Page 153 of Dance of Devils

His abs clench, and his cock stiffens to steel against my tongue as he groans.

“Brooklyn…”

With a grunt, he explodes into my mouth. Hot cum streaks across my tongue, and I moan, sucking on his head as I swallow every sticky sweet drop.

Kir’s dark eyes blaze with need as he grabs me and yanks me up off the floor into his lap. I moan as I settle over him, feeling his hard cock nudge at my pussy.

“You…” I stare at him. “You just cametwi?—”

He slides me down onto him, burying every still-thick inch in me as he wraps my hair in a fist.

“If youeverneed to quit on me,” he growls. “Just use your safe word.”

This man…

36

KIR

“Good to be back?”

Freya sighs. “That feels like a loaded question.”

I grin as I pull the car into the underground parking lot beneath the building that houses my Midtown office when I don’t feel like working from home.

“If I sayyes, it’s good to be back in Kyoto, I’m a dick because it means I’m happy to have left New York. But if?—”

“Freya,” I sigh. “Don't overthink it. I’ve accepted the fact that all three of you are mostly going to be on the other side of the planet now.”

She sucks her teeth. “That might make me feel guiltier if I didn’t know you have the coolest girl in the world keeping you company.”

The three of us ended up having dinner twice more while Freya was in town, and she and Brooklyn have gotten close enough that I’m sure it’s going to bite me in the ass at some point.

“Tell her I say hi?”

“Of course.” I step out of the elevator into the vast glass and steel office space overlooking Bryant Park. “Did you, ah, find what I was asking you about?”

Freya snorts. “Duh. It took me like four minutes.”

“A whole four minutes?” I cluck my teeth. “You’re slipping.”

“Gimme a break. I was on a plane.” She sighs heavily. “Whoisthis guy? He’s fucking gross.”

My jaw tightens. “This guy” would be James Lucareli, Brooklyn’s abusive piece of shit ex-boyfriend.

He's fucking lucky his uncle Giovani is the president of the longshoreman’s union. Even so, that’s not a hard wall, just an obstacle I need to navigate.

And if thereisno way to navigate it, and I have to smashthroughthat wall?

So fucking be it. I’d watch the whole goddamn world burn for her.

“He’s just…a problem,” I growl. “One that I will be dealing with.”

“Good,” she mutters. “This guy is a serious piece of shit. Sending you everything I found now.”

After we’ve said our goodbyes, I open my laptop and download the dossier Freya’s emailed me, resting my elbows on my desk as I start to page through it.

Unbelievably, I hate the motherfucker even more after I finish reading.