“Come in.”
He felt her surprise at his command, her knuckles turning white as she stayed utterly still, keeping her head straight and looking at the monitor like something very important was on the screen and she was focused on it.
Two of his guys who’d been on a recon mission stepped into the office, not surprised at finding her on his lap. Over the weeks, everyone in the headquarters had seen her there at one point or the other, and it didn't raise any eyebrows anymore.
“Boss,” one of the guys gave him a nod. “There was a shipment of girls to the Syndicate twenty years ago. Came from Tenebrae to Xalin to Los Fortis. Fifteen girls. There hadn’t been any underworld activity in the city back then so the girls were disbursed from here. We tracked down twelve of them. Nine are dead. Three are under the Syndicate. Three are missing.”
The fact that Alpha stayed hard inside her while listening to the gruesome report would have disturbed most people. He didn’t give a shit, keeping her still and feeling every single way her walls quivered around his length as she watched him have a conversation, a slight tremor in her body the only indication she was barely holding on to composure.
“And Luna Caine?” he asked, only interested in the information he’d promised to his half-brother.
“One of the missing,” the other guy answered. “We’re tracking her but it’s taking some time.”
Alpha gave them a nod. He could have let them leave, but he was enjoying the torment of his little wife, enjoying the way she tried to appear completely innocent and focused on the monitor while clenching around his cock like his private little slut in the presence of the company.
Fuck, he was aroused.
So, he kept the guys talking. Asked them for every detail of the report. If they thought it odd, they didn’t comment on it. Nor did they glance at his wife, which he was glad for because they were skilled and he’d have hated to lose them. The possessiveness was both surprising and unsettling, but he’d chalked it up to her having his name. He had a reputation and while she was attached to his name, she was a part of it. It only made sense that he’d want everyone to remember that and treat her the same.
He kept them talking, and slowly put his hand under her skirt, pressing her clit.
Her body froze, her fingers gripping the edge of the table so hard he was afraid she’d break her pink-painted nails.
He rubbed her clit.
The men reported.
Her pussy squeezed him so hard he felt it shoot fire up the line of his spine, straight to his head.
He kept rubbing.
The men kept talking.
She kept trembling, her thighs quaking as she tried to keep her upper body still.
He pinched it between his fingers hard.
And with a wet flutter, she came all over his lap, her shoulders sagging like she just sighed, a loud breath leaving her.
He dismissed the guys, uncomfortably close to exploding but not wanting to inside her for the sake of his plan.
Giving her ass a smack, he pushed her up, took some tissues from the desk, and came into his hand.
After the pleasure ebbed, he cleaned himself up and tucked his dick back in.
The moment he was done, she collapsed, her entire body shaking. He let her catch her breath, playing the video again, focusing on the aftermath of the session onscreen.
He watched the entire video, saw himself leave, saw her straighten on the black-and-white screen, and clean herself up with the tissues on his desk. She threw the used tissues in the bin in the corner and the office stayed empty until the cleaning staff came in the morning to take out the trash. The killer could've taken the tissues from anywhere once they left his office. But the question was, how did the killer know to find the sample? Was it by luck or something more nefarious?
Alpha didn't know. Ignoring the way her soft, pliant body cuddled close to him, he watched the video again.