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I wake with a gasp when freezing water is dumped on my head. My hands are bound behind the metal chair which my legs are also strapped to.

A figure to my right catches my attention.

“Morning, sunshine,” the lanky fuck taunts.

I can’t remember shit other than heading out to the docks to gather some information for Declan.

Foggy-brained, I take in my surroundings. The walls are bare and concrete, so I must be in some sort of basement.

My head whips to the side when someone punches my jaw. “He said ‘morning’.” My eyes widen when I see the hulky figure before me.

“You’re a big fucker, aren’t you?”

All their attention is focused on me so it’s safe to assume I’m alone. Either the others are being held somewhere else or they’re dead.

Hopefully it’s the former and not the later.

The Thanos looking motherfucker moves to punch me again, but he’s stopped when the lanky one holds up his hand.

“Now, tell us what we want to know.”

I snort. “You gotta ask a question to get an answer.”

SMACK!

“I don’t appreciate the sarcasm. Now, where is the next shipment from Ireland?”

I swipe my tongue along my split lip and smirk.

“You think this is funny, huh, pal?” Mr. Lanky fists my wet Henley. When he tries to jerk me upward, the dipshit falls forward.

I don’t hold back the laugh that bursts from my mouth as he stumbles to regain his footing.

“You’re new to this, aren’t you?” I ask.

They glance at each other then back at me. Lanky pulls a gun from the back of his waistband and aims at the center of my forehead.

My eyes darken and I smile when I see the first tremble in his grip.

“Ever killed someone?”

No reply.

“I’ve killed a lot of people.” I lean back, relaxing against the chair. “Can’t even give you a guess to the number of times I’ve seen the inside of someone else’s body.”

Thanos begins turning green.

I open my mouth to say something else but halt when I hear the steady tap of boots meeting concrete.

I know that walk.

“Hi, baby,” Sarah purrs, stepping into the room. My cock immediately thickens as I take in her tight leather pants that emphasize her toned legs. She’s wearing a black tank-top, sans the bra, and her tits are fucking delicious.

“Who the fuck are you?”

I bare my teeth at the tone of Lanky’s voice.

“Me? Oh, I’m that one’s wife.” She points at me with a seductive smile.

The pair shift uncomfortable the closer she gets. She’s completely unafraid and it’s phenomenal to watch how it throws them off.

She stands behind me and slides a palm down my chest. I groan when she reaches down and cups my bulge.

“I’ve been looking for you,” she hums, nipping at my ear lobe.

Her eyes lift to Lanky and Thanos who swallow tightly, watching her with wide, cautious eyes.

Giving my cock a gentle squeeze, she rises and saunters around the chair. The men take a step back, Lanky aims the gun at Sarah who tuts in disapproval.

“How about you put that down before you hurt someone?”

The closer she gets, the more nervous they become. “How about y-you get out of here, s-sweetheart?”

Sarah turns ridged.

“You’ve done it now,” I remark, shrugging my shoulders and shaking my head slowly.

Their eyes pivot between me, Sarah, and each other.

“You have about 30 seconds to get that gun out of my face before I start shooting shit.”

“Oh, yeah?” Lanky counters, lifting his chin. “You ain’t got no weapon.”

I watch has Sarah’s entire demeanor changes, becoming predatory.

“Don’t I?”

In a flash, Lanky is disarmed, the gun now pressed against his forehead.

“You,” Sarah says, lifting her chin to the hulky bastard. “Untie him.”

He swiftly moves to unbind my hands and feet. Once I’m free, I uppercut him, sending his frame into the air before he lands with a ground shaking thud.

“Kneel,” She seethes through clenched teeth.

“O-okay, l-listen. I was just trying to make a few bucks,” Lanky stutters as he slowly gets to his knees, hands raised in front of him.

I adjust myself then move to stand at her side. My fingers lightly caress her hip.

“Well, now you get to watch yourself bleed out for touching what’s mine.”

She moves to aim at his chest and pulls the trigger before he has a chance to register her words. He presses a hand to the bleeding wound, screaming in panic.

“Oh, shit! You shot me!” He shrieks falling to his back.

“Lesson number one: don’t aim at something you don’t intend to kill.”

BANG!

She fires another shot, this time to the knee cap. He lets out a blood curdling wail, but I’m too turned on to do anything but watch this magnificent woman.

“Lesson number two: always have any extra weapon.”

She unsheathes a knife from her boot.

“And lesson number three.” She bends, stabbing him in the chest.

He gasps, staring at her with a shocked expression.

“Keep your hands off my husband.”

I haul her up by the waist, spinning her around so she can wrap her legs around me. “Fuck, that was sexy.”

Our mouths clash together in a frantic kiss. She is tugging at my clothes as I work to get her damn leather pants down.

Her back meets the wall, and she grunts. “Fuck me, Rhys. Fill me with your cum.”

I grip the base of my cock, bringing it to her slick center, and thrust. Together, we groan at the feeling of her pussy stretching around me.

Her fingers glide through my hair and then she tugs. I hiss at the sting.

Digging my fingers into her hip, I bounce her on my cock. Her moans bounce of the stone walls, spurring me on.

“Yes! Yes!” She chants, eyes rolling back.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck. Watching you take control was the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”

Her pussy flutters at my praise.

“You’re fucking perfect.”

Thrust.

“And.”

Thrust.

“All.”

Thrust.

“Fucking”

Thrust.

“Mine.”

She explodes when I growl the last word.

“Rhys!” She cries, her pussy squirting all over my cock.

Her legs tremble as her orgasm takes over. My thrusts turn rabid, I slam my hip forward. Our bodies slap against each other, filling the room the sounds of our pants and her wet pussy being fucked.

With a final thrust, I cum hard enough that my vision goes black for a split second.

Her body turn lax when she’s come down from her high. “That was amazing.”

I chuckle and press a kiss to her sweaty forehead.

“You’re welcome for rescuing you, by the way,” she says as I set her down on her feet.

I bark out a laugh, tucking myself back into my pants. “I had it handled.”

“Sure, you did,” she teases, patting my chest as she walks past me.

I watch the sway of her delicious hips with each step she makes toward the door.

Chasing Sarah was the best damned thing I’d ever done.

And I’d do it all over again.