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My time for wallowing was done.
This bitch would succeed.
The wind whipped at the palm trees, picking up significantly from when we were in the air. There would be a storm tonight.
It was an omen, and I was the harbinger.
I smiled, cold satisfaction pumping through my veins. Determination lit me up like the glowing sunset before my eyes. But unlike the blood-orange horizon and the enormous fireball in the sky, I wouldn’t fade gently into the night.
Dark rain clouds were gathering, their lining a fiery red. They would sweep in and drench everything, sending people scurrying like ants in a nest. I was the downpour.
Queen.
I twisted my wrists, shifting to ease the bite of the metal against them. No matter how bruised they were, I wouldn’t let my pain show.
After all, I liked it rough.
My smile turned into a smirk, reigniting my endorphins from the epic session in my plane. I would never look at that table the same way again.
Ryder had never taken that step before. Unlike me, he’d never once treated our relationship as anything but professional. He was my employee and my late brother’s best friend. I was his boss. He kept it that way, except when he treated me like his little sister, scolding me as if I were a child.
Much like the inspector sitting in the front seat of the police car I was sitting in had done.
Less than two hours earlier, Ry had added to his repertoire. Being tied up with my own bra, bent over the table, and spanked until I was writhing under his big hand was exhilarating. Enlightening too.
I’d hated and loved it at the same time. His palm against my arse and cunt set my juices flowing and my blood pumping. His touch was rough, exactly the way I liked it. But he hadn’t intended for me to enjoy it—the smacks were a punishment, hard enough to leave me reeling—but it was the disappointment in his gaze that had done me in. The disbelief when I’d gotten the answer to his questions wrong.
It was a mindfuck. But the whole experience only served to heighten the fucking Flynn had given me afterward. It was rapturous, rocketing me into orbit when he impaled me with his pierced monster. He filled me and stretched me. He owned my body, working it until both of us were wrung out.
Sex with Flynn was out of this world. The only thing that topped it was being with Flynn and Professor Reid together.
I bit back a growl.
That man, that piece of shit, was put on this earth to be a pain in my arse. Literally and figuratively. Serious, brilliant, and intense, his laser-like focus was locked on Mum. It still was.
He wanted to prove her guilt. But he’d been dead wrong. She didn’t steal her investors’ money. His whack job idea that she committed suicide to escape an investigation was fucked in the head. I’d hated him for even suggesting it.
I’d wanted to rearrange that gorgeous face of his. Rip him limb from limb and cut out his insides with a rusted knife.
Instead, I’d gone and fallen for my professorhole and his magic dick. Un-fucking-believable.
He was happy to use both my body and my skills on a computer when it suited him. Ironic, then, that as soon as he got a whiff of how I exercised those skills, he’d gone and pissed off. In some ways I was grateful—if Professor Reid hadn’t walked away, he could have been sitting in his own cruiser in our little convoy. But watching him walk away was harder than I cared to admit. The realization that Flynn had cut ties with him as well squeezed the breath out of my chest. Knowing he was hurting made me ache—and there was no doubt in my mind that he was hurting.
Flynn had waited. He’d saved himself for me. He didn’t share his body with just anyone, yet within days of meeting Professor Reid, he was sucking his dick. He wouldn’t have done it just to please me; Flynn wasn’t spineless like that. No, there’d been something between them, something that had encouraged Flynn to drop his guard and open himself up.
Flynn could keep seeing Professor Reid—I would never stop him—but he’d made it clear that he wasn’t interested without me. I hated that he even felt like he needed to make that choice, that I’d put him in the position where he was suffering the consequences of my actions.
He was under arrest in the car behind mine, suffering more consequences.
So was Ryder.
I didn’t want to hurt either one of them. I would only get one shot at this. I needed to make it right. But my plan had been a little slapdash. It undeniably had the potential to go sideways real quick.
Just as sideways as our escape from the bank had gone. That trigger-happy dickhead security guard firing at us was not part of the plan.
Though I’d known it was a distinct possibility, neither was actually getting arrested.
Queen would prevail. She had to. I had to. Losing everything was not an option.
