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“Quiet.” I slowly roll his thickness in my palm while my fingers keep on stroking, gently picking up the pace. “You’re so beautiful.”
Austin opens his eyes again and I can feel them following when I lower my mouth and take the tip of his cock between my lips. He shifts and lets out a muffled groan. Fuck, he’s delicious, exactly like I imagined. A combination of sweat and musk, an earthy flavor to it with a waft of his cologne. I lick his slit, then speak again.
“At first, I wondered if Manuel really had abrotherat that party who wanted to help us, or if it was all set up. Now I think that he asked Xavier to simplypretendto help me, by providing me with that phone to put the spyware on it. By giving me a way out, fully aware of the proposition he was going to make.” I grin at the thought. “I also think that we all fell for each other’s traps, too busy trying to win this fucking contest to really see.”
I take him back in my mouth and hum when he jerks between my lips. Then I increase the suction around his shaft, chasing a hiss and get rewarded by a filthy moan. I pop off his length, watching it smack against his flat stomach with athwack. My tongue flicks out, running along to the silky-smooth crease between Austin’s leg and his groin until I reach his balls. They’re heavy and full as I suckle one into my mouth and massage it with my tongue before dropping it and nipping at the other. I’m frantic as I devour his flesh, his taste, his fucking smell. I look up and find his hot gaze right on me. His pink, plush lips are parted but I can see him connecting the dots. Then he swallows and eyes the door—only briefly, but enough for me to realize that he’s understood.
I grimace, letting my fingers continue to rub his slick, hard flesh as I continue speaking in a hushed voice, “So Xavier proposed an exchange. Suggested that they’d leave The Business alone if I gave him safe passage to the States under your wing. I told him that it would be easy if he pretended to be an informant. I justknewthat you wouldn’t be able to pass up an opportunity. Because you wanted all the glory, right, Austin?”
And I wanted all your love.
I lap at his slit, greedily tasting the precum that freely pours out, our eyes still locked, darting around in the thick, changing air. “And then you had to screw it all up, by telling me that you love me.” My voice turns harsh, sharp with a hurt that forces me to choke on a mocking laugh. “You knew that I was going to screw you over, right? You knew and you decided to use my love for you against me, just to trip me up.” My hands start trembling and the thought is so upsetting that it makes my tears fall, like the rest of me, falling. I’m breaking apart, turning to dust, becoming nothing. “You were playing me again,” I whisper, then take him back in my mouth. He’s panting now, not agreeing with what I say, but too far away to avoid the nearing orgasm that’s already building up in his body. He thrashes against the restraints, but they don’t budge.
I start bobbing my head, enjoying the sensation of his thick, velvety cock back in my throat.
Austin shifts in his seat, grunting and swearing out loud now. “Fuck, Connor, younevertalk to me. T—touching you is the only way to break down the walls around your heart. Connor…”
My hands fondle his balls and I feel them grow heavy with the need to unload. He’s nearly there. Just a few more flicks of my tongue and he’ll come in my throat. The sensation is overwhelming, something I’ve never experienced before. I don’t want this moment to end. I want to stay here, on my knees between Austin’s powerful thighs, my mouth on his cock, my hands around his balls, and his sweet moans in my ears, for the rest of my life. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.
“Let me show you that I’m not playing you. That I want to be with you,” he breathes and it’s enough to make me want to give him everything I’ve got. Hollowed cheeks, a flicking tongue, the perfect suction around his thick shaft. He howls as he comes and I greedily drink him down, savoring the taste, knowing that he’s got me hooked for the rest of his life. All of him. I drop soft kisses on his balls, his shaft, and his tip before I tuck him back into his pants and buckle his belt. Then I stay there, on my knees, watching his closed eyes and slack jaw.
“You’re so shy, sweetling,” he mumbles, opening his eyes slowly. I climb up, straddling his lap, supported by his strong thighs, my face in the crook of his neck, and my mouth against his ear.
“I’m sorry,” I breathe.
“Don’t be, sweetling,” he mumbles. “I’ve never felt for anyone like I feel for you. You—There’s just so much to you and like the greedy bastard I am, I want it all.” He turns his face to seek my lips, then connects his firm mouth with mine. It’s tender, like our blooming love. “I want to give you everything that makes your heart happy. I want to give you the world. But baby…”
“Yeah?” I mumble.
“We’ll have plenty of time to talk later. Let’s make sure to get our asses out of here first.” His eyes find mine. “Please tell me you have a plan.” I give him an indignant huff, that makes him laugh. “Ah, there you are again.”
“Well, of course, I have a plan. Xavier’s been set up as well.”
Austin tsks as he shakes his head in fake mockery. “The face of an angel, the heart of a demon.”
I let out a snort. “Sure, whatever. You’ll be pleased to know that I managed to install that spyware during the party and that we got in touch with the assassin. He’s willing to talk, mostly after we told him that we have something that belongs to him.”
His gaze narrows. “And that something is…?”
There’s a knock on the door. After a last, long kiss I reluctantly get off Austin’s lap. “That will be my team.” I grab the switchblade from the back of my shoe. Austin eyes me in surprise. “Are you packing aknife? Dude, who’s this sexy, dangerous guy? And what did you do with Connor?”
I grin while I let it skillfully flicker in my hand, before slashing the ropes to free his hands. “You know, if you hadn’t been so full of yourself all the time, you’d have met him long ago,baby.”
Austin lets out a sigh when he stretches his hands, then rubs his wrists to increase his blood circulation. I look up when he hisses, only to see him rubbing the knuckles on his right hand. “No fighting this time,” he mumbles sheepishly.
Then the door opens and Samuel comes in with a slumped Xavier against his chest, forcing us back into our roles as mobsters. When he sees Austin, he doesn’t seem to be surprised by the fact that, according to our original plan, he should have been tied up to a chair. He does, however, notice my ripped shirt, though he wouldn’t dare mentioned anything. “Where to, boss?”
“Chair, please.” I watch as Xavier undergoes the same operation, same rope, same chair as Austin had just before, while I move to set up my computer. Samuel throws me my coat and I pull it around my shoulders, feeling strangely protected once I’ve closed the buttons. “We’re about to tell theirInitiatorto piss the helloff.”
“That’s fucking brilliant,” Austin mutters, sounding genuinely impressed, much to my pleasure. Xavier lets out a few soft grunts, before his eyes open, slowly and dazed, until he realizes the ropes around his limbs. He gives them a firm pull, but they don’t move.
“You!” His gaze, filled with horror as reality hits him, finds mine. “You betrayed me. You told me thathe…” his chin points at Austin with a disgusted look on his face, “was your enemy. You told me—” Movement at the door makes his head dart around and his eyes widen when he recognizes the man in the doorway. “Théo.”
“Xavier?” The newcomer, a slender guy with a huge mop of dark curls, takes a few tentative steps inside the room before he fully realizes what’s going on. Mia’s standing in the doorstep, a Glock in her hand, blocking his escape, making the chase forhim, over.
“Told you that we have something that belongs to you, right,murderer?”
He turns, ready to bolt despite the weapon in her hands, but Samuel’s already on him, grabbing both his hands and pulling them together behind his back, forcing Théo, who’s now viciously kicking, into a chair. He starts bickering with Xavier in French—something about betrayal—and I feel Samuel’s burning gaze. “Are you sure this is our guy?” He questions in a hushed voice as he works the rope around Théo’s hands. Had I not been in Paris to witness theFrères Perduswith my own eyes, I would have asked myself the same thing.
