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“He didn’t speak of his upbringing at all when you worked together?” James asks, taking his plate to the sink. My eyes dart again to the wicked scar on his face.
“No, not really. Nobody there was much for reminiscing about their childhoods.” Riven’s face twists in a grimace. “Least of all Marco. He was a psycho even before he was a rogue. Let’s make some calls. Get our people here. We need to stop fucking around.” Riven’s face is thunderous. “Come on, Red.” He holds out a hand to me, hauling me up to him. Frankly, I’m surprised, I thought he’d head off to his office to make his calls in private.
"Charming? You know Sebastian Charming?" I ask once we are ensconced in his office. You'd think I asked him to chop off a limb by the distaste on his face. But he composes himself quickly.
"Yes, I know Charming. I don’t really like to ask for help, but that's not important right now. We need all the help we can get if we're going to take Marco and his operation down. I don’t want to make any mistakes."
I’m quiet while I listen to Riven’s side of the conversation. It’s brief and to the point. Honestly, I’m still in awe that he has a direct line to one of the royals. It’s even more jarring when all he says is: ‘I need help’, grunts, and hangs up.
“That’s it?” I ask. Puzzled. How will the prince know where to send help? Or what kind of help?
“That’s it,” he answers with a smirk. “Trust me. He’ll make me suffer for it. Asshole.” Riven rises from his seat, coming towards me. “Let’s go back upstairs, Red.” His eyes are sultry, hot. It’s all I can do to accept his outstretched hand, nod.
The climb up the stairs is excruciating. I can already feel the wetness gathering between my legs, my panties wet in anticipation. Riven’s room is still dark, although dawn isn’t far away now. The door shutting is audible as I stop near the bed and turn to him, suddenly aware that I’m still just in panties and his t-shirt, although that does hang down to mid-thigh.
He prowls closer, the predatory gleam in his eyes and the bulge in his trousers all the evidence that I need that he’s as turned on as I am. He’s a beautiful man. Bringing my hands up, I run my fingers lightly over the lines of his body, his arms, his abs, his back like butterflies. His answering groan tells me that he likes my hands on him. Reaching down, he tips my neck to the side and finds the spot with his lips, anchoring me to him with his hands on my hips.
“Red, are you wet for me?” A hand reaches to cup my core, and he inhales sharply against my ear. “Naughty girl.” The hand increases its pressure. “You’re drenched. Were you wet downstairs,sitting on the stool? I know I was hard as a rock, thinking about bringing you upstairs and fucking you.”
A gush of wetness is his answer. I love his dirty talk. I certainly was wet watching him downstairs. He slides two fingers inside me, pumping them slowly and my knees almost give way.
He whispers in my ear, "Get those panties off Red. Then get on the bed and turn around. I want to fuck you from behind."
Oh fuck, the quaver in my hands is all desire as I shimmy out of my panties and assume the requested position, sitting on my knees. I look over my shoulder to make sure I'm in the right place. Riven watches quietly, but I make a point to wiggle a little before. I relax into my pose—my body quivering with anticipation. My ass is up in the air, ready for whatever he has planned for it as he shucks his trousers and approaches the bed eyeing me appreciatively.
"Nice. You're gorgeous, Red,” he says. I know that Riven would never hurt me. The trust I have in him is absolute. While my sexual experience isn’t enormous, I have had some. However, desire makes everything so heady. Desire to please him.I want. I need.With Riven everything is heightened. I feel like I’m on fire.
He crawls up onto the bed, caging me in with his body. I turn my face to meet his kiss, his lips crushing into mine as he suckles my tongue. The taste of the whisky on his breath from earlier is heady. I’m not totally sure what we are doing, so I’m happy when he takes charge and pushes me down so I'm flat on my stomach and he kneels behind me. A new gush of wetness escapes from my core. I'm so turned on. A small moan escapes me. Riven chuckles, but his erection is stiff and hot against my ass, so I know he is equally affected.
My pussy aches with desire, and I want to turn over and let him take me, but Riven’s fingers slide relentlessly down my hips and to my pussy. Gathering moisture and circling up to my ass, darting around the puckered region. Groaning I try to arc myself up, provide better access, but he holds me tight, restricting my movement. My pussy quivers with the agony of unsatisfied desire. Finally, he pulls away and crawls up onto me. His body covers me. His erection is hot against my pussy. I don't know if I can take it anymore. I need him inside of me. Now.
"I'm ready," I say, trying to move his hips over me. But he continues to tease me.
He rubs his erection against my pussy, and it is so hot and hard. Letting the tip slide in for a moment, and then out.
"Please," I gasp. He pushes my head down into the mattress. Then he kisses my neck, working his way down my spine. His tongue traces a line along the small of my back down to my ass. I try to move away but he holds me down. His tongue makes a circle around my tightest hole. I try to move away, but he pushes me back down and holds my ass in his hands. His tongue continues to work on me. He swirls it in and out of my ass, in ever-widening circles. I gain some control and widen my hips, but he keeps his balance on his knees and continues to torment me. It feels so good. Then he stops. His erection slides into my wet pussy and a finger slides into my hole. Oh! It feels so good. "Please!" I whimper. "Please!"
I try to move but he holds me firmly in place. "Please!" I don't know what I'm asking for. He thrusts into me harder and harder, pounding his hips against mine. I can feel the orgasm building inside of me. I can't hold on anymore. He thrusts into me hard, and I come as his orgasm spills into me.
Resting on my back for a minute, he finally says, "You killed me. That was hot Red." He presses a gentle kiss into my neck.
Witches and warlocks.That is the understatement of the century.
Riven brings me a wet cloth and cleans me gently, stroking my face with his hands, "I love you, Red."
"I love you, too, Riven. So much."
Chapter Twelve
RIVEN
"Charming is going to come this way. He's also sending out men to help," I pull out a map. "Here and here." Tracing the route on the map, I lean it towards James on the kitchen table. I’ve left Rowan upstairs sleeping since it’s still early. I’m hoping that she will get a few hours at least before we need to head out.
Rowan. Damn, the woman is tremendous. I can’t help but have my thoughts drawn to her even now when I should be concentrating on business. This business isn’t just for Syndicate either, but this psycho who apparently thinks that Rowan is some prize to be won. Fucker. He always was a psychopath.
“Good to hear. That will help tremendously. I mean we have our own people, but Charming is next level for this. I wouldn’t have suggested it if I didn’t think it was necessary,” James’s grimace tells me all I need to know. James would never have wanted Charming involved if there was a way around it, but I’m not so picky. I want this mopped. “I sent for Violet too,” he added softly.
I groaned. “Really? Fuck.” This was getting complicated. Violet. Damn.
