Didn’t bother her.
It did something else. Something else she didn’t understand. Something she didn’twantto understand at the moment. Everything was too complicated. Too messy. Too frightening. She needed things to be simple. Easy.
A hand snapped around her throat and tightened. “I will leave no bruises and your voice will be unharmed. But the rest of you…is mine.”
Yes.
Yes, Vile, yes.
She sank into his grasp as he pulled her to his chest and once more splayed his hand over her stomach, though this time he ran his hand in through the slit of her silk gown, quickly parting it and baring her skin to the light of the moon.
“Let us ensure those in the box seats miss no detail…” He wasted no time in roughly squeezing one of her breasts so hard that it made her cry out.
Biting her lower lip to stifle the noise, she turned her head to glare at him in protest.
“Oh, yes, please, do glower at me like that. I doloveyour fire.” He smirked down at her, and in response to her expression pinched her nipple hard enough that her knees almost buckled. “Mind you, Iwillwin.”
Yeah. He would. He was the primary villain. She was just a supporting character. She had to remember that. But in this moment? She was happy for that. Happy to be the sidekick. Happy for him to make it simple for her. For him totake.To conquer.
Keeping her pulled taut with one hand on her throat, his other drifted lower to delve between her legs. He groaned into her ear at what he found—at how mutually she desired his actions. “Oh, Irene…what a pair we make.”
That was true, wasn’t it?
“Will you kiss me?” It was a strange question to ask him. But she couldn’t help it.
With a pointer finger along her jaw, he turned her head to him and without hesitation, answered. He kissed her as though he meant to devour her soul by that motion alone, deep, firm, andcertain.Not violent—but like a machine. Unwavering. Unyielding.
The fingers he drove up into her body at the same time were the same.
As she cried against his lips, his tongue claimed her mouth.
And pleasure crested over her—a wave of release so unlike anything she’d ever experienced before that she had to throw an arm behind his neck to keep from completely toppling over.
A snarl, deep in his throat, ended in a laugh as he broke the kiss. “My, my…so quickly?”
“Shut up.” She glared at him again. “Don’t tease me.”
“Hardly teasing.” He licked her bottom lip, grinning. “Oh, perhapsa little. I’d say you owe me one, but…you have a matinee tomorrow, and I’d hate to ruin your throat by ravishing it. No, I will have to make my mark on you another way.”
God, she wanted to punch him. But his fingers were still inside her, slowly working inside her, and they were driving hermad.She couldn’t imagine what kind of show she was making for Sherlock.
And her sister.
Fuck.
But Moriarty wasn’t letting her dwell on that thought for long.
There was a chair in line of sight of the window, facing it. She hadn’t noticed it before. His hand moved from around her throat to twist in her hair again, and the one that had been delving into her body left her as he walked to the chair, dragging her along beside him without waiting for her to catch up to his plan.
He sat down first, roughly grabbing her by the hips and swiveling her around so she was facing away from him. She stood there for a moment while she heard him rustle with things, until he pulled her backwards, urging her legs apart. “Sit.”
She obeyed.
“Good girl.”
That…oh, why did that do things to her?
She sat on his lap. His pants were around his ankles. His arms slid around her, and he cupped her breasts, kneading them roughly as he spread his legs, forcing her own legs wide. She was onfulldisplay, now. There was nothing hidden from the view of the window in front of her.
