Page 81 of Silver Fire
Derek chuckled. “Because you’ve got this beautiful untouched look.”
Maia cleared her throat. “Um, coming from you Derek, that’s kind of pervy.”
“Shut it, Maia,” Derek glared at the redhead. He knew what Justin wanted. Sophie was a stalker magnet because her eyes held a dichotomy of strength and vulnerability and to a sociopath or a pervert, the urge to possess her with the promise of her sweet submission was an irresistible lure.
There was a rap on the door as a Guardian walked into the room. Maia handed him Sophie’s purse.
“There’s a tracking device on this. Locate and disable it.”
“We need to find another way to get to Justin,” Viktor said.
“Eric Opperman and Damian Stoltz are more tangible targets,” Maia replied.
“Where’s the CIA on all this?” Derek asked. He kissed the top of Sophie’s head and had her sit back in her chair as he faced Viktor and Maia.
“Marissa’s been recalled to a different assignment at the moment,” Viktor replied. “We’ve been given point on this for now.”
Derek felt a measure of relief. The fewer agencies involved, the less chance of a screw-up. Besides, Derek had more confidence in AGS than any other government agency to get the job done.
“We’re focusing on Opperman first,” Viktor said.
* * *
Justin watchedthe woman writhe beneath him as he pounded inside her. He tried to imagine Sophie’s beautiful face but to no avail, frustrating him beyond measure.
“Yes! Yes! Harder,” the woman screamed.
He closed his eyes momentarily and imagined it was Sophie spurring him to take her. Yes, that was it. He thrust furiously and felt the woman coming around his cock, her thighs clamping his sides tighter. Justin opened his eyes, his hands slowly curling around the woman’s throat, and squeezed.
“What the? Ack—” she started choking, as he continued pumping inside her, grunting with pleasure while ignoring her flailing limbs that were trying to dislodge him. She tried to buck him off, but he planted himself deeper.
And as the light started to die from Polly Smith’s eyes, Justin found his release, throwing his head back as he roared Sophie’s name.
Collapsing on the lifeless body of the woman he had just fucked and killed, he howled his frustration and pulled out of her. He tied off the condom, walked to the bathroom and flushed the evidence of their tryst down the toilet. He turned on the faucet and splashed his face with cold water. It was done. Polly was a loose end that needed to be eliminated. He had not planned to fuck her before killing her, but his frustration with Sophie drove him to this. She was so beautiful at the cafe, dressed in white linen with her face all flushed from the heat of the summer, he had imagined licking the sweat off her. And the thought that Derek Lockwood was fucking her had driven him into blind jealousy and lust. The images were driving him insane; Lockwood between Sophie’s creamy thighs, thrusting inside her while she was moaning in abandon. It should be him claiming her. Marking her. Justin Bishop. He who should be making her scream his name.
Justin resisted the urge to smash the bathroom mirror. He checked his watch. There was enough time for him to wipe away traces of himself from the room before he met up with his men. He walked to the bed and stared at the naked body of the dead woman. He bent over and lifted her and walked to the bathroom to begin the process of the clean up.
* * *
“Ah, that feels so good,”Sophie moaned.
“Told you, you’re a moaner,” Derek murmured from above her.
“Like that, ahhhh, yes…”
“Easy, Angel, before I give you something to really moan about.”
“I’m sure I’ve said it before, but you’ve got some talented fingers.”
God, the man could give a great massage. Sophie felt boneless, lying supine on the bed as she let Derek work out the tension from her muscles with his magical fingers.
“I aim to please,” he whispered.
He was straddling her lower back, not giving her his full weight but just teasing her with the brush of his crotch. At certain moments, Sophie could feel a hard ridge brush the small of her back, but she was so lost in the pleasurable pain his fingers were evoking as they melted each knot, that she had not given it much thought.
“I’m good now,” Sophie murmured and smiled. She could just happily doze off into oblivion. After a grueling meeting at the AGS that lasted three hours, Derek had taken her home to the condo. She spent the next hour on a conference call with Stephen and Beth, trying to figure out how to extend her security detail to them. Stephen was agreeable as long as the AGS sent some hunk over to guard him. Beth balked at the notion of a bodyguard. Sophie assured her that it was not a bodyguard detail but more of a discreet security surveillance. AGS did not want Justin to know that they were on high alert.
Derek eased off her, switched off the lamp and pulled her close to him, shifting her to lie on her side and spooning her in his cocoon of security.