“We can go to the office,” Judas suggested, amusement heavy in his tone.
“This is fine.” I flipped the light switch and went inside. Once he joined me, I shut the door with a tad more force than necessary.
He situated himself against the wall and crossed his arms. “You seem a little upset, principessa.”
“Don’t start with me, Judas. Who the hell is that?”
“She’s you.”
That had me slightly taken aback. “You’ve been pretending she’s me? What kind of sick--.”
“Men who fuck women because they remind them of someone else should seek psychological assistance. I’m not delusional nor desperate enough to do that. You don’t get knockoffs when you can have authentic.”
This calmed me down a little. “Then why is she here?”
“She’s a fucking decoy—one that barely compares to you but is the best we could find. I needed to see if you saw yourself in her before I put her on Evie’s radar. She needs to believe it too.”
That explained the tattoo then. I closed my eyes and rubbed a hand over my brow. “Why couldn’t you just tell me all of this to begin with?”
“I tried to give you a heads up. If you would stop thinking the worst of me, we wouldn’t be hiding in our laundry room like amateur crooks.”
“I was trying to have a private conversation.”
“We can do that anywhere. If I tell them they don’t hear shit, they don’t hear the drop of a pe.”
I crossed my arms and mimicked his stance, leaning against the opposite wall. “Oh, so Rochelle knows she’s basically shark bait?”
“Yes,” he answered cockily.
“And what is she getting out of this?”
“Some of the purest cocaine ever cut and a round trip ticket to Cancun.”
“That’s it?” I asked disbelievingly. “She’s risking her life for drugs and a beach trip?”
“What can I say? I make a good bargain.”
“How did you meet her?”
“Where does someone usually meet a coke head? She was trying to hitchhike from Sacred Hearts.”
Sacred Hearts? “Is that a hospital?”
“It’s a rehabilitation center.”
“You’re an asshole,” I retorted with a laugh.
“I’m starting to find that offensive.”
“So, you’re a drug dealer?” I asked, genuinely curious.
“No. Connoisseur of business. My ventures vary but are always lucrative and the family is often commissioned.”
That sounded like something from a commercial. I could totally see Judas as a salesman. I hadn’t known what the exact terminology was for his line of ‘work’. Crime boss and kingpin weren’t exactly something you could put on official paperwork.
“So, your family is like the Godfathers of crime?”
“I’ll run that by them for a slogan.”
“And you say I’m a smartass?” I pushed off the wall and reached for the door handle.
His hand wrapped around my wrist to stop me from opening it. “I think you owe me an apology.”
“I owe you an apology?”
“You agreed to give me a chance and then at the first opportunity you accuse me of cheating on you. I thought I made it clear I’d never disrespect you that way.”
I scoffed and shook his hand off, just to have him slam it against the upper portion of the door so that I still couldn’t open it.
“Will you move?” I laughed “I did not accuse you of cheating on me. That word never left my mouth.”
“Do you want me to take you upstairs and playback the cameras? You definitely thought I stuck my dick in a coke head, Rhiannon.”
“Oh, my god,” I exasperated, still laughing. When he still didn’t move, I cleared my throat and stepped away from the door. Forcing myself to be completely serious, I took hold of his hands and placed them on my hips. “I’m sorry.”
“I don’t feel like that’s sincere.”
“Judas, if you want me to suck you off, just say so.”
“Alright.” He grinned wickedly and straightened to his full height. One of his hands snaked up and grabbed my bun, tugging my head back. “I want you to get down on your knees and wrap those pretty lips around my dick.” He kissed me roughly before using his hold on my hair to shove me to the marble floor between his legs.
I reached for his belt and had it undone within seconds, keeping eye contact the whole time. I looked away to focus on my task, running a hand over his bulge as I went for the waistband of his drawers.
His cock sprang free, the veins more prominent from how hard he was. I smiled to myself with the knowledge I hadn’t even done anything to him yet.
I leaned down and gave a slow, long lick with the flat part of my tongue from the base of his cock to the head.
I repeated the action, feeling his grip on my hair tighten as I stroked all over his length with my tongue. I didn’t swallow, allowing my saliva to get him nice and wet.
I wrapped my hand around him and began to slowly pump up and down, using a gentle twisting motion while, using the tip of my tongue to toy with his balls, moaning as I lightly sucked them into my mouth. He cursed under his breath, coiling his fingers tighter.