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Does KordinhitLenox? She didn’t give any indication either way.
Promise’s words echo through my head.“She’s always performing.”
He could. Kordin could abuse his wife. He definitely seemed the type the way he spoke about her.
I should’ve broken both his arms.
Then I remember what Lenox said.“I’m not your concern.”
She’s right. She’s not my concern. But my mom and sisters are, and I’m no good to them if I’m dead.
I need to fix this, for my mom and sisters, for myself, and in the process, hopefully Lenox, too, because I did fuck her over.
I just have to get Cyrus’s trust first so he’ll let me try. To earn his trust, I’m going to need to play along because this is all a performance. One I’m so fucking unfamiliar with. I’ve never gotten anyone off using my voice alone, especially not a man.
Taking a step toward the loveseat, I lower my voice to say, “It felt good,” then cringe at myself.
Cyrus drops his head back on a groan though, his Adam’s apple to the ceiling. Staring at it, at the way his heartbeat pulses in his throat, I drag my eyes to the cane tucked against his ribs. She’s the reason he does that, I bet.
“I broke his right arm at the elbow,” I tell him. “Snapped the bones in multiple places. I could feel the crunches under my foot.”
“Was he right-handed?”
I nod, then force myself to say, “Yes,” out loud.
The laugh that leaves Cyrus could extinguish fire.
“More. Tell me more,” he says, practically frothing at the mouth.
Lying through my teeth, I create a gruesome tale of events that never happened, full of details twisted enough to entertain the sickest person I’ve ever met. No, not just entertain. Pleasure. I’m pleasuring Cyrus, the king of deception, with deceit itself.
Right when I’m getting to the part where the mark’s wife begs for her life from the other room, Cyrus’s left hand shoots out to the side, and he orders, “Blow in my ear. Hurry.”
A knot in my stomach, I lean over the loveseat, trying to keep enough distance between us that we’re not touching, but my shirt grazes his open hand and his fingers react automatically, closing around the material to yank me closer. I have to reach out with both hands to keep from falling on top of him.
“Blow!” Cyrus demands, his tight fist against my sternum.
I have no choice but to obey, blowing in his ear.
Gurgling noises build in his throat, finally erupting out of his gaping mouth the same time the crotch of his pants darkens from the growing wetness of his cum.
Fuck. I did it.
“I’ve got a job for you,” Cyrus says as he shoves me away from him, all business once again.
Straightening, I ask hesitantly, “Who’s the mark?”
“Same mark. We need all the information on him we can get our hands on.”
“From the laptop?”
“Forget the laptop.”
“Then how—”
“By getting yourself hired at the mark’s firm and finding out everything you can on him.”
It’s so fucking risky, showing my face like that. I have zero experience working undercover and even less time to dedicate to learning how.
