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A kamikaze level.
Because an attempt at taking out the ones he perceives as keeping him out of the Quinate table is about as death wish laden as trying to use some weird ass power play to get a seat there is.
A noise distracts me, and I turn in the living room where I’m standing.
Fuck.
MG. Gloriously naked. Hair back, face fresh, and beads of water clinging to her breasts and bare cunt lips.
I fucking love that cunt. Tight, giving, hot and wet. I drag my gaze up. “Most people wear clothes to black tie events. Not that I’m fucking complaining.”
“Where’s Hendrick? I tried to call him again, but it went straight to voicemail.” She holds up a robe, and I snatch it before she can put it on. “Jac.”
“If I’m not touching, I’ll look.”
She glares. “I don’t like being in the dark, and the fact he told me to call you means you two are up to something.”
I dump the robe on the floor and close the gap between us, taking her by the throat. There’s something so fucking hot about that cusp of violence, of feeling the beat of blood beneath my hand, knowing I could, if I wanted, squeeze tight and choke her.
Not kill her, no. Just choke her into a haze and then push her to her knees. Shove my cock down her throat and make her go deep into that space that exists between each breath. She’ll struggle but she’ll come.
I know how to spin it out, right past the edge and into the danger zone, to make it seem so fucking real to her.
There’s no fear in her eyes when I do it, like there used to be in the beginning of our…whatever the hell this is. There’s only the glaze of lust and the spark of a challenge, and fuck me.
It’s pure fucking crack to me.
If I reached down, she’s going to be dripping, and I bet I can get her off with one twist of her clit.
My fucking MG loves it rough. Angry. Wrong.
But I just bite her lip, sucking it into my mouth, and I suck fucking hard until she twitches and moans.
“Did you just come, MG?” I say, letting her lip go, making myself ease up on the grip on her neck. “Sure fucking sounded like you did. Anything I’m up to with your boring boy toy Hendrick is to also protect you.”
I let her go, and she stumbles back. When she looks at me, her gaze gleams so fucking hot my cock twitches. “He’s not boring. I want him as much as I want you. And the two of you need to deal with that.”
“You need to make a choice,” I say. “But I suspect your choice is to run.”
“Where is he?”
I rake my gaze over her again. “Not. Here.”
“That’s not the first time you’ve stopped something. Normally you’d have me on the floor and started going to town on me. Forcing your cock into me like I’m your personal sex toy.”
“Desperate?”
“Curious.” Then she moves past me and sweeps up the robe, pulling it on but not tying it up. “Is it because this place belongs to Hendrick?”
“Go get ready, MG.” I grab her arm. “And if you’re implying that I wouldn’t fuck you in his bed, then you’re a fool. We don’t have time.”
She opens her mouth and shuts it, then turns and walks off.
We’re both aware of my lie. I’ve been here long enough to have had her. Shit, I could fuck her right now and we’d have enough time. If I’m honest, and I try to be with myself, it’s because this bland fucking place of Hendrick’s unnerves me a little.
I find myself going to the bedroom and leaning against the wall, watching her get ready. She pulls on a green dress that has a slit up one leg, and a long, flowing skirt. She straps something onto the hidden thigh, like a garter. “That for contraband?”
“Your best enemy got it. He thinks things through.”
