The Tyrant (Banker #3)(32)

When she finished every single aftershock of her pleasure, she rolled me to my back so she could do me next.

Yes.

Her mouth started at my balls, sucking and licking them, until she glided her tongue up my length. Over my vein like a bump in the road, she moved all the way to my tip then licked up the drop that formed there.

This was the best.

She lifted my big dick and shoved her throat over it, her mouth gaping open to accommodate me. Her flat tongue lubricated my shaft most of the way, at least, as far as she could go. She pulled up again, licked my tip, and then kept going.

It’d been weeks since my last orgasm. I didn’t have any pride left to last a long time. I had nothing to prove to this woman. She knew exactly what I was capable of. My hand moved to the back of her neck, and I guided her over my length so I could come. “Here it comes, baby…” Like the good woman she was, she didn’t gag. She took my load deep into her mouth and swallowed it like a pro.

I lay back and closed my eyes as I exploded, my body pulsating with happiness as I filled her mouth. The sensation spread from my fingertips to my toes. It was so good, making all my muscles tighten.

She licked everything away until my dick was as clean as it’d been when we started. She crawled up my body and held herself on top of me. “That was—”

I cupped her face and kissed her, not caring about the come in her mouth. I rolled her to her back and moved my fingers between her legs once again. Now that I had this connection again, I didn’t want to lose it. I wanted to enjoy every second of it, to treasure this woman I’d taken for granted too many times.





I woke up earlier than Siena, so I changed Martina’s diaper, gave her breakfast, and then spent some time with her over my own breakfast before I put her back in her crib for an early morning nap.

Then I went to work.

It allowed Siena to sleep as long as possible before she spent the entire day with our baby. At least she was refreshed before she took up the task.

I headed to work then sat behind my desk in my office. Bates hadn’t shown his face, only working with clients through emails and handling everything remotely. He knew what would happen if he crossed my path.

I was still livid with him.

Siena and I had finally found our way back to each other, but it was full of uncertainty and terror. I wasn’t sure if she would ever fully forgive me. If the shooting hadn’t happened, she still would have been angry, but not so pissed off. So Bates fucked that up for me—big-time.

Not to mention, he could have killed her. If his aim had been off just a little, she could be brain-dead right now.

To my surprise, Bates stepped into the doorway. Dressed in a fresh suit like he was ready for a day at the office, he stared at me hesitantly, like I might pull a gun out of the drawer and shoot him in the head.

It was tempting.

Bates continued to watch me, trying to assess my mood.

I leaned back in my chair and opened the top right drawer. Inside was a blade, a blade perfectly designed to slit someone’s throat. I shut the drawer, pulled it out of the sheath, and then played with it between my fingers.

Bates didn’t cross the threshold into my office. “So you’re still mad, then?”

“You tell me.”

He glanced at the knife. “Yeah…I think so.”

“You’re stupid to show up here.”

“I was hoping you’d had enough time to cool down.”

“Cool down?” I asked incredulously. “You shot my woman. You could have killed the mother of my child.”

“I was never going to kill her.”

“It was dark. Sometimes the hand slips.”

“My hand doesn’t slip, and you know that.”

I spun the knife between my fingers. “You seem confused. Not killing her isn’t the issue. Shooting her in the first place is the issue.”

“And I apologized—”

“Which means nothing.”

“What if I apologized to her?”

I scoffed. “She doesn’t care enough to hear your apology.”

“Then what can I do, Cato? I know it was a dick thing to do, and I’m sorry. I don’t have a legitimate justification.”

“No, you don’t.” I tossed the knife on the desk. “It took me weeks to get her to speak to me again. Weeks to get back into her bed. Weeks to get her to kiss me. She would have forgiven me if we’d done things my way, but I almost lost her because of you.”

“She would never leave you. She loves you too much.”

“And you’d shoot the woman who loves your brother?”

“She still needed to be punished—”

“I will decide how to punish my woman. Not you. This isn’t the fucking bank. There are no joint decisions when it comes to my private life. You had no right to overstep your boundary like that. I’ll never forgive you for it.”

It was the first time he seemed genuinely heartbroken. “Cato…come on.”

“Come on, what?” I hissed. “I asked her what she wanted me to do about you. I told her I would kill you if that’s what she wanted. Whatever vengeance she wants, I’ll honor. You know what she said?”

His skin started to fade to the color of paper.

“She said she never wants you to hold our daughter. Ever.”