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Because I was fallin’. Hell, I felt like I had already sky-dived off the damn cliff and was close to landing on a bed of thorns and roses.

I couldn’t tell her though. Not yet. Our enemy was still out there, and Storm and Titan were waitin’ for me to take control and handle it, and I would.

Except, I was scared shitless about what killing Baarbie would do to my state of mind.

Could I heal from that?

Santari had met Baarbie before he got hooked on shit.

And while I hoped she could forgive me for killin’ my own flesh and blood—and for him being responsible for her brother not being here—I wasn’t sure she could accept that I liked to kill on Mondays.

Rest on Tuesdays. On Wednesday, I fucked.

Thursday, I tortured. Friday, I did mafia roulette to see what fun shit I was gettin’ into.

And on Saturdays and Sundays, I put in heavy work at the club …

and killed when I had to, and fucked when I needed it.

But, bruh, she been knew the type of nigga you are. So maybe I was overthinkin’ this shit.

For the first time all night, I let myself fuckin’ breathe until my need to kiss her was too overwhelming. She moaned into my mouth, tossing one of her legs over my hip at the same time that I pulled her closer. Yet, instead of me discarding her clothes, Santari was the one tugging at the fabric.

“What the fuck are you doin’?” I asked, my baritone voice causing her to freeze.

“I’m taking off my clothes,” she muttered, her voice soft and uncertain.

I chuckled, my hand moving to her neck as I ran my thumb in circles over her pulse. “I ain’t tell you to do that shit.”

Instead of getting pissed off, she smirked as if the joke was on me, prompting me to ask, “Did you finish reviewing the consent form?”

Her playful nod was slow and her eyes flirty.

“Well did you sign it?”

Once again, she nodded, seemingly pleased with herself, that teasing smirk tugging at her lips, completely oblivious to the fire she was playing with.

Underestimating me was where she fucked up. I was on her before she could finish, gripping her jaw and forcing her to look up at me. Her breath tethered when she realized I wasn’t as gentle as I had been moments prior.

“You don’t see what makes me too dangerous for you to tease like that?” My voice was primal because I was fed the fuck up. “Lemme make it clear for you, Ri. I ain’t the kinda nigga who gives warnings twice.”

Her eyes widened, but she didn’t try and pull herself out of my grasp. Instead, she smiled defiantly, everything in her behavior reckless as she dared me to break her when she asked, “And what if I don’t listen?”

I exhaled sharply, dragging my thumb over her bottom lip. “You’ve got such a pretty little mouth.” I dipped my thumb past her lips. “Perfect for suckin’ dick. I’ve always known that really. Wondered if you’d behave betta wit’ a dick in yo’ mouth to keep you from talkin’ outta pocket.”

This time, she did slightly tug away, but I just gripped harder. “Tsk, tsk, Ri. I’ve got plans for this face.”

I knelt on my knees, the springs in her bed announcing that I was up to no good. One hand pushed down my sleep shorts, while the other moved from her jaw to cup the back of her head as I gripped it hard, and pushed her mouth down to my dick before she could take her next breath.

Her anguished groan was music to my ears, as I relished in the softness of her satin head scarf beneath my fingers and that mouth that was so wet, but also untrained in a way that had her teeth grazing the sides of my dick.

“Shit, baby,” I huffed, my movements sporadic. “It’s coo’. I’ll train ya mouth to take my dick without gaggin’, but you ain’t gotta worry about ya teeth hurtin’ me. I’ll reward you if you break the skin and make me bleed.”

Ri squirmed beneath me, and I was sure she could barely breathe. But she signed the fuckin’ contract, so she knew damn well the kinda twisted shit I liked. Only because oxygen was important did I stop fuckin’ her mouth and ask, “Did you create a safe word to use wit’ me?”

She gave a small nod now that her mouth wasn’t full of my dick.

“What is it?”

Her eyes softened and her mouth laxed in a way that made me want to bust my nut right then and there.

“Three. Six. Nine,” she answered, catching me by surprise and causing me to accidently slap the side of her lips with my dick, noting that her mouth opened and followed behind the movement like she was trying to catch it.

“Did you just decide that now, or had you already decided before we spoke tonight?”

“I picked it before tonight.” She wiped some of her spit and my pre-cum from her lips.

“When you review the signed consent form on your dresser, you’ll see.

I picked the number three because it’s always been your favorite number and the tattoo on your neck is one of my favorites. And then, sixty-nine is obvious.”

I can’t believe she knows me that well. Actually, I could believe it, but that was the thing about Santari. She threw me off my game sometimes, not that I was complaining.

My dick jumped, earning me a greedy look from her.

“Do you need to use your safe words?” I asked. “Or can you handle more of this dick?”

Her eyes grew wild, no traces of softness left in them when her raspy voice said that one word that wrecked my entire soul. “More.”

Her mouth latched back onto my dick as I slammed it inside of her mouth harder than before, rotating my hips to the rhythm of her moans.

When tears started gathering in the corners of her eyes and her gags increased like she was seconds away from throwing up on my shit, I grinned, wondering how I got so lucky to experience this moment.

Everything literally came to a head for me in that moment, my nut shootin’ out of my dick and into her warm mouth, causing me to groan into the ceiling.

Even then, I couldn’t loosen my grip, mesmerized by how backed-up I had been because I was spilling out around her mouth faster than she could gulp me down.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” I told her, brushing a hand over her stuffed cheek. “All exquisitely wrecked with your face wet from tears, spit, and cum.”

She mumbled something with her mouth full, but I couldn’t make it out. I eased out of her a little to hear her mumble, “I want more. More of the real you.”

I chuckled, shakin’ my head. “You don’t know what you’re asking for,” I murmured, letting my fingers slide down to her throat to feel her rapid and unsteady pulse. “You think you can handle more. Until you get it.”

She swallowed, a smirk crossing her lips after I removed myself completely from her mouth.

“Maybe I’m not ready. But I know you, Cruz.

” Her eyes lowered and she bit her bottom lip.

“You don’t just want to ruin me. You want your best friends to bring me back from the ruins, so they can destroy me in their own way. ”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuuuuck . That shit right there was exactly what I wanted. But she was playing with fire, and I couldn’t pretend that I wouldn’t burn her anymore.

I pushed her back, forcing her onto the bed. She gasped, but there was no fear in her eyes, only challenge.

Leaning over her, I caged her in as my hands braced on either side of her head. “Listen to me, Ri. I’m not your average Dom. You read the form. You know I thrive off of violence. You’ve seen me show no mercy and lose control.”

I inhaled her intoxicating scent before continuing. “Did you know that after you watched Poppy suck my dick in Club Havana, I killed a man who had betrayed one of my siblings? Shot him three times, which was overkill, but I needed the release from the sexual tension you caused me.”

She gasped, but didn’t say anything.

“And while I was beating that guy who grabbed you at my gym, I was doing so in three-move combinations? I counted. By the time I finished punching him, it had been seventy-two hits in twenty-four moves, all completed in three long but satisfying minutes.”

Her eyes were no longer lowered, but wide and laced with that emotion I was waiting to see.

“There it is,” I taunted. “That mix between arousal and fear. You get it now, Ri? When you push, I take control. You disobey, I punish. You don’t get to play these games with me and walk away unscathed.

Violence turns me on. Pain intrigues me.

And blood? That’s the fuel for my soul.” I let the words sink in, watching her pupils dilate.

“You’ve let me taste that delicious blood that drips between your legs.

If you give me any more of you tonight, you’ll be required to feed my blood thirst during every cycle you have while you’re here until I’m well and satisfied. ”

She licked her lips, another flicker of uncertainty crossing her face. But still, she pushed. “And if I want to be punished?”

My hands clenched into fists as she dared to push me further over an edge she may not be ready for. I was trying to go into this slow. I could snap her in thirds if I wanted to and break her down until all she knew was me, Storm, and Titan, each of us taking our piece of her.

With all her bad behavior, I was done talking, especially if she wasn’t gonna heed my warnings.

“Follow me,” I commanded.

“For my punishment?” she asked.

“For your penance,” I answered, the words leaving my mouth in a thick and dangerous rasp.

I wasn’t surprised when she followed me into the hallway, completely oblivious to the fact that there was no turning back … for either of us.