Page 12 of C is For Corruption (Horsemen #3)

Victoria

After I chatted with Dawn in the greenhouse, I went back to exploring the house.

It didn't take long for me to fully explore, and I found myself outside the home office.

Az was seated behind the desk, his hands tugging at his hair in frustration as he studied something on the laptop in front of him.

Clearly, he was stressed, and if the dark circles under his eyes were any indication, he wasn't sleeping well either.

Before I could second-guess myself, I strolled into the room. “You remind me of my mother right now,” I said with a soft smile, causing Az's gaze to snap to mine.

“I’m not sure how I should take that, Love.” He replied, the corners of his lips tugging down.

“She used to work herself into the ground too. Just like you appear to be doing right now. Come to think of it, my father is also a workaholic. I suppose that means I was destined to follow her footsteps and find my own.”

“Yeah, I’m sure Prudence would have loved the idea of you ending up with guys like us.” Az snorted. “Her ideal workaholic for you was probably a doctor or a lawyer. Not four mobsters.”

Shrugging, I let my fingers trail along the desk as I moved around it to step into his space. “She wouldn’t have cared about the things you think. She’d have only cared that you make me happy and that you’re all good men.”

Az studied my face as if searching for something. “I’m glad you’re happy, Love, but… We’re not good men.”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re the boogeymen,” I rolled my eyes and pushed on his shoulder, making him scoot the chair back so I could slide into his lap. “I’m going to find you under my bed one day just waiting to gobble me up.”

His hands settled around my waist as he chuckled. “Yes, exactly. We’re going to eat you up. But, that’s not what I meant and you know it. Good men, they do the ‘right thing’ all the time. They’re selfless. We’re the farthest thing you can get from that.”

“You’re–”

“If we ever lost you,” his arms tightened around my waist, “it’d be everyone’s fucking problem until we got you back. I’d step on every neck, and burn every bridge until the whole city was on fire if that’s what it took to have you returned to me… to us.”

“That’s probably true,” I replied, Leighton’s tendency to create chaos coming to mind. “But you’d never hurt me, and if I wanted to go…"

“That’s the only way I could let you go,” Az interjected, finishing my thought. “If you wanted to leave, of your own accord, Love, I would let you. It would be the hardest fucking thing I’d ever do, but I would.”

I tapped his nose with my finger and smiled. “And that is what makes you a good man.” I leaned forward and kissed the corners of his lips. “The four of you are perfectly good men… aside from all the mafia stuff, y’know, little shit like that.”

Az threw his head back, letting out an infectious, deep belly laugh. Before I knew it, we were both chuckling as he cuddled me in his lap. It felt good and needed . Once we'd caught our breath, he touched his forehead to mine with a soft smile.

“Well, you know, nobody’s perfect.”

His words only made me want to feel closer to him, to remove everything that was separating us until there was nothing but pure pleasure left. “I know how you can make it a little more perfect and prove just how good a man you are,” I smirked.

“Oh, do you now, Love?” He replied, arching a brow. “And how is that?”

“I’m going to go close that door and when I get back over here, you can bend me over this desk and fuck me to within an inch of my life.”

“That might be what you think you want, but it’s not what you need. It’s not what we need.”

My lower lip jutted out before I could stop it. “Are you turning me down Az Casadei?”

“Love, if I ever do that, it's a case of the body snatchers, and you should run,” he said, his face completely serious, which made me bust out laughing again.

“You’re adorkable. I’m trying to get in your pants and you’re making jokes!” I giggled.

“There's nothing wrong with laughing with your partner, even when things are heating up.” He smirked, running his hands under my borrowed shirt, tracing his fingers along my spine.

“It's a good thing to be able to find joy even during intimacy; it doesn't have to be taken so seriously every time to still be perfectly pleasurable.”

I arched a brow at him and tapped a finger to my chin as if considering his words. “I think I need a demonstration,” I said finally, my voice breathier than I'd meant it to be.

The grin that spread across his face was positively sinful as he pushed aside his laptop and sat me on his desk.

He stood and crossed the room in long strides to shut and lock the office door.

All at once, my skin was tingling with the anticipation of his touch as he came to stand between my legs and pulled me toward him, so I was sitting on the edge and pressed against him.

“Like I said, I'm always happy to oblige, Love.” He said, his voice dropping low as he ran his hands up my shirt again, sliding it up and off me and tossing it away.

“And it can double as evidence you can use if you ever suspect a body snatcher.” He snickered at his joke, making me roll my eyes even as his hands trailed down my body to the waistband of the borrowed sweats, shimmying them off and letting them fall to the floor.

“I still stand by the fact that you're adork—” My words died in my throat as his lips closed around one of my nipples, his tongue flicking across it and making me groan.

I threaded my fingers through his hair, arching my back.

He didn't neglect my other breast, his fingers pinching and rolling my nipple until they were both tight and stiff with his ministrations.

He worked me with such skill I found myself wondering if I could cum from him playing with my tits alone.

He released my nipple with a pop, his hand falling away from the other, before planting a trail of kisses across my chest. His lips wrapped around my other nipple as his hand slid between my legs.

His fingers slipped through my folds, and his lips released me.

Tilting his head back, he looked at the flush starting to spread across my chest and face with a wicked smile.

“So fucking wet and needy aren’t you, Love.

” He smirked. “Tell me, is this all for me? Or are you imagining someone walking in on us? You never know who has a key to this room. Or is it the memory of the last time we were in an office like this?” His thumb brushed across my clit as he slid two fingers inside me, and any response I had became just noise in my head.

He tilted his head, that self-satisfied smirk still painted across his face.

“I asked you a question, Love. If you don’t answer, I’ll stop. ”

“If you stop, Az, I might slap you.” I huffed out, letting my head roll back as my hips rocked against his hand. I heard him chuckle low, and then he redoubled his efforts.

“Wouldn’t want that, now would we?” He replied, leaning forward and nipping at my lower lip.

“Look at me, Love. I love to watch you.” His fingers curled inside me as he thrust them into me, his thumb circling slowly around my clit in a way that had me trembling against him, mewling and gasping for breath.

His pace was languid, slow, and torturous. I squirmed and rocked my hips as he took me higher, but I desperately needed more . The devilish smirk on Az's face told me he knew that, too, and he was purposely holding back from what I needed.

“Az…” I panted.

“Yes, Love?” His voice was deceptively sweet as he tortured me. God, he was infuriating.

“If you don't fucking make me cum.” My attempt at a snarl was too breathless to hold any actual weight. He curled his fingers inside me in a way that had my back arching.

“You'll what? Beg harder?” He chuckled. “You're in this position because you already threatened me once. Are you sure you want to go for twice?”

Fuck, he wasn't wrong. I knew him well enough now to know he would meet my demands with more orgasm denial.

“Please, Sir , make me cum,” I asked, injecting as much sweetness as I could into my voice in my current state.

Az narrowed his eyes, picking up on the tiny bit of sass I'd thrown in.

“I think you can do better than giving me attitude, Love.” He pulled his hand away and slapped my aching sex before thrusting his fingers back inside me; their pace slowed to the point where I could feel myself winding down.

Internally, I started screaming in frustration.

He could get under my skin like no one else, and it was infuriating and sexy.

“ Please . I'm sorry, Sir. I take it back,” I whimpered, “Please, please don't stop. I need to cum. I'll be so good, I promise.” I grew increasingly desperate with every slow stroke of his fingers. “Fuck, Az… Sir, please…” my final plea came out on a fraught whine.

“ Much better, Love. You can be so sweet when you want to be,” Az crooned.

His pace picked up, his fingers stroking the place inside me that drove me wild, making my body sing for him in just the tune he wanted.

It didn't take long before I felt the familiar tension coiling inside me, my moans filling the room as I gripped his shoulders, riding his hand to push myself closer to the edge.

“That’s it… Right there…” I pleaded for him to continue, feeling myself about to fall over the edge.

His hand abruptly stopped, leaving me bereft and empty. My mouth opened to protest, but the words came out a strangled sound as he slowly thrust his length into me. I'd completely missed him freeing himself from his jeans because his fingers had held my rapt attention.

“Shh, shhh, Love. You’ve been such a good girl. I’m going to let you cum, but it’s going to be all over my cock.” He ground out as he filled me, his arms wrapping around me and holding me close.

I started on his buttons, wanting to feel his skin against mine, but I couldn't focus.

I sneered as I fumbled with them before gripping the fabric and yanking sharply, sending buttons flying as his shirt fell open.

I sighed happily, sliding my hands across his skin, letting my head drop forward onto his chest. I breathed deeply, reveling in the sharp, masculine scent surrounding me.

The combination of his smell and measured thrusts was heady.

I shuddered, moaning, letting him hold me close and take me so slowly that it left me feeling drunk on pleasure.

I panted and heaved, groaning deeply as I moved with him, our bodies rocking in sync.

He took me higher with every slow, deep stroke so that the low inferno of my release was gently being stoked to raging flames under his patient ministrations.

“Don’t… stop…” I breathed.

“That's it, Love. I got you.” He murmured, pressing gentle kisses to my face, “Let go for me, drown my cock in your release.” He pulled almost all the way out, his hips rolling slowly as he pushed back in—the slow, deep motion setting my nerves on fire.

His words threw me over the edge, my orgasm washed over me like a tidal wave.

It swept away everything that wasn't pleasure, and my entire existence narrowed down to where our bodies were connected.

My vision whited out, and my teeth sank into my lower lip, drawing blood as I attempted to keep from screaming down the entire house.

“That’s right, let me feel you, as close to heaven as someone like me is ever going to get.” He groaned, kissing me deeply the moment my teeth released my lip.

He swallowed my sounds as he picked up the pace, prolonging my climax.

My nails dug into his skin as I felt myself crest again.

His rhythm faltered, his hips stuttering as a second orgasm rolled through me.

Our moans mingled in the space between our lips as I felt him tense.

A low, almost tortured groan rumbled up from his chest, and I felt his cock swell and pulse inside me just as he let go, filling me with his hot cum.

“Fucking hell,” he breathed, placing his forehead against mine. “You’re perfect. My perfect girl.”

Giggles bubbled up my throat, my hands flying to my mouth to hold them in. Az pulled back enough to give me a confused look, and I lost it completely.

“We should probably get the fuck out of Ian’s office.” I laughed.

Az barked out a surprised laugh and shook his head. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”