Page 23 of All’s Fair In Love & War (The Bulgari Cartel #2)

My hands instantly moved to her waist, and I flipped her around, my fingers digging into her flesh as I pulled her closer, grinding my dick against her ass. She moaned, a low, throaty sound that vibrated through my chest and rippled through me like a shockwave.

“I am now,” I growled, my voice rough, commanding.

I slapped her ass, and the sound echoed off the tiled walls. Tandy cried out, arching into me.

“Say goodbye to your legs, baby—’cause I’m not making love to this pussy. I’ma fuck you so deep, your legs gon’ forget how to work.”

“Do it.” Tandy nodded, her breath hitching as my hand tangled in her curls, yanking her head back.

I nipped at her neck, teeth sinking into her skin only enough to make her gasp, and then, I lifted her chin, smashing my lips against hers. We were all teeth and tongue, the kiss deep and possessive as my tongue claimed her mouth with a sense of ownership.

When the need for air hit, Tandy broke away with a gasp and spun around.

Her hands dropped to my dick, fingers wrapping around the base.

She could barely grip all of it, but the pressure was tight enough to make my hips jerk forward on reflex.

Tandy squeezed, stroked, and pulled until I was hard as steel.

She knew exactly what I needed and how fast to give it.

She dropped to her knees without needing a word, her movements smooth, practiced, and her mouth already open like she’d been craving the taste of me on her tongue.

Tandy looked up once before wrapping her lips around the head and swallowing my dick, letting spit gather until it dripped from the corner of her mouth.

I gripped her hair in a tight fist and drove myself deep, thrusting into her throat like she was nothing but a hole for me to use. Her gag hit the air, loud and wet, but I didn’t stop, and didn’t slow down.

I fucked her mouth with no mercy, hips snapping forward with force, the base of my dick slapping against her face as her nails scratched at my thighs. Her eyes watered, black lashes fluttering, but she stayed right there, taking it.

And Felicity watched all of it, eyes locked on me—not Tandy, not what I was doing to her— me . She didn’t blink, didn’t flinch. She didn’t even pretend to be bothered.

She looked like she was enjoying the show.

Her legs parted wider, flashing me a pussy so wet, so pink and glistening, it had my mouth watering.

I wanted to drop to my knees and taste her until she forgot her name.

But then she used those fingers—those same slick, delicate fingers—to spread herself open, slow and bold, like she knew exactly what it would do to me.

Jealousy burned through me so hot and violently, I felt it in my teeth. It crawled from the top of my head to the soles of my feet, tightening every muscle in my body. She was showing me what I couldn’t touch.

Her fingers slid over her clit, slow circles at first, teasing. She was working herself up like she had something to prove, like she was the one in control.

I growled low, the sound barely human, and yanked Tandy off me with a wet pop. Spit trailed from her mouth to the head of my dick before it snapped and fell away. Her lips were swollen, face soaked, eyes half-lidded with pleasure—but I wasn’t looking at her.

I fisted her hair and pulled her up hard, making her moan and love every second of my roughness. Turning her around, I bent her over the bench, gripping her waist so hard I knew there would be bruises left behind.

Felicity was still watching, still touching herself, and I was about to show her what she’d started.

I spread Tandy’s legs open and slammed into her, pulling a cry from her throat so loud it echoed. Her body bucked, but I held her in place with one hand flat on her back and the other gripping her hip.

I fucked her like I was punishing her for Felicity's boldness. Like I needed her to feel everything Felicity made me want to do to her. Each stroke was brutal. Precise. Designed to break her down.

The sound of skin slapping skin filled the steam-heavy air, her moans mixing with the smack of my hips crashing into her over and over. Her body trembled, toes curling against the wet tile, but I didn’t let up.

And still, Felicity didn’t look away.

Her hand moved faster now, fingers slick with arousal, her mouth slightly open, chest rising and falling, her other hand pinching her nipple as she moaned through gritted teeth like she was the one getting wrecked.

We locked eyes again, and neither of us blinked.

I slammed into Tandy harder.

Felicity’s legs shook.

And in that moment, I couldn’t tell who was getting fucked harder—Tandy under me, or Felicity in her own head.

Then she smiled that wicked, knowing smile and started walking over without waiting for permission. She moved like the room belonged to her. Like I belonged to her. Like she knew I wouldn’t stop her. As if she knew she could do whatever she wanted without receiving punishment for her actions.

And maybe she was correct.

Felicity slid in front of the bench, bold as hell, forcing space between Tandy and the wall, not giving a fuck how tight the space was.

She sat down with her legs wide, her pussy still glistening, her eyes on mine like she dared me to say something.

Grabbing a fistful of Tandy’s curls, she shoved her face straight between her thighs, grinding against her mouth without warning.

Tandy let out a muffled sound, then leaned in, licking like she was starving. Her hands gripped Felicity’s thighs, holding tight as she buried her face deeper, tongue flicking and stroking with practiced skill.

But I wasn’t watching Tandy.

I was watching her .

Felicity tilted her head back, lips parted, eyes fluttering but never closing all the way. She was moaning—soft at first, then deeper, letting the sounds pour out like she didn’t care who heard her fall apart.

Her hips rolled with each pass of Tandy’s tongue, slow and confident. She wasn’t rushing. She was savoring the power shift— my power shift.

And fuck… my dick had never been this hard.

I was still inside Tandy, her walls squeezing around me like she didn’t know whether to focus on getting fucked or doing the fucking. I slammed into her harder, and she cried out against Felicity’s pussy, the sound vibrating straight into her.

Felicity gasped, her hand tightening in Tandy’s hair, her eyes locking on mine again. Her cheeks were flushed, and her breaths were coming in sharp bursts, but underneath it all was control. Pure, raw, female power. She was showing off, letting me know she could take the reins whenever she wanted.

And I loved that shit.

I’d never seen anything nastier. Never felt anything that turned me on this violently.

This wasn’t a game anymore.

This was war.

The moment Tandy screamed and I felt her hot cum coat my dick, I pulled out, her body trembling around the loss. She slumped forward, breathless, soaked, and satisfied. I guided her back to the bench and let her fall into it, spent.

Then I grabbed Felicity—without warning—and yanked her to her feet.

I had told myself I wouldn't fuck her. Wouldn't taste her. Wouldn’t touch her until she got on her knees and begged for it. Swore I wouldn't do shit to her until she begged for it. And here I was, breaking my own rules. I had lied to the one person I said I never would, my damn self.

And I didn’t care.

Not anymore.

Because she looked at me like she knew I would. Like she’d been waiting for this moment the whole time.

I lifted her straight off the ground like she weighed nothing, hands gripping her thighs as I settled her onto my shoulders and slammed her back against the wall.

Her pussy sat right in my face, fat, wet, and glistening, and I didn’t waste a damn second.

Burying my tongue between her lips, I devoured her like I’d been starving and she was the only food that could nourish me.

She screamed the moment my tongue hit her clit, one of those sounds she couldn't control. Her back arched, hands scrambling for anything to hold onto. When she couldn’t find anything, her nails dug into my shoulders, and she pushed back, trying to run from this pressure.

But there was no escape.

I licked, sucked, and spat on her pussy before dragging my tongue through the mess. I flattened it, circled her clit, then sucked it between my lips until she damn near lost her mind.

“Khalil—fuck—Khalil!” she cried out, voice breaking.

She tried to push me back, tried to squirm away, but my grip on her thighs tightened, locking her in place. Her legs trembled, stomach flexing every time I switched pace, every time I pulled back just to slap her clit with the flat of my tongue.

“Please… please—let me down—” she begged, and I growled against her clit, the sound vibrating through her entire body as I went deeper, licking like I was trying to reach her soul.

“Nah. You gon’ take this shit. You think I forgot?” I pulled my mouth from her clit, my breath hot and wet against her lips. “You really thought you were doing something when my sister was here. Talk that shit now.”

Felicity smirked through her ragged breaths, her chest rising and falling like she wasn’t already shaking in my grip. “I will. Don’t get me started, nigga.”

I sank my teeth into the inside of her thigh, hard enough to leave a mark. She gasped, body jerking, nails digging into my scalp like she was trying to hold on to her last bit of pride.

“Run your mouth again,” I warned, licking over the bite. “See how long I make you wait to cum.”

“You talk too much,” she snapped back. “That wouldn’t be a problem if you were doing your job. Eat, nigga!”

My eyes narrowed, and I let out a dark, dangerous chuckle. “Oh, you bold as hell tonight.”

Then I locked eyes with her and spat on her pussy, letting the wetness drip down her slit before I slowly slid my tongue over it as if I was claiming every inch of her.

She trembled, breath stuttering as my mouth went to work, tongue dragging across her clit, lips sucking, then biting, switching up the pressure just to keep her guessing.

I didn’t eat pussy to please; I devoured it to destroy.

Felicity screamed, voice bouncing off the walls as her fingers twisted in my hair, pulling hard, then pushing even harder, like she couldn’t decide whether to run or ride it out.

“You ever squirted from getting your pussy ate?” I groaned, eyes flicking up to her face.

“N-n-no,” she rasped, breath shaky. “And I don’t want to.”

“Too bad that ain’t up to you.” I licked my lips as I glanced over my shoulder. “Tandy. Come here. Handle these for me.” I reached up and grabbed one of her breasts, squeezing it tight.

“Mmm,” she purred, as she stood, already moving our way. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Beside me, Tandy’s hands sliding up Felicity’s torso before cupping both breasts, thumbing her nipples until they hardened against her palms. She leaned in, sucking one into her mouth, swirling her tongue while Felicity moaned louder, losing her rhythm, her body buckling between us.

When her head snapped back, her cries getting higher, I dove back in, lips locked around her clit, tongue moving faster, deeper, slipping lower to tease the edge of her entrance before circling right back up.

Her thighs clenched around my head, but I didn’t stop. Wouldn’t stop. I already knew the rhythm, the pressure, the exact flick of my tongue that would unravel her completely.

And when I felt it, that shift in her body, that tremble in her core, the way her hips started grinding with no rhythm—I knew.

“Go ahead,” I growled against her pussy. “Let that shit go, and you better make a fucking mess.”

“Khalil!” Felicity screamed my name so loud it echoed, fingers clawing at Tandy’s back as her body locked up and squirted all over my face. Hot, wet release drenched my mouth, my chin, my chest, and I licked through it like it was water in the desert.

“Goddamn…I was waiting to see that.” Tandy whispered before lowering her head between her legs to get a taste.

Our tongues met as we both lapped at Felicity’s pussy, savoring the sweetness of her essence. Felicity was shaking, breaths ragged, eyes glazed over, slumped against the wall.

But I wasn’t done.

Not even close.

“Now,” I said, my tone dripping with satisfaction, “you ready to fall in line—or you still feeling brave?”

Felicity was a mess.

Legs shaking, thighs soaked, hair clinging to her face, and her body was limp in my hands, but her eyes still burned with defiance. She’d squirted all over my face, clawed my shoulders raw, and melted in Tandy’s mouth, and still… that mouth hadn’t learned.

After lowering her to her feet, I took a step back, dick hard and heavy in my hand. Felicity looked down at it, up at me, then back down at it again, and when she opened her mouth, her voice cracked, all that attitude buried beneath a layer of desperation she couldn’t hide.

“Yes,” she whispered, but I knew she was only saying that because she wanted me inside her, beating up her walls as I had Tandy’s.

I stepped closer, letting her feel the heat of it near her core. Her hand reached for it, fingertips brushing against the tip, but I caught her wrist and locked eyes with her.

“Say it louder,” I said.

She licked her lips, frustration building. “Please… Khalil. I need it.”

I leaned in, brushing my lips against her ear. “You need it, or do you need me?”

“I need your dick inside me. I want it, Khalil. Fuck me,” she answered, and I tsked, shook my head, and smiled.

Felicity will never learn.

I stepped back, widening the distance between us, my control the only thing keeping me from fucking her against the glass until she couldn’t walk straight.

“Nah,” I said coolly. “You still think this shit’s a game. Still think you’re running something in my house.”

I tilted my head, eyes dragging over her bare, trembling body.

“You really thought you could play me... and win?”

When she didn’t answer, I leaned in, pressed a slow kiss to her cheek goodbye, and turned my back on her.

“You wanted the show. You got it. Next time? Watch your mouth, and answer like you know I’m the muthafucka in charge, and I run this bitch.”

Then I walked away, leaving her soaked, throbbing, and no closer to getting what she really wanted.