Page 7 of Palace of Betrayal

“Which says it’s someone with full access to this room. But let’s put a pin in that for now. We need to leave the bugs in situ. If we take them out, it will tip them off that we know or suspect something.”

León’s demeanour grew cold, his teeth gritting, accentuating the strong jawline, and giving her a glimpse of the soldier beneath the bespoke suit. “I’ll leave the others, but I won’t tolerate one in my bedroom.”

Bebe nibbled on her bottom lip as she thought it over. “Okay. We can find a way to get rid of that one, but it means this has to be believable, even behind closed doors, unless we’re in the bedroom or bathroom.”

“So, we have to share a bed?”

Bebe cocked her head. “I can take the couch in your room.”

“Absolutely not. My mother would turn in her grave if I made a lady sleep on the couch. You take the bed. I’ll take the couch.”

“Hate to break it to you, but I’m not exactly a lady. I kill people for a living.”

León looked her over as if trying to see if what she was telling him was the truth. She knew her appearance made it difficult for people to believe she was as dangerous as she was, and that always played to her advantage. This time though, she found it irritated her. She needed this man to see her, to see who she really was.

“You may be a killer, but you’re still a lady in my book. The two things aren’t mutually exclusive. You take the bed and I’ll take the couch.”

Bebe shrugged, not wanting to give away how much his words affected her. “Fine. Let’s go deal with this bug in the bedroom because I’m exhausted.”

León walked behind her as she stepped into the bedroom.

A moan erupted from her mouth, and she watched his face go from cool and composed to the muscle in his cheek twitching as each loud, over-exaggerated moan and whimper slipped from her lips.

“Yes, Leo. Oh God, yes. Just there.”

Bebe faked her breathing becoming rapid as she held the eyes of the man opposite her, her idea suddenly backfiring as the room became drenched in the heady feel of desire. Stuck in her own web, she had no choice but to continue as breathy sounds came out of her mouth.

León let his eyes wander over her body and her nipples beaded in response. Her womb tightened and her pussy ached as she imagined what it would feel like to have this man inside her for real instead of the performance she was putting on. His fists clenched at his sides. She could see the hard ridge of his cock in the dress pants he wore as she continued like this was just for him and not a ploy to knock the lamp over and have it removed.

“Fuck me, Leo, harder.”

His eyes darkened and he stepped forward as she moved closer to the bed and the expensive lamp she was about to destroy.

“Harder. Oh, God, I’m going to come.”

“Not until I say so.”

Bebe felt her breath hitch as he spoke, his deep, rugged voice made her thighs clench. His hand snapped out to cinch her waist as her heart beat so hard she thought she might just come from the sensations he was eliciting. His hand skimmed her side, barely touching the side of her breast, as she laid her hands on his hard chest.

León worked his hand to the long split at the side of her dress and thrust the fabric aside to run his fingers over her bare thigh. Bebe shivered, the whimper real this time when he touched the tips of his fingers to her pussy.

Her head thrown back, she moaned as he stroked her through the lace before shoving the fabric aside and thrusting two fingers inside her.

“You’re fucking drenched for me.”

“Leo!”

Bebe didn’t know at this point if it was a plea to continue or a warning of the foolishness of what she was about to let him do.

With his palm against her clit, he fucked her with his hand, and she moved against him, riding his hand with an abandon she couldn’t ever remember having before. Feelings spiralled and she gripped his biceps, her head thrown back, her body searching for the release she knew would be phenomenal.

“That’s it, Bebe, ride my cock.”

At his words, her head came up and she looked into his eyes, which were dark and dangerous. Heat and desire flooded her pussy as she felt her body build towards that delicious feeling known as ‘the little death’.

“Now you can come.”

She tipped over the edge and came hard, her body pulsing and contracting in more pleasure than she’d ever known.