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The disappointment shines bright in her eyes, and it guts me. “Well, do you have someone who can figure it out? You have this whole town in your back pocket. You know it as much as me, so help me.”
Her voice is harsh and blunt. It always is, but she has an edge to her now.
“Do you really want me to go ask around about this?” I hold up the key in front of her face. “Run the risk of someone wanting it for themselves?”
She tilts her head and bites her lip. When her eyes meet mine again, she releases it. Good girl. I want to say it, but I think better of it.
“You don’t have someone you can trust?”
I huff. “I only trust four people in this entire world. My boys, Carl, and you.” The “you” slips out before I can catch myself, but it’s a true statement. The basics aren’t the only things I know about her. It goes deeper than that.
I’m not proud to admit it, but she was only going to be leverage if Chief Welsh ever tried anything stupid. I’ve been watching her, studying her, for eight years now. When her dad came to me at Cedric’s funeral, I knew I needed the upper hand—I always have the upper hand, so the search began. It didn’t take me long to find her or learn all the things I know about her. People are open books when money is involved.
When Chief Welsh died, my infatuation with her didn’t. I still watched her. In a weird, fucked-up way, I felt I owed it to her dad to make sure she was safe. When I learned she was hunting for his killer, a new idea came to me, and I saw an opportunity and took it.
I silence all of my thoughts and look back to her. When my eyes meet hers, her mouth opens like she wants to say something, but she doesn’t. She reaches for my face and runs her thumb over the healing gash she gave me.
“I—” She cuts herself off and clears her throat, dropping her hand.
I step closer to her and can almost feel the pulsing of electricity crackling between us. I grab her hand in mine and bring it back to my face, pressing her palm to my cheek with my own, inhaling her sweet scent. I made the first move last time. I won’t do it again. I level my eyes with hers, challenging her to go further.
Something switches inside her. I can see it all over her face. Her tense body relaxes, and her eyes shine a different way. They’re softer, but still hard. Her lips turn up the slightest bit in a grin before she moves closer to me and runs them over my chest.
I let my head fall back and release a breath. “This is something you can’t take back, Monkshood.” I can hear my words as I speak. She needs to know if she gives herself to me, she’s mine.
She doesn’t acknowledge me.
Her soft hair tickles my stomach as she bends down to rest on her knees. She looks up to me and waits for my next move. Normally, her on her knees is right where I would want her, but not today.
I grab her by the shoulders and stand her up, then crash my mouth on hers. I tried to tell myself getting into bed with her would only complicate my plan, but I’ve already said fuck my plan.
Her lips slowly become entangled with my own. They’re soft and sweet. So fucking sweet. I revel in her taste as I turn her and back her toward my bed. Her breaths are shaky, shallow. I push her down and chuckle at the sharp exhale she releases on impact. She doesn’t know what she’s getting herself into, but it’s too late now.
Leaning over her, I pin her wrists above her head, then plant soft kisses along her neck and shoulder. As I move lower, she tries to move. I stop and raise above her again. “Leave them there,” I rasp.
Without an argument, she moves them back to the top of her head. I smile down on her. “Good girl.”
I run my hands down her sides until I reach the waist of her leggings. I tug at them and enjoy the view as Charlie bends her knees. She plants her feet on the edge of the bed, then lifts her ass so I can slide them off. I throw them to the floor with her delicate panties tangled inside.
Her body is on display for me, her bottom half completely naked, her hands resting above her head. I push the hem of her shirt up, letting it lie above her small waist, before I go back to peppering kisses all over her exposed flesh.
I kiss her stomach, then move to her hips, letting my teeth graze her soft skin. She moans out in pleasure, sending my dick all the signal it needs to stand at attention. I move down, lower and lower. Her skin is soft, and I can feel the nerve endings twitching as I continue to cover her thighs with wispy, feathery kisses. I spread her legs wider.
I kneel at the edge of the bed. Her arousal glistens in the light over her pink folds, and fuck if she doesn’t look delicious. I lean in close and inhale deeply, never wanting to forget her scent. Before I can dive into her and do all of the things I’ve only dreamed of, she leans up on her elbows and plants a foot on my shoulder.
“You know what queens do, Teddy?” She smiles when I don’t answer. “They bring kings to their knees.”
Without another word, she leaps from the bed and grabs her pants, then sprints out of my door.
What the fuck just happened.
