Kostas glowers at him as he sheds his jacket and rolls up his sleeves. “The hard way it is.” He turns to me, and I give a look that tells him I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be damned if I don’t get to see this asshole get what’s coming to him. Kostas simply shakes his head, not even bothering to argue.
Kostas unbuckles his belt and pulls it through the loops. For a second, I wonder if he’s going to whip Fowler with his belt, but instead he wraps it around his neck, tightening it so tight, Fowler’s veins in his neck and face bulge. He doesn’t stop until Fowler’s face is bright red.
“This is for teaming with the wrong side.” He tightens it some more, and I worry he’s going to kill him before he gets any information out of him.
“And this is for even thinking you would try to take my daughter and wife from me.” Kostas tightens the belt, and Fowler’s survival instincts kick in. He tries to wriggle his body to get free. His head lashes back and forth as his face color turns to a deep crimson.
“Sis, you sure you wanna be here for this?” Phoenix asks, his tone laced with worry.
“She’s not going anywhere,” Kostas says, answering for me. “Your sweet little sister has quite the dark side in her.” While still choking Fowler, he looks back and shoots me a knowing smirk, causing my belly to flutter with butterflies. Jesus, I think I might be as crazy as my husband.
Kostas
When I’d gotten the text from Phoenix, I’d seen red. But thankfully, Talia’s brother is one of the few people I can trust around here. He’d been onto Fowler’s bullshit already and had his eye on him. And when the fucker thought he could hurt my fucking wife, she shot him.
Good girl.
Good goddamn girl.
The prick is whining and hissing against the leather belt that has him in a chokehold, but all I can do is admire my wife. She looks borderline angelic in her yellow sundress and sunny hair that hangs down her back in what she calls beach waves. Even the smile on her plump red lips is serene. It’s the eyes, though.
Brilliant and blazing.
Wickedly blue.
A monster who teases my own.
If I didn’t have this dickhead to torture, I’d bend her over my bed right now and take her bloody cunt. I’d smack her ass in the way bad girls get their reward and use my crimson-soaked dick to push between her cheeks, taking her where she doesn’t bleed but sure as fuck will feel like it.
Having a hard-on with a rat in my presence is inconvenient.
“Take him to the garage. This shit is going to get bloody.” I nod at Phoenix. “Don’t kill him yet.”
While Phoenix handles him, I grab Talia’s wrist and haul her into our giant closet. I close the door and then pounce on her. My lips crash to hers as I grab her ass.
“I was fucking terrified something happened to you,” I growl, nipping at her bottom lip. “And here you are, ruling over your mere mortals like the queen you are. You make me proud, zoí mou.”
She kisses me hard and works at my tie. “You can’t wear your good tie to cut off limbs, husband.”
“And sundresses are meant for the beach, not stabbing rats,” I tell her, ripping at the fabric and pulling it down one shoulder so I can kiss her bare skin. “As much as I want to fuck my gorgeous wife, I need to get down there and find answers.”
She grumbles as she grips my dick through my slacks. “You can’t go down there with this.” She squeezes me. “You’ll accidentally poke someone’s eye out.” When she drops to her knees, I groan in pleasure. Her wicked grin is back as she tugs at my zipper and reaches into my boxers to free my cock. She pulls it through the zipper hole and admires it with exaggerated excitement.
Little brat.
Playful and sexy in a time where we need to be ruthless and evil…and yet I want to make them wait for five goddamn minutes so my wife can suck my dick.
Her pink tongue darts out, wetting my tip, and she circles it in a teasing way. I grip a handful of her blond hair and pin her with a fierce stare.
“Wrap your fat lips around my dick,” I growl.
She scowls. “Fat?”
Oh, Jesus, fuck.
“Plump. Juicy. Perfect. Your lips were made for sucking dick, Talia. Fucking own it.”
This earns me a smile and then she wraps those lovely lips around my thick, veiny cock, ravishing me with her hot mouth. I grunt and flex my hips, slightly fucking her mouth. Her teeth scrape along my flesh and her blue eyes dart up to mine, a warning gleaming in them. I take her challenge and buck again. She gags and purposefully drags her teeth up my shaft to the crown. Her cheeks indent as she sucks on the crown, hard and unyielding, as though she can bleed me dry of cum with such a simple maneuver. It nearly fucking works. A growl rumbles through me and I thrust again. Her throat constricts when my tip slides into its tight, warm depths.
She’s so fucking pretty when her blue eyes water when she tries to swallow me whole.
“I’m going to come down your throat and then tonight I’m going to come in your ass,” I tell her smugly, daring her to challenge me.
She doesn’t because it’s hard to argue with a nine-inch dick for a lollipop down your throat. Her slender fingers massage my balls before she twists slightly, reminding me of the fact that just because she’s on her knees, it means nothing.
She. Fucking. Owns. Me.
Seeing her so goddamn powerful on her knees with a monster’s balls in her grip has me snarling with my release. She takes me deeper in her throat the moment that first burst of cum hits her throat. I hiss as my dick is swallowed down her needy throat. I flex my ass cheeks as I milk the rest of my cum into her hot mouth and then I pull away abruptly.
Talia rises to her feet and kisses my lips as she tucks my wet cock back into my slacks.
“Good boy,” she purrs. “Now let’s go torture that motherfucker.”
It’s true love with this one.
Talia leans against the wall, quietly watching, while Phoenix paces the floor in front of Fowler. Adrian has Fowler’s phone and is already tracing numbers to locations. He’ll work his tech side to get information while Phoenix and I do it the good old-fashioned way: by brute force.
Fowler’s shirt has been removed and someone poured superglue in his gunshot wounds to keep him from bleeding out. That shit has to hurt like a bitch. Exactly what we wanted, too. It’s only going to get worse from here.
“Where’s Aris?” I ask coolly, fiddling with the tip of my knife.
He spits at Phoenix’s feet. “Fuck you.”
Phoenix bitch slaps him, making Fowler cry out in surprise. These men can take punches, but a slap to the face like a fucking girl is jarring to them. He gapes at Phoenix incredulously.
“You tell me where my brother is and we’ll let you live.” I snort. “Man, I can’t even say that with a straight face. How about this? We’ll let you die quicker if you tell us where he is.”
“I won’t tell you shit,” Fowler snaps.
“So you don’t need your tongue then?” I step forward, loving the way his eyes widen marginally so.
“He didn’t get a chance to tell me before your cunt wife—” Fowler starts.
Phoenix bitch slaps him again and snarls at him. “Her name is Talia. Use her name.”