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I continued on, alternating giving her a few more quick hard slaps, with playing with her pussy. When we were both panting hard, her bottom a lovely shade of red, her pussy dripping and my cock ready unable to take any more, I pulled her up to sit on my lap.
“God, you are the sexiest, most amazing woman I’ve ever met,” I told her before, kissing her deeply and turning her to straddle me. “Now, be a good girl, and sit on my cock!”
She obeyed immediately, lifting her body up, notching my cock at her entrance then taking me inside her in one quickmovement. She moaned as her bottom hit my thighs, the sting in her bum heightening her pleasure. “Ride me!” I told her, slapping her already stinging sexy arse. “Yes, sir!” she screamed, using my shoulders as leverage to plunger herself up and down on my cock, over and over again.
When she began to tire, I spanked her again. “Don’t you stop until we both come,” I growled, taking her hips and helping her continue on.
A few more thrusts was all it took and her pussy clenched hard, she screamed my name, as her core milked my cock. I groaned her name unable to hold back any longer and my release swept over me.
“I love you, babe.” The words slipped out without thought. I glanced quickly at my Little Miss Sexy Ass, hoping my confession hadn’t scared her off. Our relationship was so new, and she’d fought me for so long that I couldn’t bear to lose her because I’d been unable to hold my feelings back.
Claire looked at me, her eyes brimming with unshed tears, and I gulped, torn between hope and dread. She didn’t speak; instead, she leaned in and kissed me deeply. I prayed those tears sprang from joy—longing for the day she’d feel safe enough to whisper those words back to me, to join me in this reckless leap of faith we were taking together.
CHAPTER 31
CLAIRE
THE FOLLOWING MORNING – THE THREATS CONTINUE
“So, what have you got planned for today?” Luca asked the following morning.
“I need to go over to my house later and check the mail. I’m expecting my new bank card in the post. But first I’m going to email my resignation off to Turner and Hanson, then I need to get my CV in shape so I can start looking for a new job, I guess,” I sighed.
“You can always take over from Bradley, babe. You know Miki’s already asked you and Brad would love to train you up as his successor.”
“I know, but I’m still not sure I’m ready for that. I’ll think about it,” I told him and I meant it. I’d quiz Brad on things when I saw him next.
“Yes, please do. We are moving out of our more illegal activities a bit at a time and soon there will be little chance of any of us needing a criminal lawyer. Well, so long as we don’t get caught out with the white collar stuff, but that’s unlikely. Marko is exceptionally good at what he does, and the chances of anything being traced back to us are extremely slim. Even if it did happen, we wouldn’t expect you to get involved. We’d ensure you never had anything to do with that side of the business, soyou’d never have to worry about getting your hands dirty,” he said.
I nodded.
“Great, I’ll see you tonight,” he said, leaning in to kiss me goodbye before playfully swatting my bum. The tap brought back memories of last night’s role play, sending a shiver of delight through me as my body remembered the sting of his hand. My pussy clenched so hard I almost came on the spot.
Shock coursed through me. My god, what was that? I’d never expected to enjoy spanking, but that first time had opened my mind to it, and now I couldn’t get enough. Adding the role play had only intensified the pleasure. My body still hummed with the memory.
Smiling to myself, I quickly dressed and opened my laptop. A few short, clipped sentences of resignation flew from my fingers, leaving me with a mess of emotions. Sadness that my partnership dreams with Turner and Hanson were over. Disgust over the incident that had led to this. Anger at their manipulation and intimidation. Hurt that years of friendship and mentorship had been a lie. And worst of all, disillusionment in the people and systems I’d always believed in.
I updated my CV and sent it off to several firms that might be interested. With every email, my heart wavered—caught between the heaviness of starting over and the possibility of new beginnings. I’d promised to think about taking over from Bradley, and I would, but it didn’t hurt to explore other options.
Later in the afternoon, I went in search of Vlad, finding him in the kitchen devouring some of Nonna’s leftover pie. “Can you drive me over to my house? I want to check my mail.”
“Sure,” he said, scoffing the last bit.
When we reached my house, we parked in the drive at the side. The moment I stepped out of the vehicle my heart sunk atwhat I saw. The mess. Someone had sprayed the front door of the house with paint. “Bitch. You’ll pay!”
Anger surged through me at the sight.
Vlad’s arm grabbed mine. “Get back inside the car until I check around the house,” Vlad said, his voice just as calm as usual, his eyes scanning the area once again for threats. Without argument, I did what he said, but I was fuming. I was sick of the threats. This thing with that bloody MP had to stop.
I sat in the car and watched Vlad cautiously move around my home. A few seconds later, he was back.
“All clear. This is the only damage,” he said.
I sighed in relief. He took a photo and sent it to Luca. Then rang Miki to send the cleanup team.
As we stepped inside, I berated myself for not getting a better security system. All I had was the camera on the doorbell at the front—now sprayed over. I pulled up the footage on my phone: a figure, likely male, dressed in dark clothing with a hood pulled up, approaching from the side before spraying the camera—then nothing. Typical.
“Send a copy of that to Marko,” Vlad said. “He might be able to enhance it.”