Filthy Rich (The Five Points' Mob Collection, #2)

by Serena Akeroyd

The sight of her bent over like that made me want to fuck her so hard that, for a second, I couldn’t see straight.

We were not beasts, we didn’t fall to our baser instincts. Yet here I was, doing nothing but that.

She wiggled her butt a little as she scooted back from the stove, and when she stood up, there was such glee on her face, that fuck, I wanted her even more.

She was proud of what she’d made. And considering I’d seen her earlier attempt at bacon and eggs, I could well understand as the scent in the kitchen was damn good. But her triumph? Her happiness? Got to me like a hammer to the head.

I’d tasted her once—at our wedding. Since then, the sight of the bandage on her lip had sunken any desire I had for her into the depths of the Hudson. I had no urge to cause her pain, even from a kiss, not when I knew sex might be uncomfortable for her at first.

So, remember that shit I’d said about hating virgins? She hadn’t been kissed either. She didn’t know what the fuck she was doing, and God help me, I fucking loved it.

She followed every move I made like she was learning the choreography of a ballet, gently mimicking each move until my own skills were thrown back at me to the point where I wasn’t sure if I was the good kisser or if she was.

The way she responded, the way she followed my every move fucked with my head in the best possible way, and I could feel my already throb...

Every part of me wanted in her, but if she was this uninitiated, I knew I had to go slow, and my ...

I reached up, cupped both cheeks in my hands, and opened my mouth, prompting her to do the same. I thrust my tongue deeper into hers, nipping her lips, claiming what belonged to me and me alo...

No other fucker had touched her, tasted her, kissed her, screwed her. Every inch of her belonged to me. I never had to share her, hadn’t shared her with anyone. Every inch of her was innocent, mine to corrupt. M...

“I’m concerned about your first time,” I rasped. She licked her lips. “Don’t be.” Then she stood on tiptoe and licked mine. “I’m not.”

Seeing that she wasn’t wearing any panties fucked me up even more as I saw her parted pussy lips topped with a landing strip of hair. I reached down, rubbed my thumb over her snatch, that tiny line of hair, and rumbled, “Who did this for you?” She swallowed, her focus on my hand, and whispered, “Someone at a salon.” “I’ll do this for you from now on.”

“You’re not serious?” she questioned. “I’m deadly serious. No one sees this pussy but me.” Her mouth worked again. “That’s not practical.” I blinked. “Why isn’t it?” “If I get pregnant, someone will have to see it then.” Despite myself, despite the ache in my body for her, I had to laugh. “I’ll rethink the situation if I have to.”

She was a tease. An exhibitionist. And she had needs. Needs I was about to fulfill.

When she screamed, the sound washed over me. Fuck, I loved it when women screamed, and that my woman did that? There was no better way to put a smile on my goddamn face.

“It’ll fit.” I rolled my eyes. “I’m not scared of it.” He grabbed it, jacked off, then questioned, “Why are you staring at it then?” “Because it’s the only dick I’ve seen before?” I snorted, then leaned up on my elbow. “Plus, it looks painful.” “It can be.”

I didn’t believe in fate, because to me, a man made his own destiny. That being said, everything about this situation was starting to feel off to me.

Everything about her felt like it fit with me. She gelled. And while some of it could be contrived, I didn’t think she could maintain a twenty-four seven façade to make me think she was perfect for me. She was smart enough, granted, but I’d seen too many sides to her in the past six days. Moments of vulnerability, joy, surprise, and need.

I wasn’t lying about her cunt being like crack. One taste would never be enough.

I hoped to fuck that I wasn’t about to come home to an apartment that was styled for a teenager with bean bags or some shit, but it was an extension of trust.

“We’d best get going.” “Money to burn, baby, my favorite kind of day.”

“Your mother’s jewelry is mine to give to whom I wish. Do we understand each other?” Oh, I understood all right. I understood that, by hook or by fucking crook, I’d be stealing it back from him.

I knew he kept it in his safe in his home office, and I didn’t give a shit if it meant I had to lie my way back onto the compound to get it. I’d fucking take the pieces she loved, and I’d wear them in goddamn public. Shoving my theft in his face.

I was supposed to be gone for five days. Three days, and it chafed. Why? I couldn’t say. Okay. Lies. I knew why.

She’d been waiting for me to return. To make Vasov suffer for his crime.

“I’m going to deal with your father.” When I turned around, she whispered, “Can I watch?”

Those fucking bruises… Were they a taunt? A message? Or was the prick so stupid that he thought I wouldn’t find out about them? Whatever the reason behind them, he’d pay. He’d pay with blood.

With a smirk, I switched on my playlist and blasted Alkaline Trio out of the speakers as I opened the windows and sped home with one thought on my mind—just let Vasov hurt Inessa again when he didn’t have knees to stand on.

I got the call before Eoghan arrived home. Even though I’d been expecting it, I hadn’t expected what Victoria was telling me. “Papa was knee-capped!” she was shrieking, half deafening me, even as I wanted to laugh. Trust Eoghan to do something weird.

“I know it was you. Any other sniper would have brained him, never mind gone for his knees.”

“I get it. I’m the enemy still. I have to prove myself.” “You won’t do that until you have a child,” he replied flatly. “And I don’t want one. Not yet anyway. Maybe not for years.”

“Really?” “You’re still, I’m very much aware, part child yourself.” His mouth tightened. “Ma had issues from having kids so young. I won’t put you through that.”

In a day, the guy had flown home, took out my father’s kneecaps to make him pay for putting his hands on me, protecting me from the monster in my life like no one else could, and then he went and said that?

I was a broodmare. That was my job in life. My role. And yet, here he was, treating me like a woman. Like a person. Not just a walking womb.

Fuck. Maybe someone else wouldn’t get it, but I couldn’t stop the tears from prickling my eyes. It was stupid. So stupid. So fucking stupid. But a quivery breath escaped me as I st...

“I’ve had a lot of sex.” That stung. I mean, I knew that already, but I didn’t need him to tell me that. Because he’d hurt me, wounding me with his laissez-faire response, I bit off, “And how would you feel if I said that to you?” His expression darkened. “I’d want to kill whoever touched you.”

“Well, I don’t have that option. I have you and a butcher’s knife close at hand.” I bared my teeth at him. “I dealt with the slut on the first day because I’m not an idiot. Your wunderdick hasn’t made me stupid. I know how this works. Don’t shove my face in it, and I won’t have to shove this knife down your throat.”

She’d been quiet ever since the night I returned home with her father’s blood on my hands, and truthfully, I didn’t like it.

“You touched her period. She’s mine to touch,” I snarled, my temper snapping off its leash at his paltry excuse. “You don’t lay a fucking finger on her, or I’ll consider this my barely touching you, and the next time, I’ll blow your fucking head off. Do you understand me?”

“Good. You won’t even fucking look at her with malice. You will leave her alone. You will not expect her to spy on us, because if you think we’re that fucking stupid, you’re mistaken.”

“You can blame me, and you can start a war with your new allies, or we can fight the scourge in our city. A family who everyone hates. Or, by blaming me, you can make the men under you wonder exactly what you did to your daughter that had me punishing you in such a fashion.”

She only came back for Vicky. If Father and I have a testy relationship, that’s nothing to him and Cammie.” “Why?” “He tried to arrange her marriage to Abramovicz.” My mouth dropped open. “He’s nearly seventy!” “I guess life in an MC was preferable to that.” “And she’d have been safer in a nest of vipers,”

“You think she’ll stay?” “Not long. She won’t like Svetlana.” Her mouth tightened. “I don’t much either. Fucking bitch.”

“I’ll get your mother’s jewels back… You don’t have to wo...

Svetlana the Slut, who had money-grabbing whore written all over her, didn’t deserve shit, never mind something that mattered to Inessa.

Unease settled inside me at her gratitude. This relationship with Inessa was unlike any other I’d had with a woman. I didn’t even have female friends outside of Aoife, and Finn kept close tabs on her interactions with the family—mostly because of Da, I knew that.

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