it was time to streamline. It felt like everything was falling apart.
“Can you explain to me how I can help you three?” he asked coolly.
“Well . . .”
The brunette oozed into the room with a sensuality that even in the current situation Benito had to take a moment to appreciate.
She slithered onto the bed and tangled herself with the two men in a way that Benito immediately made the decision to order that ménage film from Tallulah. She’d have to revise her schedule. But it was going to be their next film.
“We’ll start with ten million dollars,” the brunette finished.
He stopped thinking about Tallulah and ménages and narrowed his eyes on the woman, his insides pure ice.
“I’m sorry?” he whispered.
“Ten million,” she repeated. “And you’re paying for my ticket up here, and D’s and Mad’s. We came first class, of course. And I’m staying at the Halcyon. It’s tremendous. So with incidentals, rental cars, gas, etcetera, and as I intend to go shopping after this, how about we round it up to ten million, ten thousand?”
“Fifteen,” the big one grunted. “Honeymoon, Mistress girl.”
She was their Domme.
And Benito found it very annoying and not at all convenient that thought made his cock twitch.
“Ten million, fifteen thousand,” the brunette amended.
He ignored his physical reaction.
“You think I care people know that about me?” he asked, tossing an arm to the TV.
The woman lifted the remote and the mute went off the TV.
They listened to the noises for moments before those noises stopped, which made Benito look at the television.
She was fast forwarding.
“I think it’s around here,” she murmured, hit play, and the noises came back.
It took some time, and it was excruciating time, watching and listening to him on his hands and knees, taking it at both ends, but then they heard, “You like that? You like taking daddy’s cock?”
His mouth was freed and he heard himself grunt, “Yes,” and he’d done this while the other one was twisting his hips and slapping his face with his hard dick.
“Tell me you like taking daddy’s cock,” the man at his back demanded.
The woman hit mute again.
But he’d said it.
As ordered.
And got a reward.
The best handjob he’d ever experienced, that being one with a cock moving up his ass.
“I like taking daddy’s cock too,” the dark one noted.
“Daddy’s not feelin’ it anymore, bro,” the big one said.
The dark one smiled a cruel smile at Benito.
“Now, let’s talk about what you care about what people think,” the brunette invited.
“You do know I’m going to kill you all,” he remarked.
He understood they might consider that bravado, seeing as just the big one could break him in two, but by the looks of the dark one, he’d enjoy making Benito feel pain and not in a good way.
He also didn’t care.
All three of them were dead.
“Oh no, we don’t know that,” the brunette purred, shifting to rest her head on the big one’s chest, but not taking her eyes from Benito. “I think you’re going to have ten million, fifteen thousand dollars waiting for us when we say we’re ready. You’re going to deliver it to where we say we want it delivered. And then you’re going to have your meeting with Kane Allen and Knight Sebring and share with them you’re leaving Denver, for good this time. Not for a retreat at Dr. Baldwin’s Hospital for the Criminally Fucked Up.”
He wished he was not impressed with how much this woman knew.
But he was impressed with how much this woman knew.
If they’d met under different circumstances, he would recruit her, even if she was gash.
She continued speaking.
“But before you leave the city, you’ll deed over the entirety of the film production facilities you own to Ride LLC. Once this is all done, you’ll leave, never to return. You’ll have to the end of the week. And then you’ll leave all this behind,” she swung out an arm, then pinned him with her eyes, “including Tallulah Monroe.”
Tallulah?
“None of that will be happening,” he stated.
She shrugged, shifted, planting both elbows into the big one’s flat stomach.
He grunted, then grinned, lying against Benito’s pillows, his head up on the headboard, shoulders on his euros, hands crossed behind his skull like he lazed on Benito’s two-thousand-dollar comforter every day.
She put her chin in both her fists as the dark one covered her back, resting his chest there, his bearded chin in her neck, his eyes on Benito, but his hand curled fully around the big one’s thigh, close to his groin.
“Well then,