A smile twitches onto my lips. “Elsie James’s debt has been paid. I have the check. She will be set free from her debts to you, and if any of your men want to know who to take up this matter with in the future, you can tell them to come and see the Thrones,” I sneer loud enough for him to hear me on the other end of the phone.
“What the fuck does that mean?” I hear the man seethe down the line.
I give Bodhi a malice-filled smile. This is the shit I live for, and knowing this man intended to hurt our birdie gives me even more reason to thirst for his blood.
“No. No. No,” the man pleads with me, but it’s too late for him.
I pull the trigger, sending a bullet into the man's crotch first. He screams in pain, dropping his phone as his body crumples to the carpet below. Dramatics that work as such a nice warning for the dude on the other side of the phone.
He cries out in agony as Bodhi gathers his fallen phone. “It means she’s no longer your problem to deal with. You want your money, come and collect it. Oh, and maybe send a clean-up crew, this apartment reeks of dead biker.” He disconnects the call.
The thug’s eyes meet with mine. “I helped…”
I collect a handful of his shirt, forcing him to look me dead in the eyes. I want to be the last thing he sees before he dies. “Shouldn’t have fucked with what’s mine.”
I feel Bodhi shift beside me, then a splattering of crimson flies over the dirty carpet as the man’s lifeless body falls, Bodhi’s bullet getting him through the skull. “That was too quick for scum like that,” he mutters as he tucks his gun away. “You should have let me toy with him. I had a whole plan and everything.”
“It will send the message we need. You feel like playing a little game with the Southern Breakers, knock yourself out. Let me know how quickly you empty their bank accounts.” I grin at him then tuck the check into the dead thug’s pocket.
He chuckles out a laugh. “Child’s play. I’ll have all operations shut down by the end of the week.”
I grin back at him, surveying the scene around us. “Let’s get back to birdie. That girl has some explaining to do.”
Chapter 10
Dove
Kasen’s hand slides down my thigh, and a trail of goosebumps follow. I hate this man with everything inside of me. But as much as I know I should pull away from him, I don’t. His feather-light touch lights me up inside and has me desperate for more. “Get your hands off me, Kasen,” I mummer sleepily, even though I haven’t moved away from him. Really, I want it rougher, his fingertips to burn into my skin with every touch. I want them to leave marks so that days after I can remember what it felt like to have his hands on me.
If Kasen hears me, he ignores my request and instead slides his fingers up higher, brushing under the hem of my sleep shorts, and my body ignites with glowing heat. His lips dust over my earlobe. “Why are you hiding from me, birdie?” he asks, his voice not as demanding as it usually is. He’s half asleep as well. Maybe this is how we should communicate from now on, it’s probably the only way we can be nice to each other.
“I’m right here,” I whisper. We’re sharing the same goddamn bed, what is he on about.
He rubs his hand over my ass then up and over my hip and through the thin strip of pubic hair before he pushes between my legs, sliding through my juices, rougher this time, and I shiver. I’m so wet for himwhen I shouldn’t be, but being this close to him after so long, sleeping with his scent all over the sheets around me and his warm body pressed close into mine, is messing with my head, blurring lines. I shouldn’t let it. And when he pushes two thick fingers deep inside of me, I moan into the room like the needy slut I am.
I hate this man with everything inside of me. How can I let him touch me like I want my body to be his? I should be disgusted, appalled with myself. Instead, I open my legs, giving him better access to my core. I still want him to fuck me. Want him to take control of my body and do dirty, filthy things with me. So much so I push my ass back into him, a self-satisfied smile crossing my lips with the way his hard cock digs into me. I want him to fill me up. Make me scream in the best way possible like I know he could. Hurt me just enough, so I know I’m alive. I’m fucked up like that. I blame Talon. But once you know how it feels, there is no going back. I need the pain to really get off.
“More, K, I need more.” I beg. It’s pathetic. A schoolgirl fantasy about a boy I had no business having any interest in, yet here I am ten years later, still hung up on him. Even after everything he’s done to me.
His chuckle is light and playful and dances over my skin with his proximity. “Not until I’m ready, birdie. I’m having way too much fun toying with you.” He pumps his fingers in and out of me, a delicious kind of torture that sends me wild.
“Asshole,” I seethe back, rubbing my ass on his cock just to tease him like he is me. I should pull the covers back and get the hell out of his bed. I should tell him to fuck off and run like the wind, tell him that I don’t need him or want him in any way. But I can’t.
His thumb circles my clit, sending a fresh wave of pleasure right the way through me. God, he knows just what I like, the exact pressure to apply to have me melting, whimpering, begging.
My hand moves up my body, cupping my tit, and I roll my fingers over my hardened nipple, needing more if he won’t give it to me. I’m so wound up, so on edge already the combination of him playing with me and my own rough movements is about to see me tumble over the edge at an embarrassingly fast rate.
It hasn’t been that long since I was with a man, but I have never been with someone like Kasen before, someone who lights me up inside. The only other sex I’ve had was work or therapy. I don’t trust Kasen, but I do want him with everything in my soul. I could fuck him, let him give me what I need, then walk away like it was nothing. It would be easy to do at this point with all the hurt he’s caused me, let him scratch that itch for me. That’s all it would be. “Kasen,” I warn him when he’s worked me into such a frenzy I can’t see straight.
“Cum for me, birdie, I need to hear your sweet moans as I send you over the edge.”
But when I roll over, it’s not him at all, it’s River smirking down at me, his wavy mop of hair covering his eyes just enough that it gives off mysterious vibes. “Fuck, Riv, don’t stop.”
I grab his cock in my hand, palming him as he keeps pumping his fingers inside of me. He’s long and thick, just how I knew he would be.
Then there is another set of hands on me, running up and over my ass. “Fuck, you got hot, sunshine,” Bodhi growls from behind me as he sinks his teeth into my shoulder.
“Yes, Bodhi, make it hurt,” I whimper. The man is a demon, and I’m here for it.
