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  We savored each other until I couldn't stand the thought of not touching his bare skin. Pushing him back a fraction without breaking our kiss, I tugged at the buttons of his shirt

  I wanted him as naked as I was. When my fingers wouldn't cooperate, I ripped his shirt open, sending buttons flying.

  Hagen looked down at me and lifted a brow.

  "You're not the only one who can make rags out of perfectly good clothing."

  "Good to know." He bit my lower lip and then shrugged out of his torn shirt.

  He slid off the bed and shucked his pants and boxer briefs.

  Holy fuck. The man was built. Muscular yet lean. And those tattoos. There were two serpents designed with such detail that they almost looked three dimensional. They covered all of his right arm and up toward his neck, giving him the edge he was known for.

  "What are you thinking about?"

  "I want to explore your tattoos." I paused, licking my lips before saying, "With my tongue."

  "Fuck, Starlight. You’re going to kill me."

  "So you'll let me?"

  "Yes, but later." He climbed back on the bed—his cock hard and thick, bobbing up and down.

  He grabbed a condom he'd thrown on the bed, tore the foil packet, and sheathed himself in latex.

  "Much later. Right now, I need to fuck you the way I wanted to in my office." He grabbed my legs, spreading them as he pulled me toward him and impaled me on his erection.

  "Hagen," I cried out.

  "I love hearing my name on your lips." He pulled out to the tip and thrust back in.

  He set a hard, fast, and relentless pace that had my body on fire and craving more. I dug my nails into his back and held on for the ride.

  My hard nipples ached with the friction of his movement as did my core, wanting more and more. He cupped my jaw and drew me to him for a gentle kiss in sharp contrast to his thrusts. Then, before I realized it, I was convulsing around him. Milking his cock and soaking our bodies with my arousal.

  "Come one more time," he murmured against my lips as his fingers brushed my clit. I followed his command almost immediately, but this time I wasn't alone.

  Hagen

  * * *

  "I LEARNED you're a card shark today," I said as I tucked a well-satiated Persephone Kipos against my chest.

  Watching her come apart in my arms was incredible. I would never get tired of seeing it. I planned to see it every day, if not multiple times a day. I should feel bad that I took her so hard. No matter what she said, she had to be sore, but the second I touched her, I lost all sense.

  She lifted her head. "Is Zack still griping about the Rolex? It's not my fault he bet the damn thing and I had a royal flush."

  I couldn't help but smile at her outrage. "I don't think Zack has met anyone better than him at cards. I believe you bruised his ego. He did, after all, finance his real-estate empire with his winnings from cards."

  "Serves him right for telling me he'd go easy on me that first time he invited me to play."

  "Who taught you?"

  "Henna. You think I'm a shark. That girl is beyond that."

  Starlight’s cousin was smart as they came. Even with her own family issues, she'd gone out of her way to give Starlight a sense of family, and I'd forever be grateful for it. Too bad she had the bad sense to adore my father. But then again, Collin more than likely had ulterior motives for helping her after the scandal of her father’s embezzlement.

  "Maybe we should get Zack and her together for a game," I suggested but wasn't serious.

  "Nope, never happening. First, the second Zack said anything against your father, she'd stab him in the throat. Despite what happened with the three of you, Collin has been more of a father to Henna and Anaya than my uncle ever was."

  "And second?"

  "I'm not sure Zack, with his master-of-everything-around ego, could handle losing to her. She is very much like him in personality." She shook her head. "They’re both the winner-take-all type."

  "In other words, you're saying they'd kill each other."

  "You said it, not me. But yes." She shifted against my reviving cock, and I had to set my hand on her hip to keep her still.

  I will not fuck her again. I will not fuck her again.

  Now if only my hard-as-stone cock was on board.

  It would probably be months before I didn't get the urge to fuck her every second of every day. I knew it would be like this.

  "I have something to tell you."

  "Does it have to do with Papa?" Her body stiffened, and the relaxed mood dimmed.

  "That conversation will happen with your brother present. But to ease your mind, I have a few people working on it."

  I could tell she had more questions, but must have decided to let it go and instead asked, “So what do you need to tell me?"

  "Pierce and Zack know you own PSK."

  "Did you tell them?"

  "No. It was Draco Jackson."

  I waited for her to freak that a known monster was aware of her company, but she surprised me by staying calm.

  "Well, that was unexpected. What did he want? A case of the batch I’m holding back from the market?"

  I turned her to face me. "You know him?"

  "I met him during my college years. His granddaughter, Lana, and I are friends."

  "Do you realize how dangerous it is for you to be involved with anyone from his organization?"

  "Calm down. She was my lab partner in college. I had no idea she was Draco's family. As far as I knew, she was a rich Japanese heiress who decided to become a chemist instead of going into the family business."

  Family business being the mafia.

  Draco had five children and fourteen grandchildren, with only one of them being a girl. She was the family princess. From what I knew about her, she was a science and technology wizard who'd attended Stanford. She rarely, if ever, gave anyone in her family grief. Well except that one time she went to… That was when it hit me.

  "You were part of the group that went to Miami and had Draco losing his mind with worry."

  She winced and then nodded.

  "Yep. Imagine my surprise when a group of gun-carrying badasses walked into the nightclub we were partying at and ordered everyone but us to vacate the premises. At first, I thought we were in a hostage situation, but then a short Japanese man who looked exactly like Lana entered and glared at us.

  "The crazy part was that he never raised his voice. Instead, he gave us a long lecture about responsibilities and showing respect, and we should know better than to cause our families undue stress. Afterwards, he kissed Lana on the head and told her she was a good girl."

  I snorted—of course the old man let her get away with it. Too bad the poor chump bodyguard she ditched had to deal with the consequences of Draco's wrath. "When did you discover he was Draco Jackson?"

  "It wasn't until midway through dinner in the penthouse of his hotel room, when he looked in my direction and mentioned you that I realized he was the mob boss you were reportedly working for. Lana's last name is Kimura, after all, so there was no way I could have suspected."

  "What exactly did he say about me?"

  Her cheeks heated and she looked away, which only made me more curious.

  I cupped her jaw, turning her back to me.

  "That he knew a good Greek boy I'd be perfect for once I finished school. He said the boy was headstrong but smart. Then he showed me a picture of you and told me we'd make beautiful babies. I think he views you as a son. Draco is really a nice guy."

  "Those are two words I would never use when it came to describing Oyabun," I muttered.

  I'd seen Draco slit a man's throat for talking without permission. Nice was the last word I would think to use about him.

  "So how does your whiskey come into play?"

  "That was by accident. Lana knew from school that I was interested in the science behind distilleries. She’s probably the smartest person I know. So naturally, I asked her to help me tr
oubleshoot problems in my process in the beginning. She then helped me find my initial distributors. I'm not going to say I'm proud of it, but having Lana in the mix helps keep people from opening their mouths about who runs PSK."

  All of the sudden, the urge to shake her hit me. My woman was in business with a mob princess.

  "So you’re in business with her?" I couldn't hide my irritation.

  "Of course not. Lana is just a good friend. I help her when she needs help and she helped me. That's what friends do."

  She couldn't be serious.

  "I think you need to finish telling me the story, so I don't have a heart attack. How did Draco find out?”

  "Honestly, I think he’s always known. Lana is his pride and joy, and he knows everything about anyone and everyone in her life. Also, there’s the fact he has been trying to sweet-talk me into giving him a case of the batch I’m keeping from the market. Lana let it slip a few months ago that she had a taste of the batch and that it was the best to date. Which of course means Draco wants some."

  "Do you plan to give it to him?"

  "Of course, but he'll have to wait until Christmas. Every December, I send him a case of my best bottling of the year. It's a tradition."

  I stared at Starlight, not sure whether to be furious that she had a relationship with Draco or be in awe of her.

  I rolled onto my back and covered my eyes. I'd spent so much time worrying about her being disgusted by my past, and here she was an almost granddaughter to a man tied to the mafia across two countries.

  Starlight crawled on top of me, rolled her hips against my half-hard cock, and smiled. "Did I shock you?"

  "You could say that." My hands gripped her hips, stilling her movement.

  "I told you, I'm not as innocent as you think. Circumstances gave me the role I've played at Kipos, but I know what I'm doing. Well, when it comes to PSK, anyway."

  I slid my fingers into her hair and drew her down for a kiss, then murmured against her lips, "Life with you is definitely going to be interesting."

  "Hagen?" She whimpered, and the cords of my decision to not take her again began to unravel.

  "Yes."

  She shifted, lifting her leg as she grabbed the base of my shaft and pressed my cock into her slick opening.

  Holy shit, that felt good. Her bare slick heat on my cock.

  God, I wanted to bury myself deep in her.

  Before I followed through with my urge, rational thought reared its ugly head, and I held her still. "Starlight. I'm not wearing a condom."

  She gazed into my eyes. "You gave me your health report and you know I haven't been with anyone but you."

  "But what about pregnancy?"

  "I'm on the pill."

  She laughed as she caught my frown and cupped my face. "My doctor put me on them to regulate my periods."

  Why did the thought that she couldn't get pregnant if I came inside her bother me so much? This woman had me so twisted I didn't know which way was up.

  In less than forty-eight hours, she had me tied in knots, and I wasn't sure how to handle it. I was the man every mother wanted to keep her sweet daughter away from, and here I was with the one girl I should never have touched.

  "Please," she moaned as her arousal dripped onto my cock. "I need you in me."

  Oh fuck, I was going to go to hell for sure.

  I rolled her onto her back and slammed to the hilt. We both gasped. The feel of her swollen, wet tissue had me gritting my teeth to maintain control.

  Never had I gone without a condom. I wasn't the manwhore everyone believed by any means, but protections were something I lived religiously by. Hell, this was Vegas. But now, feeling the slick, wet heat of Starlight's pussy was like heaven on earth.

  I set a steady rhythm, savoring her mewled moans of need and each slide off my dick in and out of her heat. Nothing had ever felt this good.

  The first spasms of her release rippled around me, and I smiled as a thought passed through my mind. Time for her first lesson.

  "Starlight, who do you belong to?"

  Confusion entered her eyes as she clenched my shoulders and raised her hips to give her the friction she needed to go over.

  I pulled out until I was barely a fraction inside her needy cunt and hovered.

  "What are you doing?" she demanded, slapping my back. "I'm almost there."

  I grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head. "You have to answer my question, and then I'll give you what you’re craving."

  "Are you crazy?"

  I slid my hand between our bodies and grazed the tiny swollen pearl at the apex of her slit. I slowly pumped in and out of her while my fingers teased.

  Her back bowed, and the tiny contractions started again. Just as she was about to go over, I stopped all movement. Then I repeated the pleasure-filled torture twice more.

  "I swear to God, Hagen. I will kill you if you don't stop teasing me."

  "It's not teasing. It's called orgasm denial."

  She blew out a deep, frustrated breath. “I thought you said you weren't into kink."

  "I never said that. I'm not into paddles and clamps and spankings. I'm into domination and control."

  "Oh." Her green gaze dilated and her cunt grew wetter.

  My cock ached to come, but I held back.

  "Now answer my question."

  "What question?"

  "Who do you belong to?" I pressed my forehead against hers and stared.

  A smile touched her lips, and she leaned up, grazing her soft cheek against my stubble-covered one before kissing my throat.

  "Hagen, you know I belong to you. I wouldn't be here otherwise."

  I cupped her jaw, covering her lips with mine. This woman never responded the way I expected.

  As I deepened the kiss, I began to move, and within seconds, Starlight orgasmed, clenching hard around my girth. Immediately, I followed, and I could swear it never felt so good to come in my life.

  It was settled. I was keeping this woman. Damn the consequences. She was mine. Hopefully, she wouldn't fight me on it when she learned what I'd decided.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Penny

  * * *

  "PENNY, I think you need to see this latest article about you."

  I glanced over my shoulder at Anaya, who had a worried expression on her face.

  It probably was some well-spun announcement about my departure from Kipos. Maybe something along the lines of having a mental breakdown and needing time to recuperate.

  The fact that I'd spent the last three weeks out of sight and in Hagen's bed probably added to whatever Dara was leaking. A smile touched my lips. Being with Hagen was like being consumed by an avalanche of pleasure. When he wasn't working, he found some excuse to fuck me senseless.

  It was odd not to go into the office every day, but it gave me some time to relax, catch up on work for PSK, and try my best not to nag Adrian for updates on all Dara was doing to destroy Kipos.

  "Who cares?" I lifted my clipboard and wrote down a few numbers from the pressure gauge attached to the steel cylinders. "I was supposed to be here by six this morning. And since I haven't been here in two weeks and then overslept today, I have to catch up on too much to worry about my stepmother."

  Anaya shifted on her feet and then sighed, walking over to a desk in the corner of the warehouse. She picked up a newspaper and brought it to me.

  Begrudgingly, I took it from her fingers and scanned the contents. It was the business section of the paper. The headline read: “Greek Heiress Persephone Kipos Ousted from Kipos International.”

  The article underneath detailed my alleged involvement with the Vegas underworld and/or those with criminal ties.

  It also relayed rumors of a torrid affair with one of the Lykaios brothers.

  I bit the inside of my cheek so the ringing in my head would stop. I really hated that woman. I'd spent my whole life trying to keep out of the spotlight, and now Dara would try to ruin my reputation for what? To devalue
the company? Kipos stock was going to take a plunge.

  My stomach turned.

  After a few deep breaths, I unbuttoned my lab coat and sat in a nearby chair. Pinching the bridge of my nose, I made a mental list of everyone I'd have to call to keep operations running.

  Then, I remembered what Adrian had said.

  Trust me. I've got it under control.

  I wanted to let him take the lead on this, but he was only twenty. I hated allowing others to control my destiny, even my baby brother.

  My CFO had recently heard that Dara was looking for a capital infusion into the company. She'd spent too much over the past few years, and the only way to keep a hostile takeover at bay was to sell equity shares of the company. Her best bet, though, was to sell the company outright. This way she'd have a hefty retirement, and Adrian and I would be done with her. Well, I would, but poor Adrian. She was his mother, and that would never change.

  Too bad she needed my vote to go through with it. I owned thirty-three percent of the company, and the bylaws required my approval. If a bidder with enough capital surfaced, then I'd have to stall the vote until Hagen's contacts came through. I had to know for certain whether Dara was involved in Papa's death.

  "The headline is bad, but if you read the whole article, they’re saying this news goes against everything known about you. They think it’s a ploy by your stepmother to ruin your reputation. Everyone knows she's after your…" Anaya trailed off when she noticed I was barely paying attention to her.

  "Well, at least they got one part right." I closed my eyes, remembering the way it felt when Hagen slid inside me in the early hours of the morning.

  Never would I have imagined a man could literally fuck all night, but Hagen had. My body ached, and my crazy self wanted more. It was a wonder I could walk today.

  "What part?" Anaya came to sit across from me.

  "The part about the affair with a Lykaios brother."

  "Hagen," she said with a smirk.

  My cheeks heated. "Yes."

  "It's about damn time." She jumped up and fist-pumped in the air.