I stood and went to look for my shirt. I bent down but was quickly pulled into him. He turned me around and pressed my bare chest against the break room door. He shoved my skirt up, and his skilled hands ripped my fishnets down. I gasped and started to shift, but he pressed his cock, still half-hard, against my ass.
“Shh, it’s your turn now,” he whispered into my ear. He licked my neck, and I shivered deliciously as his fingers went beneath my underwear. “You’re soaked.”
“Mhmm,” I murmured as he slipped a finger in with no resistance whatsoever.
“You being so fucking wet is turning me on.” He slowly moved his finger in and out, soon adding a second finger. “You’re hungry for this. How long has it been since you’ve come? Come hard?”
I didn’t answer him. I couldn’t. My sex life was rather vanilla. He pushed against me and continued sucking on my bare skin as he thrusted his fingers in and out of me. His thumb found my clit and began making slow circles as he moved.
“Oh god,” I groaned.
“No, God.Me,” he growled. “Say my name.”
“Desi. Fuck—” I gasped. He pushed harder into me, and his fingers hooked around my g-spot. I cried out and shoved my body against his hand, riding it as if he was my own personal plaything. In moments, my nerves were exploding all over him.
He removed his hand and let me down. I turned around and stared at him. I was a little in shock. How could someone do that with just his hands?
He licked his lips, and his fangs flashed as he smiled as if he knew exactly what was going on in my mind. His smile fell then, and his eyes darkened. I was about to ask what was wrong when he gave me that awkward, cringe-inducing smile and spoke.
“Yeah, so we’re definitely not telling Arsenio about this.”
13
I fucked up. I fucked up bad.
I took a few days off. Which I used to move out of Arsenio’s and into my own place. He was able to get me into an apartment building one of his associates owned. He even helped me move some of my stuff out of my storage unit.
Scout’s name sat on the tip of my tongue the entire time. The guilt that kept coming up was odd, uncomfortable, and frustrating. If Arsenio could shut the fuck up, it wouldn’t have been so bad, but he had the need to fill any silent space.
“Are you sure you aren’t mad? About Scout?” he asked on one of the many trips from the storage unit to my new place.
“What?” I blinked and looked over. My heart had started to race a bit.
“Scout, knowing the truth. I know it’s a huge rule to break. You’re not going to tell Corrine, are you?” I watched his Adam’s apple bob with nervousness. I rolled my eyes.
“No. I don’t really care that much. You let your other brain do the thinking. Shit happens.”
“If one of them finds out about her—”
“I know. I remember.” I cut him off. Scout wasn’t the first to know who we were, but she was the first to live beyond twenty-four hours. Arsenio also wasn’t the first of us to think with his cock. Too many instances of Tully getting a woman killed because he opened his mouth flashed in my mind.
“Are you alright?” Arsenio asked softly. I relaxed my face. I hadn’t realized I’d been scowling.
“Yeah. It wouldn’t be so painful to remember if it wasn’t me who had to off them all. Scout’s safe as long as we keep it between us.” I promised.
“We broke things off.” He told me as I turned into the parking lot. I parked and turned to him. I nodded.
“I heard. Did you need to talk about it or something?” I cringed, hoping he’d say no.
“No, no. I just don’t want you to think I'm not taking what I did seriously. She should have never been involved in our dealings. She’ll still continue to work for me at the theater, but we will no longer be romantically linked.”
He eyed me closely, trying to see how I was reacting to his assurances that he wouldn’t fuck things up again. I forced a smile. “You’re fine. You didn’t have to do that. I’m not going to kill her. I actually don’t mind her, really.”
I was such a fucking liar.
We got out of the car and started pulling boxes out. We climbed the stairs slowly. “I mean, I think it was time, anyway. Our relationship wasn’t really going anywhere.”
I closed my eyes tightly. Why did he insist on talking about her and him? This only made me feel worse.
