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Kael’s pov
“Keep your mouth open… yeah, just like that.” I growled as I pumped my hand over my length once then twice, then I spilled over his face and in his mouth, groaning as my orgasm washed over me.
Damon was on his feet in seconds, scowling and looking hot with my c*m on his face.
“Fucker, haven’t I said to stop cumming on my face like I’m one of your whores?” He demanded and spat the c*m on my shirt, his own c**k hard in his pants.
He might not realize it yet but he was such a brat.
I rolled my eyes as I grabbed his throat and jerked him forward, squeezing until he moaned. He palmed his c**k through his pants
“You know I can make you lick the c*m off my shirt, I know you’d like that, you horny freak.” I husked out, tightening my grip in a way that drove him crazy. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as his body shook hard against mine, a wrecked moan leaving his mouth.
“Pull out your c**k and get yourself off.” I ordered without releasing my hold on his throat. He did just that. He listened best this way, when I had him pliant like this.
As he stroked his c**k fast, I bit on his ear and that sent him over the edge with a sharp cry.
I finally let go of his throat and he inhaled air fast, slumping against the wall. That made my lips twitch as I leisurely walked towards my mini bar and poured myself another drink.
I was sipping on the strong alcohol when I heard a gun cork behind me, making my eye twitch.
Damon had his gun aimed at me, his teeth bared. “This is the last time I’d warn you, Kael. Keep your f*****g hands to yourself. Stop f*****g touching me, I’m straight.”
He still looked flushed, and his clothes disheveled.
I rolled my eyes, completely unfazed by the pointed gun cause I knew he wouldn’t shoot. I’ve lost count of the amount of times we’ve both had guns pointed at each other.
“I’m straight too,” I drawled and he scoffed.
“I mean it.”
But I wasn’t lying. Thinking about getting to f**k Zara again instantly had my c**k twitching in my pants. I’ve never found another guy attractive, for Damon, I guess he was good looking, with blonde hair and green eyes, but it wasn’t attraction with him.
It was hatred.
“You made me lost good money, Kael. Stop getting in the way of my deals.” He grounded out tightly and I shrugged as I walked past him, heading for my desk and sitting by the edge.
“That’s just business, Damon. Try to be more slicker like Tristan. Tristan would lock a deal fast before news get to me, that’s how to run a damn gang.” I drawled. As expected, that set Damon off and he glared at me as he pocketed his gun.
“Don’t compare me to that sick f**k,”
That sick f**k being the person who actually raided the warehouse we first clashed over while collectively thinking we were both behind it.
Tristan.
The three of us hated each other so much and it was a miracle we were yet to burn this town down from the amount of times we’ve clashed in the past years.
After Damon finally stormed out, I found myself relaxing while my mind returned back to Zara. Her mouth still looked rosy as ever and I wondered how it would feel around my c**k. Would she still be shy like she was the first and last I f****d her? Or was she like a vixen now?
As images ran through my mind, I found myself hard as a rock in no time, then I spent the next second stroking myself off whine imagining pinning Zara down and f*****g my babies inside her.
I came so f*****g hard.
I wasn’t sure of how I’ll successfully succeed in controlling myself around her, cause the amount of pent up desire I had for her was threatening to burst out my chest. But I was gonna try to not overwhelm her. She was in a fragile state now and overwhelming her would send her running the other way.
I’d have to be careful.
My phone rang and I pulled it out. It was from Roberto. I answered the call fast.
“I found it, boss.” He instantly said In greeting and I felt pleased.
“Good. Send the details in and good job.”
In no time, my system was flooded with details of Zara’s f*****g husband, including a picture.
How did she end up settling for someone this ugly? I wondered as I looked through the attached details.
Troy Max. Twenty seven years. Son of a billionaire but disowned by family. Lots of debt.
I squinted. Did Zara marry him for his money, not knowing he was already disowned?
I shook my head. That was impossible. Zara wasn’t shallow like that.
This means she married him cause she loved him.
At once, my grip tightened on the phone till the screen cracked.
‘Calm the f**k down.’ I reminded myself.
She’s no longer with the asshole. She’s with me now, where she belonged.
That evening, I returned back to the hospital, and stopped by the doctor’s office first. She let me know that Zara’s fine to leave tonight, but I’d rather she get supervised until tomorrow. I stopped by the nurse I had watched Zara’s kid. The nurse told me she relayed to Zara that I tasked her with watching the kid so she’d not worry and presently, the kid’s asleep.
Zara was awake when I stepped into her ward, sitting up and staring off into the wall. Her face flushed when she noticed my presence and for a moment, I felt entranced by her sheer beauty.
Nothing’s changed. Even in a basic hospital dress, I still felt so much unbridled desire for her.
“You’re awake.” I murmured as I stopped by her bed.
She nodded, blinking up at me. “Uh… I never got to thank you, Kael. Coming over, i thought it was gonna be Micah, but thank you for coming, for helping me and my daughter out, I don’t know how I’ll repay you…” she breathed out, glancing away at the end.
I scoffed. She thinks I’ll take her damn money?
“How’s your health? Any pain?” I asked instead, my eyes darting around.
“It’s fine, I don’t feel pain anymore. It was mostly anxiety anyway.” She breathed out and anger lurched within me.
Oh, how I’ll enjoy torturing that f*****g Troy…
“The doctor said I’ll be released tomorrow, so… when is Micah gonna get here? Cause I’m guessing he’s gonna take me home with him…”
I almost laughed. If only she knew.
“Micah isn’t here for now. You’ll be in my care until he arrives.” I revealed and her eyes widened.
“What?” She whispered. “He’ll be here tomorrow morning, right?”
I scowled. Why was she sounding like this was a death sentence? Does she hate seeing right now me that much?
“He won’t, doll. You’re stuck with me until he returns.” I drawled as I folded my hands.
She sputtered, her face flushing beautifully. “D- don’t call me that! And where- where is my brother? Why won’t he be here?”
I shrugged. “You’ll have to ask him.”
Her brother was all the way in Italy, running his own gang there. It’s a long story but I have no interest in breaking that news to her myself.
“But I don’t have a phone.” She cried out.
“Why? Cause your husband took it? Your house was a mess, like a big fight took place in there. Tell me, was that the usual for you two? How long has that been going on?” I gritted out.
Her eyes widened as she jumped, then she pursed her lips and looked the other way.
“T- that’s private, Kael. I appreciate you saving me but frankly, this doesn’t concern you. I thought my brother was gonna be the one coming. When are you leaving?”
I barked out an annoyed laugh and grabbed her chin, forcing her to face me. “I’m not sorry for that, doll. You’d have liked it if I hadn’t come? If I had left you there? That’s what you’re saying?” I demanded and her face flushed before she swallowed and shook her head.
“N- no, I won’t. I’m sorry, I don’t know what I’m saying.” She muttered quietly, looking away.
I sighed as I regarded her, fighting off the urge to kiss her right now. I stroked her soft cheek as I spoke. “Are you gonna answer my question now? How long has this… maltreatment been going on?”
She met my eyes again, looking exhausted. “Why are you asking? This really isn’t any of your concern.”
My face twisted with anger. “The f**k do you mean? It’s every business of mine. I need to know how long this went on for. That would determine how long I’ll let his torture drag out before I take his life. Now, give me a f*****g answer, Zara.”
- Writer
