“Mamacita, be careful. You look like you want to test me, and I have no restraint. I’d let you have your way, even if it was to only fuck with Christos. I’m a man with no shame.” I caress my finger over her cheek, tracing her jaw.
She leans into me, tilting her head slightly, shifting her gaze to my mouth. We stand together in silence, and I count the seconds ticking by. I won’t make the first move. If she wants me or even just wants to fuck with Christos, she’s going to have to go first.
A knock on the door interrupts our battle of wills on who’ll break first, and Stacia slides away from me. I scrub my fingers through my hair, turn my back on her and the door, and pull out my phone.
“Did he tell you anything? Are we meeting the dealer?” Stacia asks from behind me. I catch sight of Talon in the wall mirror, standing in the now open doorway. “What’s going on?”
Talon meets my gaze in the mirror. “I need you to trace the product,” he says, not responding to Stacia. “Bradley was a dead end.”
“What do you mean?” Stacia asks.
He tosses me a small, clear baggie. “It means there’s more fucking work to do. Now, close your eyes, wild child. Don’t open them until I say so. I know how you get with the sight of blood.”
Stacia opens her mouth to argue but stops herself, paling as she glimpses at the bloody room behind Talon. Wobbling, she reaches for something to grab onto. “Shit.”
I surprise her by scooping her into my arms, cradling her like my soon-to-be bride. “He’s right, mamacita. You don’t want to see this mess. Fuchi, guácala. Disgusting.”
“Just get me out of here,” Stacia says, squeezing her eyes shut.
“Anything for you,” I say, peering at the body slumped on the floor. “Someone else will clean up this fucking mess, right Christos?”
Christos only scowls, remaining silent as I carry Stacia away.
14
Meeting
Unknown:Meetingtonight.Everyonemust attend.
Unknown: Wear appropriate attire.
I stomp toward my bedroom door only to nearly slam into Talon. He stands with his hand up, ready to knock. Stepping forward, Talon pushes me back into the room and closes the door. I swallow my nerves at his sudden closeness. He’s either not going to let me avoid him much longer or he’s going to tell me something I already know.
“I got the message about the meeting tonight,” I say, holding my phone up.
Talon doesn’t respond, closing the distance in brooding silence. I study his expression, his blue eyes roving to my lips. His hand slides around my waist, pulling me to him, pressing our hips together. Something warm and inviting erupts inside me, blowing away all my hesitation. Talon captures my mouth with his, kissing me like he’s famished for my affection. I moan, slipping my tongue between his parted lips, all my pent-up annoyance and anger pouring out of me with my passion.
I jump into his arms, clutching the back of his neck, not letting him break away, even though he doesn’t try. My heart pounds in erratic beats, my body buzzing with lust. I’m torn between wanting to pull away to slap him for all the bullshit and yanking his shirt off to kiss my way down his torso. I don’t get a chance to decide as my back hits my bed and Talon drags me to the edge.
“I’m tired of this bullshit. I want you so fucking bad. I can’t stand it. I know I piss you off, and that’s not going to fucking change, but damn it. I need you to know how much I care about you.” Talon kisses my shoulder, unfastening my jeans at the same time. I’m so caught up in my wild emotions and desire that all I do is lift my hips and let him yank them off me.
“You’re an asshole,” I say, gasping at the sensation of his mouth on my thigh. “Sweet talking me isn’t going to just make up for things.”
He slides his finger inside me, bending my knee to accommodate his broad shoulders. “I’m not making up for anything. I want you to fall apart for me. Let me remind you what you mean to me.” Flicking his tongue across my clit, he sucks gently. I grab his hair, holding onto him with my trembling body. He peeks up, his eyes studying me. Desire weighs his eyelids, and he kisses and licks and sucks my body, working me up until I feel like I’ll crumble before him.
He slides his other hand under my ass and carries me farther up the bed, dropping me onto the pillows. “You’re so fucking wet for me, aren’t you?”
“Mmmhmm, but this doesn’t change anything. I’m not yours.” I grip the blankets, arching my back as Talon sends me over the edge, my muscles spasming, my pussy clutching his fingers as he hums with satisfaction.
“Keep telling yourself that. You can try to make me jealous all you want, but that’s not going to work anymore. I decided that it doesn’t bother me. You get off on it. On this power. So I’ll comply. I will just remind you every second about what you have with me. If you fuck someone else, I’ll just fuck you twice as hard and longer. If you try to do it in front of me, don’t think I won’t join. You’ve buried yourself in my fucking soul, and there’s no escaping you. You’re my damn woman.” Talon slides his belt off and unhooks his pants, kicking out of them. He grabs my shirt and drags it over my head, leaning down to suck my nipple into his mouth, the pressure making me moan and squirm.
“Don’t think I’ll be okay with you sleeping with someone else. You might have gotten over your jealousy, but I won’t. I don’t care if it’s unfair, either.” I link my fingers to the hem of his shirt, pulling it off of him so he lies naked on top of me.
He kisses me deeply, nipping my lip and stretching it, pinning me with his weight, letting me feel the length of his hard cock as he slides his shaft back-and-forth over my slick wetness without sinking inside me. “I don’t want anyone else. I want you.”
I smile and push him over, climbing on top of him. I align our bodies, sliding his cock inside me as I press my palms to his chest, slowly bouncing, just teasing him. His eyes roll back for a moment as he moans, digging his fingers into my hips, pushing me harder on him, still trying to take back control even with me on top. I let him, stretching my back as I rub my nipples, bouncing up and down at the fast pace he enjoys. Talon lives life hard and fast, pushing boundaries and crossing lines. He’s seductive and powerful, everything that I need in this moment. And his power doesn’t make me feel weak either. He makes me feel stronger than ever.
Groaning, Talon plays with my clit, thrusting from beneath me. I ride him until I gasp for breath, my body exploding with another orgasm. He flips me onto my back and stretches my legs up, pressing my feet to the headboard as he rocks his body at an intense pace, hitting the headboard against the wall loud enough that I’m sure everyone in the mansion can hear. The idea excites me, and I scratch my fingers into Talon’s back and scream out, my pleasure ringing through the air.