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Wren’s face remains impassive, no emotion showing there but her eyes give her away. Shock. A little fear but she inhales a deep breath, closes her eyes and when she reopens them, she looks at the dead man like he is nothing but a doll.
Good girl.
She leans into my hand as I put the gun away and then I’m hauling her to me, slamming my mouth onto hers. She kisses me back, hard, rough, teeth scraping and biting. The copper tang of blood hits my tongue from where she split my lip with her bite and then she licks it clean, soothing the sting.
Holy fucking shit.
“Let’s go,” I tell her, needing her away from this place and alone with me.
I leave the guys to clean up and walk back to the destroyed house, a draft blowing in through the smashed wall. King is still in the kitchen, his legs up on the table as he takes a puff of his cigarette, a bottle of whiskey dangling from the fingers of his other hand, “Shame about the wall.” He comments. I narrow my eyes on him, noting the thin trickle of blood now dried on the side of his brow.
He’s going to drive me insane before I’ve got the information from Ainsley. I pack a small suitcase for Wren and me whilst she sits on the bed, watching me move through the room, collecting things. I don’t take much, just the essentials for the time being, anything else can be purchased. With a bag and my little bird, I head to the garage, guiding Wren to the passenger side of the Maserati.
She runs a finger down the side and smirks at me, “nice ride.”
I grin and open the door, watching her climb in, green eyes stalking me.
Justice is so close I can taste it on my tongue. Ryker will give the cell to one of our tech guys who’ll trace Valentine and then once I have his location, we’ll strike.
There’s no games this time, as soon as I have him in my sights, he’s dead.
It feels like years since I’ve been at the penthouse though everything is exactly how I left it. Plush grey carpets, white walls save for the left side of the apartment which is just glass looking down onto the city below. We are far enough up that we don’t get the noise of the streets below, no traffic or loud sirens, just a gentle whistle of the wind as it blows passed the glass. I place the bags in the corridor and hit the house service button, they’ll prepare the bedroom and put away our belongings before disappearing again. Everyone in this building is here because I deemed it so, the staff, the residents.
Wren is looking at everything and nothing at all, eyes sweeping over the plush interior, the couches and bars. It’s modern and sleek, lavish with the marble units and large leather sectional positioned in front of an open fire.
I head to the bar and pull out a bottle of whiskey and two tumblers, running them beneath some water to rid them of any dust before I throw in some ice and pour the amber liquid over the top, the frozen cubes cracking as the fluid hits them.
Wren stops at the windows, leaning over to press a button that allows the panes to slide open to a balcony. She steps out onto the slate tiles and places her hands on the rails, peering down at my kingdom.Ourkingdom.
“The city seems so different up here,” she murmurs, voice almost swallowed by the wind, but I hear her.
I place the drinks on the table to the right and step up behind her, pressing her into the rails.
“Different how?”
“Like it isn’t full of men with too much power and not riddled with corruption.”
I grin against her neck, stifling the need to sink my teeth into her throat as she angles her head to the side to allow me better access.
My cock presses into her ass and my hands grip the railing beside hers. “Do you like it?” I ask.
“Mm,” she breathes, pressing back harder.
Shit.
I spin her so she’s facing me, wild hair being teased by the wind and make quick work at ridding her of her clothes. Goosebumps chase across her skin, nipples puckering in the cold.
“You look so beautiful with the kingdom at your feet,” I rasp, sliding a finger over the mound of her breast. If the cold bothers her she doesn’t show it, instead she arches her spine, pushing her chest out for my palm to squeeze. “So fucking beautiful.”
I continue my way down her body, slipping between her legs to rub the pad of my finger over her clit, finding her wet and ready for me. Always so ready for me.
“All for me,” I muse.
“Lex,” she moans.
I step forward and lift her, backing up until her ass is on the railing and the thirty floor drop right at her back.