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Almost as if he couldn't resist, his hand found its way to her hair, gripping her tresses roughly. Instinctively, he began combatting her bouncing by thrusting his dick into her roughly. A shrilling scream of ecstasy poured out of her as she gripped his shoulders in hopes of regaining her power. Tears clogged her eyes at the feeling of the pressure that continued to accumulate in her stomach.

"Shit! Oh my God!" she whimpered almost as if she was imploring him to show mercy.

Priest pulled Britain close so she was wrapped in his arms and his head was nestled in the crook of her neck. As she panted breathlessly, she was able to hear the sweet nothings he was speaking into her ear while he continued to ram himself deep inside her. The sweet compliments that consisted of him professing his love for her always brought a flutter to her heart while the sultry and nasty compliments only made Britain's pussy wetter.

Britain rolled her hips, creating the perfect rhythm that complimented the thrust of his strokes. Her moans grew louder while his grip grew tighter. Her nails dug into the skin of his tattooed back as she continued to ride his dick.

With his perfect balance of pain and pleasure, Priest wrapped his hand around her neck aggressively. He positioned her head so they were face to face with their eyes staring into each other. Roughly, Priest pulled Britain into another steamyand passionate kiss that allowed their tongues to battle for dominance.

"Cum for me,Gioia," he encouraged her with his rugged baritone voice that waved through her ears. “Let that shit out.”

His voice and command held so much power over her. As he fucked her passionately, she felt her insides knot up as the pleasure became overwhelming. She could see him coming to his end as well. His thick brows bumped together as his dark eyes grew hooded. He made every last one of his strokes into her count. His aggression evoked loud moans out of her that continued to circulate throughout the bedroom. She could feel her breathing grow choppy as her white painted toes curled in ecstasy.

"Fuck! Priest!" she bellowed as her orgasm ripped through her body. She threw her head back in bliss as her mouth remained agape so her moans could stream out of her endlessly.

He released her neck from his hold, drifting both of his hands down to her petite waist. As her body grew light from the feeling of her cum pooling out of her, Priest made sure to keep their same rhythm by lifting her up and down on his dick. As her body-quaking orgasm intensified, he was nearing his climax. She could feel his grip on her tighten. She grabbed his face, pulling his lips to hers for a wet, sloppy kiss as he bust his warm nut inside of her wet walls.

Eventually, they parted from the kiss, both panting from the work they put in. "I love you, yo," he professed before sitting a light kiss on her forehead.

A light smile canvassed her face as she rested her head on his chest. "I love you too.”

After regaining their strength, he followed behind her to the bathroom so they could clean up with a steamy shower. "So how bad will you and the guys be at it once they get here?" she asked as she lathered his back with soap.

A chuckle aired out of him as his broad shoulders motioned in a shrug. "Kaymen, I don't have to worry about much. J'Ru, that nigga knows exactly what to say and do to get under my fucking skin," he replied as he shook his head. Most of the arguments the three men had over the phone were usually between J'Ru and Priest while Kaymen tried his best to tame the egos and anger of both men before they ended up saying something that was unforgivable. It was always like this, though. J'Ru and Priest fought so hard that they sometimes came to blows, but they never went too far to where they couldn't patch up their brotherhood.

Priest already knew what type of time J'Ru was on when he advised him he would be flying to Italy. J'Ru was impatient, and he liked structure. As soon as something wasn't moving how it was supposed to, he was on to the next, not bothering to wait it out.

"That's what brothers do," Britain responded with a light laugh.

Priest nodded his head, agreeing with her. "Facts. But whatever Ru about to do after this visit is what's really stressing me out. Kaymen can only do so much when it comes to how J'Ru handles things. J’Ru really only hears me out when he starts thinking irrationally," Priest explained to her with a deep sigh. If he didn't have things figured out by the end of the week so a shipment could be headed to New York, there was no telling what lengths J'Ru would go to so he could get some supply. Not only was the fate of the business depending on this next move, but so was a lot of people's safety.

"You don't think you'll have things figured out in time?" Britain asked as they switched roles so that now he was lathering her back.

A stress-ridden breath drew out of him. "Ain't no telling," he said as he shrugged once more.

"Why don't you just let them know?" Britain raised her brow.

Peering down at her with a light smirk etching his face, Priest responded, "‘Cause it don't mean I'm not about to bust my ass to try. Hopefully shit plays out in my favor."

1 WEEK LATER

Britain thanked Priest for aiding her into the car. It was Monday, and, as promised, Kaymen and J'Ru were landing at the ramp from New York. It was evident that he wasn't thrilled to be having his guys in Italy, especially under the circumstances. The deal that he, Matteo and Suzette were working on to get product fell short, and, to everyone's surprise, it was because of Priest.

Priest was well-known out in New York, something he thought would never make its way out to Italy. The reason he made the move to Italy was due to the fact that there wasn't anything out there that could tie him back to The States. He didn't think Italians would be keeping up with what he had going on back in The States, but that was where he went wrong: he assumed. The one crew who met the criteria for the demand Suzette and Matteo pulled didn't even want to cross paths with Priest. They thought Priest was a walking target for the Feds, so they bowed out of the meeting, which left Suzette, Matteo and Priest back at square one.

Priest made his way around the vehicle, getting in himself. He brought the Range Rover to life with the press of a button. As he navigated out of the gates of the home, he let a heavy sigh drift out of him. Britain placed her hand on the side of his face, gently caressing his beard with her thumb.

"Cheer up, buttercup," she teased him, hoping to get him to crack a laugh.

Amused by her, Priest chuckled. "You gotta chill with the buttercup shit," he said, shaking his head.

In laughter herself, she jokingly nudged him. "Alright, but it got you to smile, though. That's all that matters. Your face been screwed up all week," she enlightened him.

Unbeknownst to him, his energy had been down for the past week. He thought he was keeping business out of the home since Britain hadn't been questioning him much, but clearly, he was wrong.

With a light shrug of his broad shoulders, Priest responded, "My fault. Having Ru and Kay here is just a blow up waiting to happen."

"You did the best you could. They should get that."