He had not given up thoughts of her.

She would not be an emotional tangle.

Unafraid of him, she would be his equal. He would watch her work, give her the resources to grow their brand and it’d be his next great success.

And when, or if, she ceased being useful, he’d scrape her off.

In the meantime, they’d had that discussion about m/m for his films.

He’d been averse.

She’d said it was “hot.”

He’d give her free rein on that to see what she’d come up with.

And he decided, between the two of them, if that was something she liked, he’d order some for her, those to her liking, and let her watch.

And perhaps play with her while she did.

Finding this prospect intriguing, he moved back through the bathroom into his bedroom and stopped dead.

He did this because an enormous man with longish, light-brown hair was throwing himself on his bed.

“Could get used to digs like this,” he stated in a voice Benito liked better than either of the other two.

“Yeah. I hear that.”

Benito’s eyes moved to the man who was joining the large man on the bed, his swarthy features, thick beard and gravelly voice, Benito liked even better.

He would cancel his Monday plans with the others.

And order up these two.

And he wouldn’t even ask for them to change out of their jeans and tees so they could arrive as he required.

They clearly were rough trade and that would be an interesting change.

They also obviously had the words he’d given to the agency to get by his men at the door.

So this was another mistake Benito could forgive.

“The agency has made an error,” he said, gaining both their attention. “I’ve already been serviced.”

“Oh, we know,” the large one said, his bright blue eyes on Benito, and he tipped his head across the room.

Benito looked that way and froze to the spot.

He did not fully take in the tall, slender woman with short, brown hair, form-fitting black leather pants, a silk shell under an army-green blazer with deep, feminine lapels, a delicate platinum choker around her neck and high-heeled, strappy, platinum sandals who was leaning insouciantly against the doorjamb of his room (though obviously he did take in her clothes).

His television was on.

And on it was a video of him at the beginning of the proceedings with the men who left not fifteen minutes go.

He was on his back, his cock being sucked, his knees forced high and wide, while the tall one straddled his head, fucking his face.

The angle was perfect, to the side, you could see everything.

He did not search the room for the camera.

Because he felt the cold invade.

And he relished it.

“Might have to give you a rest, bro, watchin’ that,” one of the men on the bed said, revulsion unhidden in his tone.

“I don’t know, the guy at his mouth has got talent,” the gravel came. The dark one.

He looked to the bed only to see the big one had his gun out of his nightstand.

He was tossing the clip to the bed. He then palmed the bullet he released from the chamber and shoved the gun into the back of his jeans.

All this he did smiling irreverently at Benito.

That chill dug deep.

“Hey there,” a female voice sounded.

He cut his eyes to the woman.

She lifted up his remote.

“Should we fast forward to the good parts?” she asked.

“Dude, you gotta check the teeth,” the big man on the bed advised, and Benito forced his gaze back to him. “Felt for that fucker, you nearly ripped his dick off when you came.”

They’d watched.

“FYI, my man, some dude named Knight bought the Dusk Agency. Boys who just drilled you?” the dark one said. “They’re his.”

He had not been made aware of this.

This did not make Benito happy.

Yes, 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.