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Still, I have to hand it to her, she pulled herself together quicker than most people. Plus, I expected her to be a pro at verbal sparring, but she exceeded my expectations. Even Priest is mildly impressed, even though one would have to know him well to read it on his face.
“In fact, I came here to offer you something even better,” Sirenna eventually says. She clears her throat and squares her shoulders, looking all composed. She can resist my charms, and that irks me.
“I see you’re aware of my troubles,” she continues, tossing her cell phone on the coffee table. “If you like, have a look at the messages I’ve been getting for an even better picture. With Joseph missing, all his business partners–” she makes quotation marks in the air with her fingers, “–have gone crazy about taking over his empire. The only thing standing in their way is me.”
“And don’t you think I might be one of those people?” I challenge her.
“Oh, I definitely do. That’s why I’m here. To make an ally of Joseph’s greatest enemy.”
“So straightforward.”
I like that. As I like the fact that she keeps her chin high, staring me in the face out of those arresting, uptilted eyes. I lean back against the sofa, acting relaxed. “But I must insist on an answer to my question–why the sexy outfit?” I raise a stopping hand and continue before she can make a sound. “Oh, I know. To make the stuttering nerd you believed I was to worship at your feet, am I right?”
A smile spreads those red-painted lips. “A quick-witted man. You sure don’t disappoint.”
Oh, I’ll be fucking that smart mouth of hers sooner than she thinks.
My eyes drop to her empty glass. A scene of her at The Rite flashes through my memory, and a nasty desire to see her lose it like that again joins the urge to deep-throat her. There’s something about the way this woman loses control that does strange things to my libido.
“Send in new drinks,” I order, and the small round device on the table gives out a low hum. She squirms a little, suddenly aware that she downed her glass, and leans forward to place it on the table. She needs to bend low enough that the satin stretches over her breasts that would fit perfectly in my hands.
I lick my lips, letting my eyes feast on her body and her face. The more I look at her, the more I realize how magnetic she is. She has the kind of beauty that arrests you more and more the longer you look at it. Before you know it, you’re trapped in quicksand, and you’re not even sure you want to save yourself.
That piece of shit Joseph would have let a bunch of dicks gang-bang this exquisite woman at The Rite. I watched from a distance, hidden behind a mask. I saw her go from a terrified victim that those guys were looking forward to soiling with their cum to a dark queen who had her way with them. Needless to say, none of those bastards managed to stick their dicks in her that night. She ended up grinding her pussy against the face of one of them, while the others watched, jacking off. She used that lucky devil like he was a rag doll she wiped herself on, and it was simply the best porn I ever saw. The wild flame that is Sirenna Carter rose from the ashes, saving herself from abuse by becoming the abuser. I couldn’t stop thinking about it since, unable to fight the intrigue.
So I took matters into my own hands.
She shifts uncomfortably while I inspect her. I must be staring like a psycho because Priest clears his throat to draw my attention. I adjust my position just as the server appears with the tray, one hand behind his back. He bends from his waist to set the tray on the table, his eyes furtively licking up Sirenna’s legs. The urge to strangle him cords up my veins.
It’s fucking hard to just let him walk away. Sirenna didn’t miss his attention either, her shoulders tensing, her pretty lips pulling into a thin line. He made her uncomfortable.
“You didn’t tell me what you’d like me to call you if not Mrs. Carter,” I say as I pick up her drink and offer it to her. The moral thing would be not to enable her habit, especially when she didn’t reach for the glass herself, but I’m not a moral man. I want to see her uninhibited again, unhinged. I want the abusing goddess I saw at The Rite.
“Ms. Miller will be just fine. I’ll be taking back my maiden name as soon as Joseph reappears anyway.”
I smile as she hesitantly takes the scotch from my hand.
“Well, I sure hope he does reappear and isn’t lying dead in a ditch, because your plans of divorcing him would put you right at the top of the suspects’ list. You’d be even higher on it than me.”
“You know damn well I had nothing to do with his disappearance.” She takes a sip of her scotch nervously. She’d prefer not to be accused of having killed her husband, of course.
“Listen, I know you’ve wanted access to the streets for a long time,” she cuts to the chase, grimacing from the burn of the liquor. “You and Joseph have been at war over them. The reason I wanted to divorce him in the first place was his dealings with drugs, and now that I’m finally in a position to do something about that, I can’t, because I’m a hunted woman.” She tilts her head to the side, inspecting me up and down. Just as she did with that guy at The Rite before she straddled his face. “I thought you could maybe help me with that. And that I’d be able to help you. That we could, you know, reach an agreement.”
“You’re willing to strike a deal with a man you despise just to get your enemies out of the way,” I say. “A businesswoman through and through, and a tough one at that. The question that naturally follows is–what’s in it for me?” My tone drops at the next words.
She juts out her chin, confident she’s got an ace up her sleeve. That whatever she’s about to say is an offer I can’t refuse.
“I’ll cede you the streets and half of everything else Joseph owns if you get rid of the thugs hunting me.” And then, just a tad quieter, “And help me dispossess Joseph of everything he has if he does resurface.”
I pretend to mull over the offer. Her eyes won’t leave mine, gauging what I’m thinking. I’d be surprised if she had the slightest idea. No one but Priest has ever been able to read me, which is why The Order assigned him as my supervisor the day they recruited us. It’s easy to forget that he’s even in the room, but now Sirenna straightens her back, becoming aware of him. Wondering if it’s okay to talk about these things in front of him.
I don’t like that. I want her to be utterly and exclusively focused on me.
“What if I want more than that?”
Her eyebrows shoot up.
“More? But I just offered you–”
