Wicked Games by Jarica James
Otsana
Despite being with the guys for as long as I had now, I apparently missed the memo that they had an entire office in a building downtown. Keir had been called about something and had insisted I come with him after lunch. I had a feeling it was because he was the only one who’d yet to claim me for the day. It felt like I was job shadowing, mafia style, but it was nice to see this side of them more. I’d run from it for so long, but they ran things so differently than Eros I couldn’t exactly complain. And I was feeling more at home surrounded by all this than I did with the video games.
The office was the penthouse in a local high rise. The bottom floors were filled with lawyers and marketing offices, but Keir had his own private elevator, the true VIP experience. The old doorman greeted us as soon as we approached.
“Mr. Adrostos, welcome. It’s a lovely day,” he said, his Russian accent thick like he’d only just come to America.
“Volkov, nice to see you. I’d like you to meet my wife, Sana Adrostos.” Volkov’s eyes lit up at the mention of me and he bowed like I was royalty.
“Pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Adrostos.” His voice was a mix of warm and rough and I liked him immediately. I had a feeling there was more to him than a harmless doorman.
“Nice building,” I noted as we approached the shined stainless steel elevator emblazoned with a black and gold plate that read VIP. He smirked, knowing it was as extra as everything else in their life. “Care to share why we’re here?”
“There was a lead in the missing shipments, Joe sent over a file,” he said without hesitation. Their open trust had my chest warming. Eros would never have let me in on as much as they had, but their open book attitude is what kept me here. I may have run once, not wanting to live this life, but it wasn’t the lifestyle I was afraid of, it was living like Eros had raised me. Cold, detached, merciless.
My jaw dropped as the elevator opened, the office so much better than I expected. Unlike the lavish modern vibes every other building they owned had, this one was old school. The walls were painted bright white, the floors and accents a dark walnut. Plush burgundy rugs were laid perfectly throughout the space and a giant chandelier inlaid with black and red gems hung over a large desk. It was as dark as the floors and polished to a shine. Bookshelves lined the walls that weren’t just large windows overlooking the city and a bar was set up on one side, big enough for four stools and the wall behind it lined in bottles. French doors led to a simplistic balcony that overlooked Haverden.
“I love this space,” I said as I walked around, taking it all in. It was homey and relaxing and I had a feeling I’d be spending more time up here just for the aesthetic of it.
“It was my father’s, but I had it renovated a bit when he died. I wanted to make it my own but kept the same style centered around the desk. It was his original desk,” he said as he walked behind it and sat. “Drag over a chair. I’ll have a second desk delivered for you soon.”
There weren’t any more office chairs so I grabbed a barstool and brought it over, hopping on as he pulled up his email. The files Joe had sent were encrypted, but Keir had no trouble navigating the safeguards. Once he had it open, I narrowed my eyes.
“He was one of my customers,” I said, leaning in to read the intel included. “He had special requests and always complained about having to get rid of his own guns.”
“That isn't just a customer,” he chuckled. “That is the head of the Theron Family.”
“Wait, there was mention during one of my babysitting days of Theron’s son being in the city,” I said. He nodded, jaw tense as he gritted his teeth. The city seemed to be spiraling underneath them lately and if they didn’t take out the trash, all their hard work would fall.
“It seems that the Lachs are finding allies. I’m just not sure what they’re being offered other than to take over our territory. But the Lachs, the Volantes, who knows who else, they’re all in his pocket now.”
I sighed. “Well, my cousin Tony seems to be aiming to cause trouble. He’s trying to convince me to come back and be his queen. Somehow he’s convinced himself I’m his ticket in and has overlooked incest and the fact Eros would squish him like a bug.”
“Have you seen him again?” he asked, but I had a feeling he knew the answer.
“Yeah, he stopped by when I was in the shop. But you’ve got me in house protection and they took out the trash.”
He let out a little chuckle, proud of himself for that one apparently. As he went back to clicking through files, I realized I wasn’t just going to sit here and wait or read over his shoulder, so I instead started walking through the office, checking everything out. His gaze followed me at first, but when I glanced back he just looked curious.
Keir, it seemed, was a fan of paper trails. You would think someone in his line of ‘work’ wouldn’t want them around, but he kept meticulous files. As I rifled through the file drawer, I noticed he had all of their legitimate business fronts, then listed certain expenses that didn’t quite make sense. Like the bakery needing ten crates of salt. Which likely was his own code for assault rifles or something, keeping it in safe territory unless an auditor knew what they were doing.
Soon I was sitting on the floor, the files spread around me. I’d stolen a pen and sticky notes and started writing down ways he could file it away that wouldn’t raise red flags. It helped that they didn’t own the businesses under one name, but split them between the three brothers.
“What on earth are you doing?” Keir asked, sounding exasperated as he stepped around my organized chaos to get a drink. “You want something?”
“I’m working, and yes,” I answered without looking up. I’d just started in on the gym that moonlighted as a speakeasy. They didn’t mention the cost of running it, but I had a feeling that their monthly shipment of linens and gear included it.
“Here,” he said, his boots clicking on the floor as he approached. He crouched down and handed a drink over. I looked up at him but he was studying my work, eyebrows drawn down and his free hand scratching at his scruff. “Why would we need a property manager and advertisement costs for a bakery? It’s busy enough.”
“You don’t,” I laughed. “That’s the whole point. Keir, no one is going to believe these taxes and with how everyone is poking in your territory and business lately, you don’t want any more surprises.”
His eyebrows shot up into his hairline and he blinked at me. “Our guy does taxes well, but he’s never pointed this out. We’ve done it the same way for years.”
“Then count yourselves lucky no one has questioned it,” I said, not sorry in the least for calling him out.
“Yeah, you’re getting a desk,” he mumbled, standing up as I took my drink and sipped it. With one last unreadable look at me, he went back to his own work. It went on like that all afternoon, me finding my own stuff to work on, from finishing the taxes to writing out business plans. They may just be fronts, but the business needed to match the revenue and some of them had seen better days.
But it had been hours and my stomach was protesting. “Hey, boss, we get lunch around here?”
He glanced at his watch, then me. “What are you thinking? I’d say you earned it.”
“Well, I’d offer myself up as dinner, but my stomach is yelling at me. How about we order in from that café down the street? I hear they have the best fries and I’d kill for some.”
“Done,” he said, pulling out his phone and taking care of it while I wrapped up what I was doing and started putting it all away. As I was bent over, tucking files into the bottom drawer, hands squeezed at my ass. “Having you around here could be dangerous.”
“I’m sure you’ll find a way to cope,” I laughed, shutting it and standing up.
“Always do,” he teased, pulling me against his chest and backing away. He spun us and bent me over so I was leaning over his desk, his papers falling to the floor but he didn’t even flinch. Before I could even think, he had my pants and panties pulled down and was unzipping his own. Not wanting the restriction, I stepped out of my pants and spread my legs. There were no pleasantries or teasing, shoving himself right in. He didn’t care if I was wet or not, the pain searing for a moment and making me hiss. His answering laugh had me growling but he grabbed my ponytail and tugged while continuing to fuck me, pain slipping away to pleasure as he worked me up in the best way. They were never afraid to mix pain and pleasure and it seemed he had been watching me all day, waiting for this moment.
Fingers dug into my hips as he lifted me with one hand, fucking into me until I was crying out. I gasped as he pulled out of me completely and fell to his knees, spreading me further and licking my aching pussy. My knees nearly buckled as he sucked hard on my clit, pleasure jolting through me and leaving me panting. I wanted to come so fucking bad I could taste it and Keir didn’t disappoint. He licked and sucked like a man starved until I was coming on his face, grinding down with no shame as I chased that moment. My pussy clenched around nothing as he pulled away, a slight wave of disappointment forming before he was shoving his cock into me again. The action mixed with his fingers teasing my clit had me coming again, this one nearly painful as it slammed into me, still riding the high from the last.
“Fuck, it’s going to be great making you come to work with me. Every time someone pisses me off I can just shove my cock down your throat or fuck you over my desk.” I moaned at his words, the promise of it making me picture just that. “Actually, this moment should be shared.” He pulled out again and I started to stand. He let me, but only long enough to rip my shirt and bra off before shoving me back on his desk, this time face up and pulling me close so my ass was on the edge of the desk.
“What are you doing?” I asked as he pulled out his phone, a jolt of excitement hitting me as it started to ring.
“Did you find something?” Ky cut in as soon as he picked up, but Keir turned the phone around to show me. I could see Ky’s face shift from shock to lust before he dropped down on the couch. He held the phone with one hand while he pulled out his dick with the other, spanning it lower until I could see his hand running slowly over his hardening cock.
Keir turned it back towards him and clicked again, Killian’s voice popping in now and promptly cutting off as he noticed me on the desk and Ky on his screen. He let out a groan before he dropped to his bed and ran a hand over his dick too. That was enough waiting for Keir, who propped the phone so they had a full view, including him hooking my ankles over his shoulders and thrusting back in. He fucked me with renewed energy now.
The voyeur side of me loved it as much as Keir. He got to flaunt he was the one fucking me, his brothers wishing they were, but I got to see all three of my men turned on for me, aching for me, coming for me.
“Fuck,” Ky cursed, the first to come as Keir leaned down and sucked my nipple into his mouth. My back arched as my boyfriend was already working my clit again, this time his fingers were rough, drawing it out of me so quickly I screamed, the orgasm borderline painful as I milked his cock.
“God, Sana. You’re so fucking sexy,” Killian sighed, breathless as I watched his cum spurt over his hands, using it as lube as he jacked himself off through his release.
“My turn,” Keir husked, fucking me so hard his desk was protesting as it scraped along the floor, but he didn’t care, eyes locked on my bouncing tits as he chased his own pleasure. Just as he started to come, he pulled out and painted me with his cum.
“How’d I do, boss?” I joked, but his grin was worth it. They’d had so much going on lately I was glad to give them reprieves when I could.