“And you know the right words?” I asked, almost in awe of his confidence. I had walked in here and wanted to hide. He walked in and wanted everyone to see him, for all of them to wonder what he was doing here.
For all of them to fear him.
“For a lot of them, yes. For the rest of them, I will someday.” His eyes glinted with a dangerous promise, one that both thrilled and terrified me.
I wondered if he came here to learn secrets about me. If he came here trying to learn things to use against me one day. He would be disappointed to find out there weren’t many dirty secrets to learn. So far, my dirtiest secret was him.
“So if you have the information I need to make them cower, how do I backyouinto the corner to make you tell me those things?” I leaned in, tilting my head as our breaths mingled.
He grinned, a rumble coming from his chest, as he pulled me hard against his side. “That’s part of the game, Rebel. You have to dig and dig until you find the right thing to say to make me fall.”
“And how will I know what the right thing is? Do I keep threatening you until one works?”
“You could, but after one or two attempts with the wrong thing, these men would be bored and not take you seriously anymore.” His eyes didn’t leave mine, the intense gaze making my legs weak.
“So how do I know?” I pressed, wanting to understand the mechanics of this dangerous game he played so effortlessly.
“You train yourself. You get ruthless. The more devastating the information, the better. Could it ruin lives? Could it take away money or power? You figure out what they crave, what they need to survive in their world, and you threaten it.”
“You need your motorcycle. Do I threaten to break it?” I asked, half-joking.
“That wouldn’t make me bend to your will. That would get you punished.” His voice dropped, making a shiver run down my spine.
I thought it over more. The ways he could punish me could range from painful torture to being tied up and forced to come. It really could be a good thing.
I ran my hand down his stomach, stopping right above his belt. “What if I told everyone here how desperate you were to taste me again?”
He smiled, a wicked glint in his eyes as he turned on me. “I would put your ass on a table and show them. I don’t care if people watch. If anything, I prefer it. Let them see my head under your dress as you moan and scream for more. They would love how you wrap your fingers in my hair and force me harder against you, desperate for my tongue.”
Heat swept over me, the sudden wetness between my thighs unsurprising as my body tightened with want. I had to change the subject before I did pull him to a side room.
“Well, I suck at this,” I said, groaning as I slumped into him more. The weight of the night already felt heavy and being so bad at this wasn’t helping my mood.
“It’s a skill. You have to practice.” He turned to face me, ordering us two more drinks, but my mouth watered looking at him. He always had a dangerous level of attractiveness, but the black suit took it to another level, making it nearly impossible for me to resist.
“I’ll give you a few pieces of information so you can practice.”
“For free?”
“Nothing is free, Rebel. But in the meantime of me waiting on that payment, let’s go piss off some very rich men.”
Sixteen
Rook
The backless dress she had on was already threatening to break my willpower. The feel of her bare skin under my fingertips kept going to my head, each touch sending a shock through me. We were talking with another rich asshole of a man I had never worked with, but knew all about. It should keep my attention to listen for any new information I could dig up on these people, but my entire focus remained on her.
I leaned down to her ear, ignoring the way he eyed us. He seemed to know me, enough I could see the concern on his face, at least.
“I don’t work with him for a reason,” I said, biting at her earlobe. “He’s disgusting. Likes them so young there is an active police case being built against him.”
Her eyes went wide, still locked on him. The panic that rose on his face was so clear I almost laughed. “Well, tell your dad I said hello,” he said, trying to end the conversation.
She scrunched her nose. “I’d prefer not to. Do you work with my dad?”
“Well, yes? We’ve done a few business deals together.”
“I don’t think you will be anymore,” she said, her voice steady and cold. “I think we prefer working with people of age… Unlike you, apparently.”
