Page 45 of Into the Blue (Shades of Vengeance #1)

“I’m getting there,” I assure him. “Currently, we are holding the product in two undisclosed locations with the proper storage, maintenance, and security to ensure that all product is ready to be distributed. And what do you know? I’m actually sitting in front of someone who needs product to sell–and probably fast–in order to regain control over his dropping profit margins.

What are you at right now? Five percent? ”

He grinds his teeth. “So, all this just to work for me?”

“No, no, no, no.” I stand grabbing the knife and walking over to where he’s bound. “See, I don’t want to work for you . I’m proposing a partnership. Selling, you are better than anyone has ever seen. But everything else, that’s my wheelhouse. Together? We’d be untouchable.”

His wary eyes track the knife in my hand. I pull his long locs away from his face. My lips brush his ear when I say, “Seventy-thirty split.”

“Pretty generous,” he points out.

“I know,” I respond, running a finger under his chain at his neck.

“I could give you twenty right now and sacrifice nothing. To account for damages from December to May. You know, when you held me in your home and away from my work?” He frowns, but I sit in his lap and kiss the corner of his mouth.

“I can be very amenable when I want to be.”

He leans away from me to catch my eyes. “Stop playin’ with me, Racquelle. Not taking thirty. Sixty-forty.”

My dress rises up over my hips as I straddle his lap to look him in the eyes. My elbows rest on the table behind me as I consider his offer. His, however, drop down to where he can now see I came to this meeting with no panties on. Never said I would play fair.

In fact, I have zero intentions of playing fairly.

“Fuck, you’re already so wet,” he comments as he listens to the sound of my finger running through my bare lips.

“You won’t be taking sixty… right?” I ask when I raise that finger between us.

“Another,” he commands, even with his hands bound I can feel that weighted energy surrounding me and the space.

I slide my middle and index fingers inside of me, only gasping slightly when I push in and out once. “Like this?” I ask .

Removing them, there’s a few moments of us both seeing my glistening fingers between us.

I bring my fingers to my lips, but he leans forward to catch them in his mouth before I can.

With the space cleared on the table, I scoot back on the surface to lift my pussy up where he’s eye level with me. Milo is just a breath away from me, but I move back out of his reach.

“Ah, before you can have that, there’s one last detail that you need to consider.”

“What detail is that?” He says, licking his lips clean.

Never go to waste.

Moving my heels to the ends of the armrests on his chair, I give him a full view of what my power looks like. “Do you remember…” I begin, “when you started to experience a consistent decline in the quality of the cannabis you were getting from Lafayette before you cut ties?”

The bomb settles between us and I allow him to think through what I’m saying. Precious moments pass where I can hear the gears grinding in his head, tracing back my maneuverings to long before we even met.

“The reggie… That was you?” I nod, my eyes crinkling with the wonder in his for me. “Fifty-fifty,” he barks.

“Thought you might say that,” I giggle, letting this last accomplishment fill my glow to the top.

“I love you, know that?” He says, eyes flicking between mine. The energy shifts in the room again.

Warm from him and bright from me.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I admit. “I love you, too.”

The chair rattles as he struggles in the ties again. “Goddamn, loose me so I can finally eat, woman.”

“One thing left to do,” I say, standing again but kneeling in front of him.

“What’s that?” he asks.

I cut his shirt open before answering, “Don’t worry. This will scar.”

Using the same knife he used on me, I make five small cuts above his heart in the shape of a diamond before licking the wound clean, like he did for me.

I grab the bandage and cut cream, carefully applying both to the mark I’ve just given my mark.

Coming up from my knees, I remove his ties with the same knife and what remains of his shirt.

He cups my face, licking into my mouth.

He deepens the kiss before saying, “My biggest mistake was not tellin’ you I had fallen in love with you that first night I saw you glitterin’ across my path. Partners is better than I could ever deserve. This empire is ours.”

“Ours,” I say into his lips between kisses. He slips the AP back on my wrist and, “Guess what?”

“What?” he asks, still kissing my neck.

I smirk, waiting for him to stop kissing me and look at me. “Think I’m able to cover how much your dick is worth now.”

He laughs deep and resonate, holding my waist. “Show me,” he says.

Taking my time to remove his pants and boxers, I look up into his eyes. I know what awaits me and though I’ve had him in my mouth plenty of times, I’ll never get used to his size.

The weight of his girthy dick is unmatched.

I spit onto him to make it nice and easy for me to stroke him how I want.

Being on my knees is not a symbol of giving up my power, but a statement of taking what I want.

I worked hard to have the control and the upper hand.

There is no need to prove myself because the work speaks for itself.

I’m taking exactly what I want.

The money.

The power.

Milo.

“Don’t need much, bae. I’m ‘bout to nut just knowin’ I have you again,” he says, holding my hair out of my way.

My tongue circles his crown, proud and taught. I work him in, needing to take him as deep as I can down my throat.

His groan vibrates through me all the way down to my core as he climaxes in my mouth.

The taste of him is on my tongue, musky and so him. “Swallow it,” he commands. “All of it.” His hand is reverent on my face. “Show me that it’s gone.”

I stick my tongue out to show him it’s nice and clean.

“Good girl,” he says, running a hand over my chin to catch the drool there. “Now, show me that ass. I’m hungry.”

THE END

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