“I know where Sterling’s garage is, and I also happen to know he just took delivery of the newest McLaren. I’d call that one hell of a consolation prize.”

  He narrows his eyes at me, and I actually blush.

  “What?” I ask, picking at a hangnail.

  “You want to drive back, don’t you?”

  I send him a boyish grin that absolutely destroys his attempt to hold back a smile. My eyes fall to his plush, fuckable lips, and I drift, remembering how they felt around my cock.

  Rolling his eyes, he gestures for me to lead the way. The garage is just down the way a bit and Nigel, Isabella and I take a lovely walk along one of the many pathways Sterling put in. He’s done quite a lot to increase the value of this place, which is great because my friends and I will sell it and split the profits amongst ourselves.

  Using the remote I stole from Roger’s corpse, I let us into the garage and turn on the lights as we walk in. Isabella lets out a whistle.

  “These are, like, seven of the world’s most expensive vehicles,” she says wistfully.

  Turning to Nigel, I ask, “I just realized that the McLaren is a two-seater. Is there something else here you’d prefer?”

  Nigel bites his bottom lip and walks up to the eight-million-dollar Maybach, drifting his artfully tapered fingers along the beautiful lines.

  I knew he was a Maybach man.

  “Wait—can I drive the McLaren?” Isabella asks, bouncing on her toes, looking adorable in my oversized jacket. “Dad won’t let me drive his.”

  “Okay, but it’s still just a two-seater.”

  “I know. You two can follow me.”

  Nigel and I look at each other, uncomfortable.

  “Please? I was just kidnapped and nearly made some old guy’s gross sex slave. Surely that earns me a ride in his McLaren. I’m a great driver, but I’ll even hit a few curbs if that’ll make you feel better.”

  I laugh, waving my hands. “No! Don’t take it out on the car.” I up nod Nigel and I know we’re in agreement. If she takes the McLaren, we’ll have a moment alone. “And sure. We’ll follow you and stay with you until your parents land. Sound good?”

  She squeals and gives us each a huge hug. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

  I sigh with relief. The young woman is going to be all right.

  Hitting another button on the security remote, I approach the rack mounted on the wall and extract the correct keys. I toss the McLaren’s fob to Isabella, grinning as she giggles and rearranges the seat to her liking.

  I shouldn’t like it as much as I do, but Nigel walks to the passenger side without comment, waiting for me. I take off my tuxedo vest with a knowing grin and hand it to him as I slide in.

  “Thank fuck,” he mumbles, covering his massive hard on.

  Once buckled up inside the luxury vehicle, I punch the button, and the engine's purr moves through Nigel’s body as though he’s become one with it. While I follow Isabella out of the garage, he unzips his pants under the vest.

  “I’m sorry,” he says, sliding down as the expensive fabric jumps over his pistoning fist. “I can’t…”

  “Take care of yourself, lover. And then I’ll take care of you later, yes?”

  He nods, grunts as he speeds up. We’ve barely cleared the front gate when he lets out a low groan, jerking as the orgasm takes over his body.

  Fuck, he’s sexy all undone like that. I can’t wait to undo him some more. Sliding the vest from his lap, I grab his dripping hand and lick him clean.

  “Oh, fuck. You’re going to get me hard again.”

  I send him my most evil grin.

  “Wait,” he says, zipping up the unfortunate khakis as he narrows his pretty eyes at me. “Why aren’t you desperate and horny?”

  “I palmed the pill.”

  He opens his mouth in protest. Grinning, I fish the pill out of my pocket and dry swallow it.

  “There. Now we’re both in the same boat,” I say, running my hand over his already revived cock.

  He grunts in disagreement, but shifts under the weight of my hand, pushing himself against it. Unfortunately for him, as soon as we hit the end of the street, Isabella takes off like a rocket.

  Sending Nigel a wink, I remove my hand from his crotch and stomp on the gas, easily keeping up with her through the twists and turns.

  She takes the loop that goes around the city, hitting speeds that would make an Autobahner blush. I’d worry about getting pulled over, but they’d never catch us.

  True to her word, Isabella is an excellent driver, and following her around slower cars and bends in the road is a helluva lot of fun.

  We get to the helipad much sooner than expected, and she exits the car, her cheeks rosy with excitement. I’d anticipated a traumatized, frightened girl, and what I found is a resilient, lively young woman. This was a terrible experience, but I have a good feeling about her.

  Just as she begins to tease us for going so slow, a helicopter appears overhead, lowering carefully to the members-only helipad. We walk over, meeting them as they land.

  The family reunion is sweet and tearful, and Nigel and I somehow get pulled into the big bear hugs. We laugh when, instead of leaving the McLaren behind, Bo decides to ride with his daughter in her new car.

  Olivia waves as she takes off, followed quickly by the very grateful Bo and Isabella leaving the parking lot at breakneck speeds. Grinning, Nigel and I make our way back to the Maybach and I drive us back to the main road.

  By this point, both the pill and the plug are making themselves known and I have to adjust myself. Smiling, Nigel unzips me and pulls out my cock right as we hit the loop.

  “Yessss,” I hiss, sucking in a breath as he leans over, swallowing me to the back of his throat.

  I press down into the seat, wedging the tip of the plug against—fuck, that’s the spot. Between the roll of my hips and the suction of his perfect mouth, I’m in fucking heaven.

  He pulls off me with a lurid pop, looking up at me with those blue-green eyes. I’d give half my fortune to have them focus on me and only me.

  “If you come now, will you be able to come again once we get to the hotel?”

  “Absolutely.”

  His sexy, self-satisfied grin before he takes me in his mouth is almost as effective as the act itself. Almost. He sucks with such passion and skill that driving is unwise.

  But drive I do because I can’t wait to get him to the hotel. I drive, grunting, thrusting, and half blind, like a man possessed.

  “If we die in a fiery car accident, I’m blaming you,” I warn, blowing past an officer who doesn’t even bother.

  Nigel pulls back once more, and I groan as though he’s killed my favorite hunting dog. His grin is evil and focused, and paired with his eyes, I’d do anything he asked me to.

  “But what a way to go.”

  I can’t argue with his logic, especially as he pulls out my balls, cradling them as he slides back down my hard, slippery cock.

  “Kruzifix,” I mutter, punching up my hips.

  He doesn’t even choke, taking my full length, letting me fuck his mouth at ridiculous speeds. The highway lights fly past us, filling the car with a strobe effect that heightens…everything.

  I don’t know if it’s the lights, the pill, or the man, but the orgasm hits me within seconds.

  “This is rather embarrassing,” I say, grabbing the back of his head, shoving my cock deeper as I hit the angle on the plug…just…right.

  He grunts and pulls me closer, swallowing around the head of my cock. Finally, I can’t stand it a second longer. Pure bliss lights me up. I come, hard and rough, cursing in my native tongue as I let my foot off the gas. He sucks me until I shiver and finally pull back.

  His freshly fucked face is beautiful. We both startle at the sound of a horn, and I steer back into our lane as an enormous paneled truck speeds past. The driver has no idea he’s interrupting hardened killers, but I’m too fucked out to care. I throw an apologetic wave as I zip past.

  “If I didn’t think it would get us killed, I would pay you back immediately, but…I do want to make it to the hotel alive,” I explain with a sheepish grin.

  “Pity, but I appreciate your priorities,” he answers, grinning. “By the way, how did you know I would go along with that entire operation? Literally, not one thing went to plan, and you assumed I was okay with it.”

  “You were okay with it,” I fire back, doing nothing to hide the sly smile threatening the corners of my mouth. “Don’t lie.”

  “Still,” he says, sucking his swollen bottom lip, tempting me with every breath he takes.

  Fine.

  “I know a little bit about you.”

  “Oh really? Have you been stalking me?”

  I shake my head. “I heard tales of a sexy killer for hire who has a soft spot for kidnapped and exploited people. Thought I might take advantage.”

  “Interesting. Maybe next time, we can collude a little beforehand. Make it a little less messy.”

  I look down at my casually dressed lover, thumbing away a drop of cum from his chin.

  “Oh…I think you like it when things get a little messy.”

  He grins as we pull off the highway and navigate the streets of this corrupt city. When we reach the hotel, I turn into the underground car park, bypassing the valet.

  Yes, we will definitely be enjoying ourselves tonight.

  Hopefully, this won’t be the only night I have him in my arms.

  9

  NIGEL

  That little pill has some stamina. My cock is once again trying to jailbreak these unfortunate khakis, and I cannot wait to get this man in bed.

  We make our way up the garage elevator and quickly walk through the lobby, aiming for the room elevator, when tonight’s concierge—an ancient woman with short electric-blue hair and a black harness over her white silk shirtdress—stops us.

  “Sirs! A moment, please.”

  Wilhelm looks about as desperate as I feel, but if there’s one thing about this place, you don’t ignore the concierge.

  “Yes?” I ask, barely able to keep the impatience out of my voice.

  “You’ve been requested in the club.”

  “By whom?” I ask, absolutely certain that none of my regular contacts know I’m here.

  “I wasn’t given a name, sir.”

  “They need us now?” Wilhelm asks, turning to me with questions in his eyes.

  I shrug, not sure why we’ve been summoned at a moment like this. Despite my need to see this man naked and possibly impaled on my cock, I know better than to refuse a summons to the club.

  “Yes, sir. I was told it was quite urgent.”

  We give her our codes, then Wilhelm and I follow her into the club elevator, and she presses the button for the first floor. Unlike the games and entertainment offered on the second floor, the first floor looks like a cigar lounge, where serious men do serious business while drinking thousand-dollar pours of some whisky that tastes remarkably similar to the shit I can buy at Spec’s.

  Not that a proper Englishman would ever step foot in such a place.

  Ahem.

  We walk through, bypassing the comfortable-looking lounge chairs for a seat at the bar.

  “I don’t know anyone here,” I say, scanning the posh, dark space, not recognizing any of the ne’er-do-wells through the billowing clouds of cigar smoke, which rise and disappear quickly in the expensively well-ventilated space.

  “Me either.”

  Moments later, the bartender brings over a Tom Collins for me and a hefeweizen for Wilhelm. We clink glasses and drink, both of us unnerved by the summons.

  “Do you think the boss asked to speak with us?” I ask, taking another sip of the perfect drink.

  Wilhelm shakes his head. “No, I think—”

  Stopping mid-sentence, he grabs my arm, tilting his head toward the end of the bar. I follow his gesture, and…motherfucker. That Sterling bloke is primly seated, staring right at us, a sick, twisted smile on his lips. How did he know we were here? I rip away from Wilhelm’s grasp and stomp over to him, intent on devastating violence.

  Before I can arrive at my destination, a trim ordinary-looking man steps in front of me, stopping my forward momentum. He raises his brow, and I step back, sensing he is not the kind of man to be trifled with.

  “You know the rules, Mr. Nigel. I would hate to have to remove you from the premises. There is no coming back from that.”

  I look around him and meet Sterling’s eyes with as much venom and hatred as I can muster. He smiles even more broadly, running his tongue over his big, overly brightened teeth.

  I growl under my breath, but the anonymous man in front of me places his palm against my chest. People who touch me without my permission usually die quickly after, but I doubt I’d be able to take him down quite so easily.

  “Mr. Sterling is protected by the club under the same rules that protect you,” the man says as I stare daggers at Sterling, that smirking waste of oxygen.

  “Then why were we brought down here?”

  The man leans in and says in a low voice that only I can hear, “The boss wanted you to be aware of Mr. Minhaus’s presence.”

  I draw my chin back, giving this not-so-ordinary man another look.

  “If you know he’s such a bad guy, then why won’t you let me fucking kill him?”

  He shakes his head gravely. “There are no exceptions to the rules.” Smiling placidly, he steps back and gestures toward the elevator. “Mr. Nigel, thank you for joining us. I strongly suggest that you leave the club to enjoy your evening with Mr. Wilhelm in his suite.”

  There’s a heated presence at my back, and Wilhelm whispers in my ear, “Sterling is merely giving us another opportunity to meet up and enjoy a job together. It’s rather romantic of him, don’t you think?”

  His wording takes me out of my blinding rage.

  “Romantic?” I ask, looking back up at him. “What do you think this is?”

  He grins, his blue eyes sparkling. “Please. You’ve never had as much fun as you did with me tonight.”

  I open my mouth to protest, but he places a finger against my lips.

  “Don’t try to lie. You know I’m right.”

  I shiver as his hand drifts down my chest, resting above my heart. Of course he’s right. Once I understood that this was a game of chess played with live pieces, I enjoyed myself immensely.

  “I might be amenable to continuing the game with you, but I make no promises of romance,” I grumble, emphasizing my distaste for the word.

  He smiles gently—too gently—before responding, “And I would never push you. But now that we have a new goal, set aside your anger so that we can enjoy tonight.”

  Shooting more daggers at Sterling’s head, I snarl, whispering, “But he’s right here. I’ve got the knife. We don’t need this place.”

  “You never know when you’ll need a safe place to hide. You didn’t start out this day thinking you’d be here, now did you?”

  His reasonableness catches me unaware.

  “No, I suppose not.”

  Raising his voice, Wilhelm continues, “There are plenty of men like Sterling to go after. When the time is right, we’ll take him down. In the meantime, let it be enough that we’ve stripped him of every resource.”

  Sterling snorts, muttering, “I have money and property everywhere.”

  I clench my jaw, wanting to fuck him up so badly. Wilhelm winks.

  “We’ve taken over every holding, including his house in Lake Como, just across the way from a vineyard owned by a friend of mine. We’ll go there next and fuck on his couches, yes? We even found those hidden accounts in Morocco, Tokyo, and Guatemala, to name a few. We can withdraw his cash and fuck on the bills if you’d like. I promise you, sweet Nigel, we have taken him out at the knees. I doubt he has enough money to even pay his hotel bill.”

  Sterling’s smirk dissolves into a barely concealed rage as our host takes his cue.

  Turning to the shit stain on the barstool, he commands, “Sir, I’ll need you to provide proof of your ability to pay.”

  “They stole my money!”

  “Sir, that is none of my concern. Please provide proof of solvency or you will be asked to leave.”

  I don’t bother to hide my pleasure at this turn of events.

  “Come now,” Wilhelm says, holding out his hand, “before you get us into trouble. I still need to bring you to my suite and take you apart.”

  I had every intention of taking charge tonight, but I still need help getting out of my head. I tilt my face up toward his. He grins and envelops me in a kiss that has our stern companion clearing his throat.

  “Sirs, we also do not allow sexual congress of any kind in the main areas, so if you can move this to your suite, that would be most accommodating.”

  Wilhelm pulls away, swiping his thumb over my lips before acknowledging the request.

  “Of course. Apologies for the scuffle. We intend to be model visitors from here on out.”

  “See that you are.”

  With that, Wilhelm grabs my hand and drags me toward the private elevator. Ignoring the sign which indicates that the car is under surveillance, Wilhelm pushes me against the wall, diving in for a deep, searching kiss.

  “You made me the fucking bait,” I curse as his kisses drift up and down my neck.

  “I did,” he replies with zero remorse. I wonder if he’s even capable of such a thing.

  “I should kick your ass for that.”

  Wilhelm stops kissing long enough to look me in the eyes. “If you were really mad at me, you would have shot me back at the house. Admit it. You had a good time.”

  Grumbling under my breath, I shrug. “Maybe.”

  “Now, are you going to let me pay you back for the fantastic road head, or are you going to complain?”

  “Both,” I pout, which turns into a smile I can’t help.

  “That’s what I thought.”

  He sucks a bruise in the divot at the base of my neck, and I rub my hard-on against his hip. Wilhelm groans when the elevator bounces to a stop on our floor, and he grabs the back of my neck, pushing me into the luxurious suite, directing me toward the stunning marble-and-brass bathroom en suite.

 

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