone to threaten to call the cops or try to help me, but one flash of the gun beneath his jacket was all it took for them to look the other way. “You’re going to make me call for my brothers if you don’t quit.” His warning was followed by a solid smack to my ass, hard enough that fire burned along my skin and a yelp escaped, my protests drying up as my brain broke again. My pussy gave another throb, the rough possession he was displaying speaking to my kinky side in a way I hadn’t experienced in way too long.

  Knowing it was useless, I saved my energy for when he would eventually put me down, letting him carry me down yet another alley. Killian moved with an ease that spoke to how well he knew the back routes around this part of the city, and I wondered how we’d never run into each other before now. He stopped outside of a solid black door, shifting me and grabbing his keys out before unlocking the door and carrying me inside. I tried to lift my head and take in the dark building around me, but the fresh scent of cleaner and obscured view gave away nothing.

  “Put me down, Killian!” I ordered, and he froze, startling me. That can’t seriously have worked.

  “Right here?” he asked, amusement in his tone as he let me slide down his body. The sudden shifting had me wavering for a second as I blinked away the pounding in my ears. Now that I was on my feet I realized we were in a nightclub, empty this early in the day, but easily recognizable from the large dance floor, expansive bar, DJ stand, and overhead lights. “Remember, this is where you said to stop,” he said happily, reaching forward and pulling my jacket off before moving to my shirt.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” I yelled, covering my bra with my hands and stepping away, but he moved into my personal bubble without hesitation.

  “Undressing you, currently,” he said slowly, as though the issue was my comprehension and not my total lack of consent. Okay, I thought, feeling the wetness that had spread between my thighs, maybe not total lack of consent. I mean, the man’s still every bit as beautiful as he was a decade ago. “Then I’m going to bend you over that table right there and fuck you senselessly like I haven’t been able to do for the last eleven years.”

  “How about no,” I laughed, dangerously intrigued despite my common sense, but he was already moving forward, something dark flashing in his eyes as he reached for the harness and carefully slid it off before roughly grabbing the cups of my bra and tearing it in half. My breasts fell free, and his gaze darkened as he took me in, the lack of coverage revealing my still pebbled nipples. The slight tic in his jaw told me that I was pushing all the right buttons, but if he was any bit like the man I remembered, he was on the edge of releasing his volatile temper.

  “That’s not your choice anymore. You left without a word!” he yelled, veins bulging in his neck as his hurt and anger leaked through. A flash of guilt hit me, but I’d had no choice back then, and I wouldn’t apologize now. Without warning, he turned me, bending me roughly over a table so my nipples slammed painfully into the tabletop. “Now let me punish you in the only way I know how to.”

  “No,” I protested one last time, “gol—”

  “Don’t. Only use it if you truly mean it, Otsana,” he warned, pausing. We’d established our safeword years ago, and it was the one unbreakable rule between us. It was my foolproof weapon to yield, but I had been trained well, and despite any reservations I currently might have had, my body begged for me to keep it holstered. Knowing as well as he did that he’d just made his simplest yet effective argument, I let out a frustrated sigh but didn’t say it.

  “Good girl,” he praised mockingly, and before I could say anything back, my pants were already down, his hand pushing aside the thin layer of lace covering my pussy to slide his fingers into my slick core. Any possible protests fell away as he pumped his fingers in and out of me, the only hint at foreplay before I heard his zipper open and my legs were shoved apart. I hissed at the sting of my panties digging into my skin as he literally ripped them off of me. Holy fuck, why is he so fucking sexy and infuriating?

  “Say you’re sorry and tell me how much you missed this dick,” he ordered, gathering a handful of hair in his hand and tightening painfully, my scalp stinging as he shifted my head to the side. Leaning close, he waited, denying me what my body craved. “Now, Baby Girl.”

  “I’m not sor
ry,” I growled, “and I’ve had whatever dick I wanted for the last eleven years. Plenty that were better than you.” A slap hit my bare ass, and I moaned, sliding forward on the table to escape the exquisite torture, my hard nipples rubbing along the cool tabletop and making it feel so much better.

  “You will be,” he said, plunging into me without warning and burying himself to the hilt. I hissed at the burn of his cock stretching me, but he braced one hand on my shoulder and the other on my hip, slamming into me relentlessly and stealing away my focus. After the first thrust, I realized he was pierced, his studs heightening the intensity as I panted and writhed under him. “When I tell you that you aren’t going to run away this time, I mean it. You don’t want me to hunt you down, Baby Girl.”

  “Fuck you,” I panted, wanting to rile him up as much as I was. The fist in my hair pulled harder, and my gasp was met with another smack on my ass. His hand left my hip before he slammed his phone on the table next to my face. I leaned up to see what he was doing just as he hit ‘call group,’ putting it on speaker. His hand didn’t return to my hip, instead wrapping lightly around my throat.

  “Kill?” a voice similar to Killian’s answered, and I froze, well as much as I could while being relentlessly fucked by a fucking psycho.

  “You’ll never guess what I’m doing, Keir,” he said pointedly, just so I’d know who he was talking to. His voice was husky as he talked, shifting and pulling a moan from me just so his brothers could hear it. I growled before he put slight pressure on my throat, and I had to focus on drawing in normal breaths instead of the screams that wanted to be released.

  “Did you call us while fucking, again?” another voice growled, the third brother, I could only assume, his tone deeper than the other two.

  “Of course I did, Ky,” he continued on, not addressing the fucking. He didn’t slow down either, mercilessly bringing me to the edge. My legs shook before he paused, edging me expertly like he still knew my body in ways that no longer belonged to him. Not anymore. “You wouldn’t believe how fucking tight she is. And these tits?” He finished with a groan to emphasize his point.

  “Shut the fuck up,” Keir breathed, laughing quietly.

  “Let’s hear her,” Ky ordered, the following silence giving Killian a chance to answer. He chuckled and let go of my neck, moving his hand down my body and around us to tease my throbbing clit, roughly bringing me right back to the edge until I was gasping and moaning.

  “Come, Baby Girl. Let them hear you,” he ordered, moving yet again. The subtle change in angle was the final straw. He slid his fingers over my clit, and my orgasm hit me so hard I screamed, gripping the table as my pussy fluttered around him. His deft fingers continued teasing my clit, making me sob as the sensitivity became overwhelming. There was no pause for a full breath, let alone time to come down, before he had me coming a second time. This time, he came with me, pulling out and aiming his dick so he spurted his cum over my back, marking me as his.

  “Fuck,” one of his brothers rasped, the heavy breathing telling me they’d enjoyed the show.

  “She’s perfect,” Killian informed them.

  “I can't wait to find out,” they agreed at the same time. The promise made me bite my lip to hide a moan before Killian’s lack of response made me realize that this wasn’t some girlish fantasy. Holy shit, are they serious? My chest constricted at the thought of the others, the three of them sharing me. Even though Kill was being a dick at the moment, I really did miss them all.

  Killian hung up without warning before using the scraps of my bra to wipe my back off, tossing it in a nearby trash can while I pulled my surviving clothes back on.

  “Fuck, the shop!” I yelled, cursing under my breath as I danced around and pulled on my shoes. Despite the adrenaline rushing through my system thanks to my now late morning, I wasn’t quite over Killian’s grabby presumptions. Letting my anger fuel me, I slammed my fist into his jaw before turning and heading out of the door. Definitely not giving that dick time to retaliate or talk me into another round. I walked as quickly as I could, but no more than five seconds after the door slammed behind me, I heard him yelling for me to stop. Well, good thing I’m wearing boots today. Ignoring him, I ran all the way to the store, Killian trailing angrily behind me. I froze just outside of the building, turning and yelling, “Don’t ever fucking try and pull this shit again. I am not the Otsana you fucking knew!” Just as I turned around, one of my regulars pulled up, and I had to take a deep breath to compose myself, pulling my jacket tighter around me to conceal that I was wearing a thin, damp tee with nothing underneath.

  “Hey, Sana!” Gabe called out as he stepped out of his car in front of my shop, Gamester’s Paradise, arriving at the same time I did. “Are the preorders in?!”

  “You know it! Come on in. It’ll just be a sec while I open,” I said breathlessly, giving him a smile and ignoring the angry man behind me. I’d bet if I looked back he’d be huffing like a bull. He could fuck right off, though. I’d doled out the latest game pre-order pickups at last night’s release, and I was exhausted, especially after my hitman encounter and the unexpected reunion with Killian.

  My morning routine was fairly simple, so five minutes later, I was digging through the box for his copy and daydreaming about my lost morning hot chocolate. It was about to be a busy as fuck day, and I had no energy left. It almost made me reconsider my hate for coffee. Let’s not be drastic, Sana.

  “Here you go,” I said, sliding the game over to him and watching Gabe’s face light up despite his obvious nerves. He kept glancing back at Killian who was now standing in the corner, glaring. Gabe was the most easygoing person I’d ever met and so unlike anyone else in my life that I didn’t mind him hanging around the shop, but now he’d likely run and never come back.

  “Yes! Fuck sleep, I’ll be stocking up on energy drinks and snacks on the way home!” he said, saluting me and practically running out of the door with his game clutched to his chest like he was protecting it from the harsh world.

  “Really?” I asked, throwing up my hands. “Not only was I late to open up and made a loyal customer wait, you’re also going to scare him away for good.”

  “Let me get this straight,” he said, ignoring my tirade and pushing off from the wall to stalk closer as he gave my shop a judgmental once over. “You’re the daughter of one of the most prominent families in Chicago, and you went to boarding school with us, so you probably have more money than you know what to do with, and now you own a tiny game shop?”

  “You know nothing about me or my life anymore, Adrostos, so you can fuck right off,” I warned. Happy to focus on anything other than him, I turned and grabbed a heavy box from the floor, lifting it onto the counter and unloading its contents onto the shelf behind the counter with me.

  “And whose fault is that?” he growled. Ah, there’s that Adrostos temper again. In a move that might have actually surprised me, he took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

  “First, you ruin my fucking hot chocolate, and now you disrespect my hard work and me? Get the fuck out, Killian! I don’t want you here,” I said, though the words actually made me wince. His answering bark of laughter was so startling I dropped the stack of games, the cases clattering to the floor as my eyes and attention shifted to him.

  “Oh, but Sana, you do,” he said. Okay, I definitely need to cap this bad habit at three times. This dick has no idea what I truly want.

  “Who are you to say what I do and don’t want?” I growled. “Once again, I was a kid when we were together. You didn’t truly know me then, and you sure as fuck don’t know me now.”

  “I will, Sana, that’s a promise. I’ll let you get over this little fit of yours for now. We’ll pick you up at…” He trailed off as he walked to the door, checking the hours. “Seven.” Without further words, he walked out, leaving me dumbfounded.

  Did that just fucking happen? Wait, pick me up for what?

  The afternoon passed by at a snail’s pace,
my mind straying to Killian and the ridiculous, mind-blowing morning we’d just had. My blood still boiled that he thought he could use me, but I had to admit that what I’d said to Killian hadn’t been true. I’d had a few nameless encounters over the years... Hell, they might as well be faceless for the lack of impression they’d left behind. No one had ever been able to match the lust Killian had ignited in me, the same lust that I’d fallen prey to just this morning. Not that you really tried that hard to get away, Sana. Could’ve used the safeword if you really didn’t want it... Was he really the only one using someone?

  No matter how hard I tried to focus, my mind refused to cooperate. Thankfully, customers were slower today, which was fairly typical after a big release. It was even better for me since I looked like a slob with a dark brown stain on my shirt thanks to Kill slamming into me and spilling my drink. Thank god Larry cools them down for me, or I’d have some less than attractive burns to deal with too, I thought with an eye roll.

  The bell on the door rang, and I peeked out of the back to see a man in a dark suit coming in, shopping bag and coffee cup in hand. He definitely didn’t look like much of a gamer, so my guess was that he was here for my other merchandise. Killian could scoff at my store all he wanted. It was attitudes like his that helped me keep my backroom weapons deals under the radar of anyone who mattered. So far, I’d been careful, keeping tight-lipped about myself and my stock and not taking on new clients without thoroughly checking them out. “Can I help you?”

  “Otsana Adrostos?” The last name made me curl my lip, unamused and unsurprised that Killian wasn’t reining in his possessive side. Grandfather had changed my name to Ana Parker, though I still told people my name was Otsana and went by Sana… I was finding freedom definitely fed my rebellious side, and I wasn’t about to trade in a speck of it to feed Killian’s ego.