Page 79 of Poisoned Pawn
I close my eyes as a vision of me naked and strung up pushes its way into my mind.
“No good closing your eyes, Star. I see what you did. And, trust me, one day soon I’ll have you strung up, legs stretched wide and at my mercy while I fuck you. I’ll bring you to the brink of fucking heaven over and over again. I’ll fuck your arse and your cunt. You’ll be so full…. hmmm.”
He grinds his groin against my arse as his words tail off into a half hum half groan, and my thighs clench, rubbing together to create a little friction.
“You don’t play fair. I’m mad at you.”
He nips at my neck and nibbles on the lobe of my ear. “If this is how you respond to me when you’re mad, then maybe I should keep you mad all the fucking time.” He grinds into me again. “I want to fuck you so bad right now. But I need to go out.”
His words are a like a cold bucket of ice, washing away every trace of my hunger.
“Where? Is this to do with your call?”
He spins me in his arms. “There’s something I need to check out.”
I scan his face looking for more, but he’s not going to share. “Can I come with you?”
“Hell fucking no!” he snaps with a growl of determination that’s not to be argued with. “I need you here where I know you’re safe. Keep the bed warm and you’re pussy wet for me. When I get back, I’ll make good on that dirty little imagination of yours.”
“Maybe I’ll just wear myself out instead,” I tease knowing the kind of reaction I’ll get.
“I don’t think so, princess. You might not have caught up yet, but this”—he slips his hand inside my leggings, sliding a finger up and down my slit, which is slick with my juices— “knows exactly who it fucking comes for.”
My legs go a little weak, parting to give him easier access as he continues to tease me. Far too quickly he stops, and I let out a heavy whine of desperation.
He kisses me, adjusts himself, then says, “Enjoy trying to finish yourself off. I’ll be back soon.”
“Arsehole!” I curse as he shuts the door behind him. I quickly strip and climb under the covers, desperate to find relief. I run my fingers through my wet folds, dipping in and out a couple of times before finding my clit and starting up a rhythm usually guaranteed to have me coming in minutes. But not tonight. The fucker has not only left me high and fucking dry but also unable to satisfy myself.
“Son of a bitch!” I shove the covers off me, dropping my arms by my side with a huff.
I lay there staring up at the ceiling and hoping sleep will put me out of my misery.
I should have known better.
CHAPTERTWENTY-SIX
CARTER
That was fucking painful leaving Star, and my dick is bitching about it with a persistent ache. Clearing the last step, I find I’m not alone like I’d hoped.
“Going somewhere without me? And there was me thinking we made a good team earlier.” Zak says, stepping out of the shadows.
“Did you put a fucking tracker on me earlier or something?” I shove past him, heading for the exit.
“Nah, man, no need.”
“No, and why’s that then, Zak? En-fucking-lighten me please.” A light mist has settled around the church, and only the tops of the gravestones can be seen under the pale light of the moon as I make my way to my car.
“Because if I was you, I’d be going to find Lev,” he says, levelling me with a knowing glare over the roof of my car.
“Then I hope you’ve come prepared,” I tell him, opening the door and climbing inside. I’ve already started the engine and have the clutch biting for release—just like Star was, my mind whispers—by the time he joins me.
Jesus, this better be worth my time, I think, shifting in my seat before setting off down the drive.
We head back toward the city centre just on the outskirts of Pavel Orlov’s territory.
“What’s the deal?”