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One finger slides under my knickers, running up and down the outside of my pussy before he sinks it inside. “One of these days I’m fucking you right here. Then feeding you my cock, so you can taste yourself on me.”
He’s killing me with this dirty talk. Saying things I crave, things I never knew I wanted until he mentioned them.
“But before that happens, we’re settling this first.” He inserts another finger and then slowly drags them out, applying the perfect pressure on my G-spot. “What we are doesn’t need a label. Understand one thing. You’re mine. No one else touches you. Nobody else will look after you. Stop this bullshit about you getting in the way of my work. Trust me, you’re not.”
When he presses the pad of his thumb against my clit while fingering me, my hips lift off the table.
“I never said that.” I cover my mouth, realizing my mistake, and fall back when he stands and reaches behind me.
He dangles a cloth napkin in front of my face, and I shake my head.
“Speak again and I’ll use this.” He sinks back into the chair and lays the piece of cloth across his lap. “Now, do you agree to my terms?”
I nod.
“Are you sure?” He tugs my knickers to the side and leans forward, lightly kissing my pussy.
I nod and bite my lip. God, stop being a prick and show me why I should agree.
“Good.” A strained sound slips from him, his breath hitching before he pushes to his feet. “We’ll finish this later once everything else is handled. Put yourself back together while I wash up.”
Snagging the plates off the floor on his way out, he slams the bathroom door and leaves me a sexually frustrated mess.
“Arsehole,” I mumble, hopping off the table to fix myself. “Two can play this game. You have no idea who you’re messing with. I can’t wait to show you what you’re up against.”
Ten minutes later, we’re heading out the door to where Ryan and Marty are waiting. My guards rotate among the four. One switches out every six hours so they can cover twelve-hour shifts.
Before we left, I ducked into the bathroom, stepping out of my wet knickers and replacing them with a clean pair. What I’m about to do will likely earn me a spanking—but I’m willing to risk it.
As soon as we’re outside, ready to get in the vehicle, I slide an arm around Aiden and smile up at him. “Promise me that if you need to leave, you will.”
He kisses my cheek and nods. “I promise.”
I slap his arse to distract him from what I’m doing—which is sliding my dirty knickers into his back pocket. “Good. Now let’s get going. I’m sure Grams is champing at the bit, driving the staff crazy.”
He guides me into the backseat and slides in beside me. Reaching for his back pocket, he pulls them out and freezes. Black lace dangles from his fingers. His expression darkens when he realizes what he’s holding.
“Whose knickers are those?” Ryan grunts from the driver’s seat. “Bloody hell. I don’t want to see that shit.”
Aiden wads the lace back into a ball and shoves them into his jeans pocket. “You’d better have on new ones.”
“And if I don’t?” I buckle before blinking up at him with what I hope looks like innocent eyes. “Maybe you should check.”
“Fuck.” Ryan throws the vehicle into drive. “May I remind you that your brother will be here in three hours? You might not want to act like this around him.”
I can’t believe I forgot Antonio was coming in today.
Aiden slides his hand under mine and leans in closer so only I can hear him. “I’m fucking you hard later. I don’t care if your brother is close by or not. If he is and you don’t aim for him to know, then I’ll put these knickers you gifted me with to good use to keep you quiet.”
Why did I think it was a wise idea to play his game?
Chapter 27
Isabel
The ride to hospital is quiet. The time is consumed with my mind contemplating how to deal with my brother. How to explain my involvement with the man beside me? Antonio’s not in the dark. Daily reports go straight to Isaac, the captain of the Royal Guards. My guards’ boss. Unlike Sir Edward, he doesn’t believe in discretion. That’s how Gabriela got away with so much. That, and Gino was looking out for her off the books.
No one’s doing shit off the books for me. Antonio won’t let this slide. I already know how that conversation will go; disappointment, demands, lectures about family. He’ll tell me to end it. Remind me that my choices affect more than just me. That getting mixed up with a man tied to a criminal organization carries risks…. the kind with serious consequences.
