Ring.
“You don’t want your father to hear you,” I say and don’t bother to whisper. The sound of her breathing hitching begs me to look into her eyes. They’re pleading with me, and I swear I’ll try to give her something from this call.
Something that will help her.
I’ll show her what kind of a man her father is.
Ring.
The third ring is only partial, followed by a low click and a pause before I hear the voice of my enemy. “Cross,” he answers the phone.
Anger erupts up my throat at the sound of his voice. I can only concentrate on Aria’s tempting body sprawled on my desk to calm me. Oh, and she does. Letting my fingers delight in her soft touch, I drag them up her wet lips and slowly push against the plug in her ass.
The suppressed moan tugs a sick smile onto my face as I answer, “Talvery.”
Continuing to fuck her ass with the plug and reveling in the faint sounds of the metal clinking as Aria tries her damnedest to both hold still and quiet the sounds of pleasure gathering inside of her and threatening to go off at any moment, I speak clearly, “I thought you may want to have a conversation?”
There’s silence on the other end as Aria’s lips form a perfect O and her lower back and thighs tremble. She’s so fucking close. Slipping a finger inside of her cunt, I use enough pressure to get her off.
“Maybe about my arrangements with your daughter?”
Her leg raises and slams down on the desk, twice. Two loud slams that jostle the phone as her face scrunches and she bites into her lip.
That’s once.
“You son of a bitch,” Talvery sneers at me, oblivious to what I’ve just done to his daughter.
Aria’s eyes pop open, although her face is still flushed and she’s struggling to breathe quietly.
“Don’t you know you should have more respect for women than that?” I tell Talvery and drag my fingers back down to Aria’s clit. The shiver that runs through her makes it all the more thrilling.
“How did you get her?” Talvery’s question makes me pause, taking my fingers away from her to consider his question. His first question. Not whether or not she’s well or safe, but how did I get her.
Two options exist. He knows of the informant and wants it verified, or he truly has no idea.
“She was a gift,” I explain to him evenly, my eyes narrowing on the phone and waiting for his response to give me more insight.
The sound of Aria’s sharp inhale reminds me of my songbird, and that she’s listening. Leaning forward, I plant a kiss on her thigh, one meant to soothe whatever pained thoughts are running through her head.
“From Romano?” he asks me, breathing heavier into the phone. “Is that what you expect me to believe?” he sneers, and Aria raises her head on the desk, ready to object and speak up, but I silence her, gripping her chin and shaking my head once. I know my expression is hard as fucking stone, which is what makes her flinch, but she cannot be allowed to speak to him.
I won’t let her be any more involved in this war than she already is.
“You can believe what you want. You asked a question. I answered.”
She’s tense on the desk and she’s facing away from me, trying to look at the phone, as if there’s anything there to see.
She scissors her legs, to turn her body so she can see the phone, and again my lips tug into a smile when she moans softly.
He can’t hear her as he tells me, “I’ve been informed.”
I don’t give him much thought. I know what he’s been told, and he can go fuck himself with that misinformation, while I fuck his daughter.
I move back to her ass, teasing her and fucking her with the plug. Her nails scratch against the table as she tries to fight the desire to moan out loud.
I hit mute for just a moment, ready to hear that sweet sound I love. Her father continues although he can’t hear us in return.
“What’d you do to her?”
I whisper to Aria, grabbing her ass with my other hand and forcing that beautiful sound to spill from her lips. The mix of intense pleasure and sting of pain too much for her to control. “Look at me while I fuck your ass, Aria.” Her eyes widen with fear and I smirk as I explain, “He can’t hear you, but I’m unmuting now, so be quiet, songbird.”
Those beautiful lips part with both a sigh of relief and then a quiet whimper of pleasure as I go back to teasing her pretty little cunt. Her eyes nearly close, but she whips them open, obeying my last command to look at me.