Page 54 of The FBI Agents Who Stole Me

Leaning against the wall, arms crossed, his hazel eyes are dark and unreadable. He’s been watching the whole time. Watching Julian fuck my face. Watching him come all over me.

Julian doesn’t flinch or cover up. He just smirks, pleased with himself. He drags his thumb through a thick streak of cum on my cheek then pushes it between my lips.

“Clean it up, babydoll.”

I suck his thumb clean, never breaking eye contact with Elliot.

Julian finally tucks himself away, zips up, then hauls me to my feet by my hair hard enough to make me gasp.

He leans in, voice low so only I can hear.

“Tell your partner he’s welcome to watch next time, or join. Assuming you leave him alive long enough.”

He releases me, gives Elliot a lazy nod, and walks off toward the bedroom without another word.

I stay frozen in the middle of the living room, Julian’s T-shirt clinging to my damp skin, my face sticky, my thighs trembling, my heart trying to pound its way out of my chest.

I should be kicking, punching, at least screaming at him. I have rehearsed a hundred vicious things to say to Elliot Ryker since the moment I realized what he was.

But all I can do is stay locked in a stare with Elliot.

He pushes off the wall and grabs a towel from the kitchen counter. With deliberate steps, he walks right in front of me.

His eyes drop to the mess on my face, then lower, to where my nipples are hard and another man’s cum is seeping through my shirt.

He doesn’t say anything at first.

I’m in some kind of shock. He’s here. He watched me with Julian. Carefully, he wipes my face. Before it’s all gone, he reaches out, drags two fingers through the cum on my chin, and brings them to my lips.

“Open.”

He pushes his fingers inside my mouth, and I suck hard. Then he leans in, voice barely above a whisper.

“It’s nice to see you use your mouth for something other than starting shit.”

His cocky attitude pulls me out of my dick hypnosis. Dick-nosis you could say. Then, I remember he planted himself in my life to try and destroy it.

I swipe at my face and give him a death glare.

“Jealous? This was your grand idea. Drug Lee and take her to the fucking woods.” I wave my hands around.

Elliot’s jaw flexes. His hands curl into fists at his sides, then unclench.

“Drug? He drugged you? I’m going to fucking drain the life out of him.”

He didn’t know about Julian’s plan? Maybe. But he’s a master liar, so how would I know what to believe?

I square my shoulders and look up at him.

“Not unless I kill you first, you rat,” I say, and then I launch myself at him.

CHAPTER 16

Julian

2 WEEKS AGO

Elliot lounges in the passenger seat of my BMW. I’ve never wanted to push someone out of my car more. His posture is loose, one arm draped along the door, but I catch the way his fingers tap a restless rhythm against his knee.