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This time, I do a more thorough job. Slicing through every seam, removing the lining from the jacket, turning out the pockets and then running some electronic sensors over the resulting scraps. It’s all clean.
I carry what’s left of her clothes to the small, unfinished room in the back of the garage. We use it as a wet room when needed, with a drain built into the floor, and the concrete walls make it a discreet place to burn things that we don’t need tied back to us later.
I toss Riley’s clothes on the ground and reach for an accelerant, then hesitate for a second.
“Fuck it,” I mutter, grabbing the silky blue panties back out. They’re intact. So fucking small that I didn’t bother cutting them up.
I run them through my fingers, then bring them up to my nose. They’re not the ones she wore last night—those are upstairs in my room—but the sweet musk takes me right back there.
Meandmy dick.
It hardens, and I shove the little scrap of silk into my pocket.
Fuck, at this rate, I’m basically starting a collection. But nothing good is gonna come from overthinking that fact, so I don’t. I flick my lighter to light the pile of shredded clothes on fire, clean up the mess once they’ve been reduced to ash, then head back upstairs, passing by the spot where Maddoc had Riley strip.
It was sexy as hell, despite the shit Logan gave her about the way she did it. She’s so fucking strong, although there’s a vulnerability to her that sits right below the surface despite her best efforts to hide it. I’m not gonna go against Maddoc’s no-sex rule, but I’d be lying if I said Riley isn’t everything I crave.
I finger the silk in my pocket, taking the stairs two at a time. I head straight to my room and grab a couple of things, then make my way down the hall to the bedroom I figure Logan put Riley in.
I’m right.
She’s standing by the window when I open the door, still so fuckably naked, and she jumps when I walk in, whirling around to face me.Fucking gorgeous.
She doesn’t bother covering up, and she looks pissed. The combination is hot as hell.
“Dante.” Her breath hitches, her nipples hardening, and my name comes out of her mouth like it’s another word forasshole.
I grin. I like how she always wants to fight.
I like how her body responds to me even more.
“You enjoying the accommodations, princess?” I ask, just to see if I can get more of a rise out of her.
She narrows her eyes. “No.”
I chuckle, not really having expected anything different. “Brought you something.”
As I speak, I toss the clothes I grabbed from my room on the bed for her. Her eyes flick in that direction for a split second before they lock back on to me.
“Are those yours?” she asks.
It’s what she’s getting, so does it really matter? “If you want to put something on, they’ll have to do until we have someone pick up your stuff,” I tell her.
Her eyes rake my body like claws, and I tuck my hand back in my pocket to caress that little scrap of silk, my cock starting to fill again.
“They won’t fit,” she bites out.
I shrug. She’s right. She’s gonna swim in the t-shirt and workout pants I brought her, but since the pants have a drawstring, I figure she can make them work. Not her usual look, but… yeah.
The clothesaremine, and my cock likes something about the image.
Riley looks torn, and I grin, shrugging. “You wanna stay naked, that’s fine too.”
I don’t even realize I’m moving toward her until she starts backing up. I keep coming until her back hits the wall behind her, then lean down to whisper in her ear, “I’ve got no complaints with this look, princess.”
Her body goes tense, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps, and although she glares up at me when I lift my head, she doesn’t try to push me away.
“Maddoc and Logan think I’m working for West Point,” she says, which is half right.
