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I’ve done this before, whilst scared and snivelling. But I’ve never been given free rein to enjoy something like this. Harvey smells distinctly masculine, a musky scent mixed with clean laundry and lime. I like it. I like the taste of him, salty and tangy against my tongue. My tongue curves around him, as I move up and down over his length, spittle gathering around my lips. I gag again and it makes him groan, so I do it again.
“You’re doing so good,rainha. You’re such a good girl.” He sounds delirious and his dick throbs in my mouth. He’s close and the immense satisfaction I feel at getting him here makes me suck harder. He grunts and I tug his jeans down further so I can reach between his legs and cup his sac.
“Fuck,” he groans as he comes hard and hot in my mouth.
When I slide off of him with a pop, he wastes no time in grabbing my arms and pulling me to my feet to crash his mouth to mine.
“How do I taste?” I ask him when he gives me room to breathe.
“Like heaven,” he murmurs.
“Like you, you mean.” I smile to the ceiling as his tongue darts into the hollow of my throat and my pussy clenches around nothing.
“You’ve earnt your reward,rainha. Tell me how you want to come.” His voice rumbles against my skin and it makes it hard to think about anything.
“Uh…” Anything I might have said is blown away with my breath as he yanks my bandeau top down, exposing my bare breasts to the cool air, my nipples pebbling from the chill and his gaze.
“Tell me, before I take the choice away.” Harvey growls before he latches onto my nipple with his mouth sucking hard enough to make me whimper.
When I say nothing more than garbled nonsense, he becomes impatient and tugs open my trousers, plunging his hand in my underwear once again. Without preamble, he slides two fingers into my entrance, curling them and finding the sweet spot inside me that makes my knees give way. He holds me up, one arm around my waist while his tongue still swirls around my nipple. I’m so close but I need pressure on my clit and he’s refusing to let his palm rest where I need him most.
“Harvey, please,” I whine.
He pops off my breast and his hand stops moving, his fingers still inside me. I growl out my frustration as he uncurls himself to stand at his full height over me where my back is arched over his arm. “What was that,rainha?” He looks at me with anger.
“Please,” I beg, confused by his annoyance.
“Pleasewhat?” he snarls.
“Sir!” I nearly scream.
The heel of his palm presses on my buzzing clit and his fingers crook upward to find my g-spot and I detonate on contact. Harvey swallows the sounds I make in a hungry kiss, his tongue sweeping over mine. As soon as I can stand on my own, he releases me with a hard kiss.
“Good,” he says, then jerks his chin toward the bed. “Clothes off, lay down with your hands over your head, you have thirty seconds.” He strides to the bathroom, and I scramble to do as I’m told like the good girl he calls me.
32
HARVEY
I’ve not gone twelve hours without fucking Annika for a week now. I’ve had her in her bed, bent over her desk, and in the back of two of her fancy cars. It’s an addiction that I can’t stop. I’ve spent every night in her bed, sleeping next to her soft, sleeping breaths. The smell of juniper from her shampoo prominent as her hair fans behind her. I can no longer think of Annika as an Ice-Queen. Hard to do when her naked body searches for mine in the middle of the night and she wraps herself around me, snuggling in like a sleeping kitten.
Our evenings have been spent with the girls, the four of us together and it’s felt so right. I feel like something has slotted into place. Keeley has decided I’m her safe place, falling asleep against my shoulder twice this week and I’ve carried her to bed, enjoying the way her little body is safe and protected in my arms. I even got a high five from Mabel when she won a game of Monopoly and I felt like the coolest kid in the world. It feels like we’re a family and that makes me feel sick. Because I’m going to break it. Because I’m not who they all think I am. Because I’m not who I once was.
Everything is fucked. But I can’t think of that right now. I walk into The Starlight Lounge alone having left Annika beingintroduced the wonderful world of Disney, courtesy of Keeley while Guinevere and Mabel try not to laugh at the disgusted confusion all over her face. Elle Maxwell is still on stage when I arrive, singing a belting rendition of‘Shake It Off’ as she bops around the stage in the smallest shorts a human could possibly wear. She turns around to shake her butt at her audience who all whoop and whistle. I chuckle to myself, heading to the bar to order a drink and have a quick look around to see if any of the Dao guys are around, but I can’t see them. Leaning against the bar, I watch the performance with interest. I knew I recognised Elle when I met her the other night and the cop in me couldn’t help but look her up when I got home. She is the daughter of the richest person in this city and she had everything in the making to be the perfect little nepo-baby, but all public appearances with her parents stopped when she turned eighteen. She’s been working at a nightclub for the last five years and she married —for lack of a better word— a dangerous criminal. I find her intriguing, but that’s not why I’m here. In my research, something else popped up that I wanted to discuss with the lady of the Daos.
A few feet away, a guy with an obnoxious face tattoo stares at me with narrowed eyes. I catch his eye and raise a brow, showing him that his ominous presence doesn’t scare me. Turning back to watch the performance, I can feel his scowl on the side of my face, but I ignore him. When Elle thanks her enthusiastic audience and struts off the stage, my eyes go to the staff door where I know she comes out. It takes only a few minutes before she emerges. I stand straight and start to walk over, hoping to catch her before she slinks off, but I come face to face with face tattoo. He’s nothing more than a kid, early twenties at most, playing grown-up in an expensive suit. He’s tall and a little gangly but clearly muscular.
“Can I help you?” I say with a frown.
“Nope,” he answers, popping the ‘p’ and crossing his arms over his chest without getting out my way.
With all the suspicious goings on Annika has had in Talon territory, I get an uneasy feeling with this lanky wannabe trying to tower over me. “Do we have a problem?”
“Mr Campos?” A sweet voice comes from behind him, and Elle’s head of deep purple hair pops out from the guy-with-the-attitude-problem’s side.
“You know this guy?” he speaks. At first I’m confused who he’s talking about until I realise, he’s talking to her, not me.
“Relax, Jase,” she says, stepping around him and rolling her eyes with enough attitude to make my lips twitch. “This is Annika Wolfe’s new personal security. You can stand down soldier.” She pats his arm somewhat patronisingly and comes to stand in front of him, putting us face to face.
