Page 39 of Devil's Retribution
“You cried out in your sleep. I came to check on you.” I gave her no apology, and didn’t cut my eyes away from the sight of her tangled in the sheets.
“I…” she murmured, still struggling with whatever had caught her in nightmares. “Thank you.”
Her gaze flitted away from mine and she looked down at herself, then reached to untangle the blanket. The tight fabric clung to her fetchingly, and it was fun to watch her wiggle free. It made me want to talk her into removing another layer or two of cloth for me.
“What is it?” she asked, a little defensively.
“Just enjoying the view,” I said coolly. “Do you need a hand?”
“I’m fine,” she mumbled, unwrapping the end of the twisted sheet from around her leg. Her nightgown rode up her thigh and my eyes followed the fabric. Her legs were spectacular.
I licked my lips. “If you’re sure.”
She gave me that limpid-eyed look again, and my breath caught. The tension between us was so thick I could taste it.
“I- I should…” she murmured. “I should try to get back to sleep.”
I smiled patiently. “Of course. I’d offer to join you but I don’t take advantage of women in my care.”
She swallowed hard. “That’s good to know,” she said finally, but the hungry look in her eyes didn’t fade one bit.
And anyone would have noticed the disappointment in her voice.
I walked away frustrated, my cock throbbing in protest at staying confined in my pants, but I also walked away smiling.
Seducing her was going to be easy.
In her heart, she was already mine.
***
My erection wouldn’t go away, it distracted me with thoughts of going back there and fucking Emma’s brains out as I tried to finish my thorough search of the penthouse. Every time I bent or reached or twisted, the silk of my boxer briefs would slide against my sensitive flesh and send a fresh jolt through me that left me aching with need.
I found some odd goodies along the way. A stash of DVDs, unlabeled, probably some kind of exotic porn. Two firearms, stashed away in secret drawers, one in the living room and one in the kitchen. I reminded myself to search the master bedroom thoroughly once Emma got up.
Emma. She would be so easy to seduce if I went back into that bedroom right now. But what would it say about me if I did? I didn’t want to leave her wrestling with the situation, or feeling like she had to submit because I had the power of life and death over her.
No, I wanted her all in. I wanted her to feel like it was at least half her idea. I wanted her to delight in the act as much as I would.
That would take some patience, and some creativity. But I already knew it would be worth it.
At the moment, though, my patience was running thin. I finally sighed and set down the book I had been flipping through in search of stashed paper or money, shrugged out of my suitcoat and holsters, and left them behind while I headed for the bathroom.
The sight of Emma writhing on that bed, trembling and straining against the cocoon of blankets, lingered in my mind as I disrobed and stepped into the icy shower spray.
The cold water stung my skin and made a shiver run down my back, my skin felt like it was jumping from the harsh contact. But my blood still ran hot in my veins, the flush to my skin didn’t cool even as all those cold needles of discomfort slapped into me. Every drop that hit my cock seemed to stiffen me further, pushing me slowly toward a tantalizing edge.
I swore under my breath, grabbing myself in one fist even as I gave up and twisted the knob to warm the water. My hips tightened and jolted forward, shoving my shaft through my grip as I groaned.
I struggled toward relief under the spray, shuddering with desire and pleasure but getting no closer to ecstasy. I didn’t want my hand in a goddamn shower, I wanted the woman struggling to sleep just a few doors down from the bathroom.
I wanted her to squirm under me and beg for more while I thrust into her hot, slick, inviting flesh. I wanted to feel her clench around me when she came. I wanted to hear her gasp my name, moan it, beg me for more. But instead, here I was, alone in my shower.
My toes curled and I groaned through my teeth, leaning heavily on the wall with my other hand while I pumped away. My loins tightened, my heart was pounding. My legs shook, my breath came in harsh pants that seemed to carry no oxygen.
Emma, clinging to me. Emma, wrapping her legs around me, sliding her hands over me, pleading with me not to stop—
I came so hard I had to grit my teeth against a roar. Every jolt of ecstasy made my body jolt as well, panting, shaking, my hoarse breaths almost like little shouts by themselves. Then, finally sated, I leaned my head against the tile wall and struggled to catch my breath.