“Talk to me, huntress. Tell me everything. Trust me with your soul and body.” Trust me with your heart.
She shakes her head. “Trust me.”
My fingers move again over her clit until she can’t talk. Her breath is heavy, more gasping than breathing.
A single tear drips down her cheek as I bring her closer to the edge of an orgasm. So close, in fact, that I feel the first ripple before I once again stop.
“I can’t,” she whispers.
I grit my teeth to keep from slamming my mouth over hers and fucking her senseless.
“But I do know that we can’t kill Maxwell, not yet. The child—”
“Isn’t yours. Atlas is your child. If you want a DNA test to be sure, we can do that.”
“No, I know Atlas is my son. I saw the similarity of our eyes.”
“So, Corbin is obviously lying. He doesn’t have your child. I have your child. He’s safe with Beckett.”
“But he has someone’s child.”
I still, looking at her closely. There have been moments when I’m not even sure she cares about her own child. For her to care about a stranger’s child isn’t like her.
“You’re confusing as hell, huntress.”
My fingers dance over her clit again.
Her eyes close as she feels me. She licks her lips and arches her back in ecstasy. One more touch and she’ll be screaming my name.
She grabs my wrist, though, stopping me.
“Go back to your wife, killer. You chose her. I’m just a whore you fucked because there was no one else around in the face of death.”
I frown. She couldn’t be more wrong, but I understand that I caused this mess. I chose Phoenix, and Liesel thinks I still hate her. She doesn’t know I’ve spent my entire life wanting her, dreaming of fucking her.
And now that I’ve had her, I can’t imagine fucking any other woman but her.
11
Liesel
Sleep was impossible.
Even though I had my own bedroom and a large queen-sized bed to myself, sleep never came. And neither did I.
After Langston suddenly left, I touched myself. I rubbed furiously while I tried to finish the job Langston started. No amount could bring me to orgasm, though. It’s like my body no longer knows how to work without Langston.
I get out of bed as soon as the sun starts rising. My clothes are ripped from Langston, so I walk to the small closet in the room and put on a hotel robe.
My fingers and body wreak of sex. My hair is a mangled mess, but the only way to get to the bathroom to try and tame my hair is to make my way through the common areas. Hopefully, Phoenix and Langston haven’t woken up yet. I don’t want Phoenix to think I fucked Langston last night. And I don’t want Langston to realize I still haven’t come.
I open my door carefully, and my eyes peek around the dark room. I don’t see anyone.
I creep out, tiptoeing across the room as to not wake anyone.
I make it halfway across the living room before the other bedroom door opens, and Phoenix and Langston stand in the doorway. Phoenix is wearing a robe just like mine. Her hair is bushy on her head, h
er cheeks warm and pink. Langston stands in nothing but his boxers behind her.