“Y-Yes. Go there. Mmm.”
Smiling against her pussy, I tease her bundle of nerves until she’s squirming on the sofa. I listen to the sounds of her breathing and pay attention to the way her hips lift each time she gets close to orgasm. When I know she’s about to fall over the edge, I suck hard on her clit. She screams in pleasure as her whole body detonates. I press kisses to her perfect pussy as I tug on the string of her tampon.
“What are you doing?” she hisses, her chest heaving.
“This.” I gently pull until her body releases the bloody plug. With my eyes searing hers, I drop the thing onto the empty cheese plate and then yank at my belt. Her pussy is open and inviting.
A little blood doesn’t fucking scare me.
I’m a goddamn villain.
Blood turns us the hell on.
I unfasten my pants and pull out my aching cock. After I shove my pants down my thighs and rip at the buttons on my shirt, I prowl over to her, deciding that’s enough stripping. I want inside her before she changes her mind.
“See this pussy?” I ask, teasing her opening with the tip of my dick.
She nods, frowning.
“It’s mine,” I growl with a hard thrust of my hips.
My dick slides into her warmth and I groan. Her lips are parted, her eyes soft. I want to fucking devour her. She cries out when my lips crash to hers. I kiss her hard and urgently, making her feel my apologies for what I’ve done and my hope for how I want to be. She kisses me back, equally as passionate.
Talia meets my fire with gasoline.
She taunts and draws out the beast inside me.
And rather than being fearful of the man I can be, she lets me own her with my mouth and punish her cunt with my cock. Begs and moans for it. Fucking loves it.
The sounds coming from her body are juicier than normal and it makes me hard as stone. It takes everything in me not to come without at least attempting to make her come again. Luckily, my girl is needy and tipsy, and the moment my fingers touch her clit, she clenches around my dick as she yells my name. I thrust into her several more times until my balls draw up, desperate for release. With a groan, I spill my seed in her bloody cunt. What a fucking mess we are. A beautiful mess.
With a peck to her lips, I pull out slowly, loving the way her blood is smeared over my thickness. If I didn’t just come, I’d have the urge to wrap my hand around my dick and use her blood as lubricant, bringing myself to climax. Talia fucking undoes my mind.
“I can’t believe I let you do that,” she complains, but her voice is breathless and happy.
“Believe it. Because in about five minutes, I’m going to regroup and do it again in the shower.”
“It blew up last night.”
You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.
“Planes don’t just blow up,” I growl to Adrian. “Fucking Aris. What did airport security say?”
“They’re investigating and looking through video footage to see what happened.”
“We know what happened. Aris wanted to fuck around with me.”
He lets out a heavy sigh. “I’ll look into it. But good news is, I have a lead.”
“Oh?”
“Wesley said the vehicle Basil took had less than a quarter tank of gas.”
I lean back in my office chair. “And?”
“And all the service stations have been checked. He never arrived to refuel.”
“So it means Basil is close. Aris is close.”
“Any hideouts within fifty miles or so?” he asks. “I could start checking in on some.”
We pretty much own everything worth owning within that radius. My mind flits to a few motels that we don’t. One particular shithole is known for shady motherfuckers staying at. It would be stupid for Aris to go there, especially with a fifty-mil price tag for his head, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t try it.
“Let’s check it out,” I order.
After a quick kiss to Talia and Zoe who are napping, I grab my keys. I find Phoenix in a heated discussion with Fowler, but I don’t stick around to break it up. Phoenix has taken command over these men, so if Fowler with the wandering fucking eyes needs an attitude adjustment, who am I to step in and interfere.
Adrian and I climb into my Maserati before zipping through town toward the shitty motel. Fifteen minutes later, we creep up to the building. On the side, a vehicle is parked with a blue tarp covering it.
“Basil’s car,” Adrian growls, jumping from my car before I get it in park.
We didn’t have a plan coming here, just following yet another lead. Most leads are pointless. It’s surprising as fuck this one might lead us right to Aris.