Page 105 of Ruthless Dream

Wallen is useful because he can help us with product shipment between New York City and Dublin. Expanding to Las Vegas is out of the question. And I didn’t know he had such issues with the Knights. We all met at their casinos over New Year’s. They’re a stupid enemy for the arms dealer to take on.

Cormac will take all these threads, though, and analyze them. I have no idea what he’ll come up with, but I truly can’t imagine him thinking it’s a good idea to expand that far west.

It’s not about expanding.

I try to roll my shoulders out, the knots starting to burn.

If we helped Wallen, there’s no telling what payment my uncle would ask for. Something that lucrative—Cormac might be persuaded to help out.

That is the last thing we need. Not when we’re close to solidifying trade deals and opening up a new route.

When I pull up to the curb, I’m afraid Adeline’s passed out. I gently tuck her hair back, and she stirs.

“I’ll text Marco,” she whispers, her phone lighting up. Her guard is already at her car door, no message needed.

He nods at me, and I follow Adeline inside.

“Take your dress off,” I tell her when we get inside.

She pauses, halfway toward our room already. Slowly, she peels the straps of her dress down her shoulders. The material pools around her ankles.

“Can I take my heels off?”

I nod and she kicks them off.

“Underwear too.”

She shimmies out of her thong.

“There’s lube in the bedside drawer. Go get it.”

She visibly startles. “W-what.”

“Go,” I order, nodding to the doorway.

“B-but Ciaran⁠—”

“Go, get the lube. Strip the duvet off the bed. Then get on your hands and knees, arse up.”

Adeline squirms, but she turns and heads into the bedroom. I take off my suit jacket, listening for the sound of my nightstand drawer being opened.

There’s movement as she crawls onto the bed, and when I arrive in the doorway, she’s on all fours. Her long, dark hair is a curtain, hiding her face.

I brush it lightly, my hand trailing over her shoulder and down the ridge of her spine. Goose bumps break out along her skin. My fingers snake down the globe of one of her arse cheeks.

“Spread them open.”

She looks over her shoulder, her brown eyes wide.

“Now.”

The past few months, I’ve splayed her open and taken her every way I’ve wanted. My tongue has traced every inch of her. I’ve tied her up and enjoyed the way she squirms when I use toys on her. I’ve spanked this arse and played with it too. Tonight I’m going to finally take it.

The idea of her tight arsehole choking me has been an intoxicating thought for a while now.

“Let me see it.” I spank a cheek when she’s yet to follow through on my demands.

She shuffles slightly, balancing herself as she finally reaches back and spreads her arse cheeks apart. She tenses when one finger touches her.