I lowered my head, sucking one delicious nipple into my mouth.
“Oh God,” she moaned and continued to strangle my cock with her slow rise and fall. “This feels so good.”
“Yes, it does. You’re so wet. Your juices are soaking me.”
Her rhythm grew faster, harder, and I knew she was about to go over.
Sliding my thumb toward her clit, I pressed down. Immediately, her cunt quivered and her breath grew unsteady.
“Come, my love. Come hard on my cock.”
As if she’d been waiting for my command, she came, detonating, squeezing me so tight I saw stars, and pushing me into my own release.
A little after ten in the morning, I walked into my childhood home knowing I was about to do the one thing I’d dreamed of since I was a small boy.
Kick Jonas Weber out of the family home and business. As of midnight, while I was buried deep in my wife, one hundred percent of Weber International had become mine. No more dealing with him holding the company or my responsibilities over my head. No more waiting for the day the bastard who was a father to me in name only could lord his presence over me. The hierarchy had shifted, and now I was the man at the helm.
With the change in power, it also meant I had to keep an even closer eye on Jonas. It wouldn’t matter that the deal was executed and he’d inherited an exorbitantly funded trust as a retired family head, he would want more—nothing was ever enough for the man. It wouldn’t surprise me if Jonas blew through all the money by the end of five years, probably sooner.
Lucas met me at the entrance.
“You ready?” He handed me the paperwork I knew Jonas wasn’t expecting.
“I’ve waited my whole life for this.”
The bastard truly believed I’d take his word about the contracts Opa had signed at face value. Opa wasn’t a stupid man and he was well aware what Jonas was like. Of Opa’s three sons, Jonas was the most spoiled, the most entitled. Andrew had been raised to take over as head and knew his responsibilities. And Fredrik, my only other living relative, was as mild-mannered as they came. Opa had known his youngest son wasn’t meant for the lifestyle and allowed him to leave Germany and become a professor of economics in the United States.
Fredrik was a good man and deserved to live a life free of our family’s taint. Because of this, I’d pushed him to leave Germany the minute the wedding reception was over. The fact my uncle had readily agreed told me Fredrik suspected his older brother was going to do something.
And the second I gave Jonas his orders, he’d become my most dangerous adversary. Someone I couldn’t turn my back on.
“He’s not alone.” Lucas shrugged. “It’s his weekly Sunday booty call day. Some people go to church on Sunday mornings, he gets a blow job. At least this girl is legal. Well, I hope she is.”
It made my stomach roll thinking Jonas took children to bed. I wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt that he only liked them to look young, but then again, he was a sick bastard.
If I ever got proof he was taking children to bed, I would kill him myself. After my last assignment, any man who thought to pursue that line of entertainment was a dead man in my book.
“The sooner that piece of shit is out of here, the sooner I’m free of him.”
“That’s harsh. Not even going to let him blow his load before he’s out on the street.”
“Asshole,” I muttered, moving in the direction of Jonas’s office.
I gestured to the soldiers positioned around the first floor of the house to follow me. Each of them had been part of our family’s organizational structure since we were children, many of whom came from generations of service to the Webers. They were well aware the power structure had shifted and their loyalty was to the head of the family.
I stopped outside Jonas’s office doors. “Let’s get this over with. I have a wife to get back to.”
As I gripped the handle, Lucas said, “No luck in taming her temper?”
I thought back to the angry sex we’d had all night long and how I’d woken to an empty bed and apartment.
“Not even close.”
At least she’d left a note saying she’d taken her security to work and that she was under no circumstances giving up her clubs.
I’d have smiled at her words if I wasn’t so irritated to have slept through her leaving. It wasn’t like me to not notice the slightest movement or sound in a room.
“You look like a man well-fucked, so at least she didn’t cut off your dick.”
I glared at Lucas and opened the door.
“What the fuck?” Jonas roared while he pushed the helpless woman who was on her knees to the side.
How the hell I was related to this ass was a wonder to me. He was more cliché than a mobster movie.
“It’s time to evict you from the property.” The last thing I wanted to see was his dick hanging out of his pants. “Might want to put that away, wouldn’t want anyone to get the wrong idea.”
“I fucking live here.”
“No. You lived here. As of midnight, this house, all of its contents and everything under Weber International belongs to me, Sebastian Alexander Weber.”
“Bullshit. I know what the contracts say. I keep the house.”
“Wrong. You should try reading the fine print instead of believing everything your lawyers say. The Benz family keeps all its holdings and properties until Russo passes. You, on the other hand, get nothing but the trust set aside once the contract is executed.” I glanced at the woman who was in tears trying to hide herself behind Jonas’s chair. “You can leave. One of my men will make sure you get home. Next time think better of getting involved with old men
