The car was moving.
Lids fluttering as I woke, it took my gaze a few seconds to clear and focus. A sharp breath hitched in my lungs when I saw who was driving.
I tried to lift my head and instantly regretted it. Pretty sure my brain flipped over and rolled.
“What’s wrong…with…?” Dragging my tongue across my lower lip, I swallowed and squeezed my eyes closed for a minute. I had barely drunk anything. This wasn’t right.
“Audrey?”
“Here,” she grunted from the backseat.
It took some major willpower, but the moment I had control over my extremities, I tried to move so that I could see her. This was easier said than done when the car and the neighborhood were both coated in nothing but darkness.
“Don’t move too much.” A familiar voice came from the driver’s seat. He reached over and splayed a hand across my chest, pressing me backward gently.
It felt as if we’d been in the car for hours when it finally stopped. The passenger door was pulled open and cool summer air drifted over my person as I was lifted out.
“Audrey,” I repeated, panic stirring in my gut, unsure what the hell was happening.
“Shh,” the voice soothed, holding me a little tighter. “Gavin’s got her.” My cheek was pressed against their solid chest, and I noted how good they smelled. Like jasmine and spice.
I was carried into more darkness, the air going from cool to chilled. Up a flight of stairs and then into a room with creamy wallpaper I knew all too well, being laid down in a bed. Hands touched me, strong and sure against my body, clinical rather than sexual. They removed my clothing and tucked me beneath a fluffy duvet.
“I’ll be seeing you soon,” the husky voice murmured.
“I think I know who you are,” I rasped as fog began enveloping my brain again, forcing me back under.
“Not yet you don’t, but you will. That I can assure you.”
CHAPTER FOUR
JUDAS
Gorgeous face and incredible shape.
She had an exotic look about her: long, dark hair I could wrap twice around my fist and flawless olive skin to feel beneath my teeth. She was shaped exactly like the vintage pin-up girls on my nonno’s wall calendar.
A curvy goddess. Plenty of ass to bounce as she rode my dick. Thighs to grip when she sat on my face. Her eyes were brown, the color of cinnamon. Those beautiful orbs were exactly what drew me in.
Rhiannon Clermont was a goddamn siren. Too damn beautiful for my world of depravity and sin. Yet, at the same time, so fucking right for it.
All I wanted to do was consume her entirely, drag her into it and make sure she’d never find a way out.
It was wrong and unexpected, considering I’d hated her from the moment I found out she existed. I hated her with an intensity so strong I could envision her death by my hand. It was as clear as a movie reel, replaying repeatedly inside my head. But I wanted her even more. That was the fucked-up part. I wanted her beside me, beneath me, on her fucking knees in front of me. I didn’t care to sit down and analyze all the logistics of it. I knew what I was after, and I would get it.
Luckily for me, patience was a virtue, and I’d been blessed with an abundance of it. Me and my famiglia had waited this long. I wouldn’t rush anything unless absolutely necessary.
Not even to get my dick wet.
I could have easily parted Rhiannon’s legs and sunk inside her, but she needed to be all the way lucid when I fucked her. I had a very extensive type of foreplay.
I needed her to want it as badly as she needed to breathe. So, I left her in that bed alone instead of climbing in beside her.
After locking Audrey’s front door, Gavin and I headed back to the house, him driving my AMG that he’d followed me in. The ride was silent for the most part. Right up until the end.
“You bothered by having their shit laced?”
I thumbed my chin, pretending to think about it. “No. It was necessary for tonight. But I won’t do that again.”
He nodded once.
I wasn’t sure if that meant he agreed with me in general or he agreed it wouldn’t happen again. He’d never say either way. That wasn’t Gavin’s style. If he had a problem though, you could bet your ass you’d know it.
I meant what I’d said, though. Had Dax not interfered, the night would have gone very differently.
Audrey and Rhiannon wouldn’t have needed to be drugged. This mess was his fault. He couldn’t seem to let go of what was never truly his in the first place. The dumb fuck had only expediated what would be his unfortunate end.
When we got back to the house, the driveway was empty aside from Owen’s Porsche and Gavin’s Vette. Everyone else had been told to get the fuck out.