I know all her magnetic strengths and temptations, but I want to— no—need to
know what her undoing is.
She manages to get off her knees and stands on wobbly legs, though she certainly doesn’t use my offered hand to help herself up.
She doesn’t cover herself. She’s quite confident in who she is, and she stands toe-to-toe with me with those deep-ruby lips tilted upward. My cock is already starting to come alive again just by having her this close. I feel that if I had her locked in my bedroom, I probably wouldn’t let her go, which means I wouldn’t be doing fuck all. Probably not ideal since I have a funeral to attend in the early hours of the morning. Maybe that’s what my father meant by obsession. I should cut it off now, before things get dangerous. But I’m already too far beyond that, considering I could tell her we found my uncle’s body. But I don’t because I want something else connecting us.
I never said I was a good man.
Her hands slide up my chest as she practically purrs in appreciation. “It’s good to see you’re not all talk, Silas Vescari.”
I grab her by the waist and pull her in, so she can feel my growing cock, and her smile widens, that mischievous glint in her gaze.
“That was fun; thanks for that,” she says, and shoves me away. She walks over to her clothes, purposely bends over so I get a clear view of her, and I see my cum gleaming on the inside of her thighs. I’m so lost in watching her that she snaps her attention back to me and immediately starts dressing again. Then it dawns on me as shock washes over me like a cold bucket.
Is she fucking leaving…
When she pulls her shirt on and holds her bra in her hand, I finally speak.
“I drove,” I tell her, as if it’s a lifeline between us. Is she serious?
I’ve never had a woman just leave right after, though I often wish they would. Instead, I’m the asshole for leaving because I don’t do other pleasantries. But I’ve never had a woman do it tome.
“I have a phone,” she says, as if it’s the obvious answer, holding it up and going to leave.
“Wait,” I say, catching her elbow. What the fuck?
She smiles sweetly. “Thank you for getting me off.” Then she pulls her arm from my grip and walks herself to the front door.
A tic in my jaw jumps as I look around the room. What the fuck just happened? If she’s hoping I lose interest, she’s just done the complete opposite.
21
LEONORE
It was a mistake.
I’m woman enough to admit that. And now that I’m thinking clearly, I know that I won’t do that ever again.
Even if it was the best sex I’ve ever had in my entire life.
I hate that it was with him. Because that gives him power over me. Power I never wanted to give him.
I run my hand down my face. I let him make me fucking beg. And I don’t beg.
Although, apparently I do for him.
So that in itself is clearly an issue that needs to be stopped in its tracks. And then I think about Nessa… She’s been ignoring me. Not that we have never fought in our friendship before, but I honestly can’t remember the last time she purposely hid something from me. It doesn’t sit right with me. Does she not trust that no matter what she says I will still be there for her? Have I not proven over the years that no matter what, I’m always going to be there for her and Larissa? Tori asked me a few times during the week why I am so quiet, not that I’m usually a talkative person, but she can tell that something has been upwith me. Especially since Tori has been oddly quiet even though she’s the talkative one among us.
Seems like everyone has secrets lately. I hear her speaking with someone, and ordinarily, I don’t think twice about it, but it’s when I hear her giggle that I grow curious. I linger at the door between the reception desk and the area that only we’re permitted to enter.
“I made sure it was a quick death. I know how you don’t approve of the more gruesome stuff,” a man says. I peer through the door. He’s an attractive guy, probably mid-twenties, but I haven’t seen him before.
“I know it’s what you do for work,” she says quietly as she leans into the counter, purposely squeezing her new fantastic boobs together, and he definitely notices.
He reminds me of someone, but I just can’t put my finger on it. He has darker hair and tanned skin. I wonder if he’s one of the Nero sons. I’ve only ever dealt directly with their middle son, Elias, once.
“So can I pick you up later?” he asks with a charming smile. A burn on his left wrist catches my attention. Where have I seen that burn mark before?
