Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 73302 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73302 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
He took hold of my thighs, doubled them on my chest, and pinned them down. “Hold on,” he ordered.
I started to reach for the sides of the counter. “One hand.”
I wanted to defy him, but his words pinned me down as easily as his hands. I was strong as fuck. I could break his hold if I wanted to. I might snap his wrist, but he’d deserve it, wouldn’t he? For thinking he could use a Theriot this way. This was wrong. I shouldn’t—
“You want this.” His voice was low and rough, and his eyes had gone dark. How did he know what I was thinking? “Tell me.”
I shook my head.
He started to pull out, and the words tumbled from my lips. “Yes. I want it. I want your cum in me.”
“Fuck right you do.”
I gripped the counter hard as he drove into me. He fucked me relentlessly. Sweat dripped from his face and ran down his chest.
“Give it to me,” I growled.
His eyes widened, and he thrust deep one more time before he tensed, and I felt the heat of his cum inside me. It was incredible.
He hung over me, hands still holding my thighs. Neither of us moved or spoke. What the fuck had just happened? Sex never felt like this with my usual hookups, that was for damn sure.
Finally, he looked up at me and smiled. “I told you not to send me away.”
“Maybe, occasionally, you have a good idea. But what the fuck are we going to do now?”
Instead of answering, he pulled out of me. I sucked in my breath. Damn, he’d gone at me hard, and now I felt so fucking empty. I wanted him right back inside. I wanted to fuck him all night or all day or what the fuck ever. I had no idea what time it was.
“So fucking gorgeous.” He was staring at my ass. “All gaping and sloppy. Jesus, I love watching my cum slide out of you.”
“And you called me filthy.”
He laughed. “We’re a good match for that.”
I wasn’t touching that comment, because we were, and it was fucking with my head. I squeezed my ass, then relaxed. I felt it, his cum dripping out of me.
“Fuck, that’s hot. Do it again.”
I did.
“I wish you could see how goddamn good you look.”
“Show me.”
He grabbed his pants from the floor, pulled out his phone, and snapped several pictures before handing it to me. My eyes widened at the sight. I looked so damn used. So messed up. No doubt I’d looked like this before, minus trail of cum down my ass, but I felt more debauched than I had with anyone else.
“You look like the slut you are,” he said.
I flipped him off and deleted the pictures.
“I was planning to use those later.”
“If your dick needs attention, you come to me. No pictures.”
He sighed but then smiled. “I would never share you… pictures of you… anything about this.”
“You’d be dead if you did.”
“Not if I pulled the trigger first.”
I sucked in my breath. “You wouldn’t.”
“Are you so sure?”
I wanted to be, but I wasn’t, and that was also fucking me up.
“You should go now,” I told him.
He shook his head. “Someone tried to blow you up.”
“Or to warn me.”
“If you’d been closer to the car, you would be in the morgue right now.”
“That was graphic.”
He scowled at me. “Don’t act like you need babying.”
“I’m not. I don’t.”
“But you do need someone to push you to take care of yourself. So now you’re going to get some sleep and give your hand a chance to heal, and I’m going to start working my way through the casino patrons and employees to find our spy. Then we’re going to make a plan.”
“You think it’s that easy. You thought it was Andretti.”
“I hated him from the moment we met. I think I wanted it to be him, but that’s never how things work. I’ll work smarter now.”
“You don’t have access to records or surveillance from the casino.”
“Not all of it, but you’re going to give it to me.”
That was going way too far. “No I’m not.”
“Then I’ll have to break in, but that will take a lot longer.”
I exhaled, slid from the counter, and found my pants. I couldn’t keep up this conversation with my dick out.
“Andretti wasn’t my only lead.”
My head snapped up. “What?”
“I have others I want to investigate, employees mostly.”
How much was he keeping from me? “When were you going to tell me this?”
He shrugged, and I stomped over to where he stood. “I want every fucking detail right now. I’m not keeping someone on my staff who might be getting information for Ivanov. I want him taken out.”
19
ZACH
Ionly had a few hunches, nothing more, but I needed Rafe to believe I had information he wanted. I wasn’t letting this opportunity slip away from me, and I also wasn’t done with him. Fuck. I’d never come like that in my life. “It’s a few leads. I don’t have any proof.”