Page 96 of Hate Me

“In essence.”

“Jesus. And she doesn’t know that you’re aware of that?”

“No. You see the complications involved?”

“I do. Especially when I’m betting you’re closely monitoring both of them to see if she keeps to your deal. For example, her telling you when he comes to her again with a lead on Jett once he comes up for air again.”

“Unfortunately, as distasteful as it is, it’s a necessary precaution. To protect all of us. But, honestly, especially her. She’s agreed to stand down and wait on my word. But that deal was made while Jett was underground and back in hiding after her heavy-handed pursuit and actions, such as decimating the army he was trying to build in order to protect himself. If she gets a lead on his whereabouts before it’s time to take action against him, it will most definitely test her. This is an obsession to her and that sort of thing can transcend all else when you’re immersed in that headspace.”

“It hasn’t for you and that fucker, Elijah, murdered your parents.”

“It’s not as simple for me. I have so many other factors to consider. But, make no mistake, if things go south with this long-term operation against Bane, King and the Mancini Syndicate will take a hit. A formidable one.”

“It won’t come to that,” I said, stepping between his thighs. “You’ve gone about this the right way. Soon it will all come to fruition.” I reached out and fingered his hair. “And we’ll keep this Damien intel thing between you and me, so you don’t need to worry about that.”

“Yes? You’re actually in agreement with that?”

I nodded. “I get that it needs to be this way for the moment.” I trailed my fingers down his chest, brushing over his pecs and it had his tensed shoulders relaxing at my touch. “Besides, you’re already bearing and juggling so much, I don’t want anything else added to that burden for you.”

He smiled up at me. “I appreciate it, lovely.”

I leaned down and brushed my lips over his. “How about we take full advantage of this rare day of leisure for you?”

He slicked his tongue over my bottom lip, sending sparks of sensation through me as he breathed against my mouth in a teasing tone, “And what might that entail?”

I fisted his hair with both hands and crushed my lips to his.

He rose to it, and the kiss grew deeper, hungrier.

I used my hold in his hair to jerk his head and angle him, eliciting a groan from him that sent a thrill through me, knowing he was getting off on my slight show of domination.

That boded well for what I had planned for him.

I wasn’t sure how he was going to react to it, because it had been a while for us and it was very rare also for him to relinquish his position as top. But since I’d been playing that role a whole lot more over the last two years, the urge was right there for me. And I had a feeling that it was the opposite for him. With the burdens he carried and this leisure time he’d even taken to implementing, it all pointed toward him needing to let go once in a while.

My tongue curled around his, then I sucked it into my mouth, savoring his taste.

Our need exploded between us, becoming frantic, our tongues dueling almost viciously. I was roughly pulling at his hair, his hands were sliding under my white tee and feeling up my abs, then snaking around and grabbing handfuls of my ass.

I broke the kiss, the both of us panting, then I ripped off my tee and tossed it across the room.

His eyes were all over me, fucking blazing, as I shucked off my sweatpants.

“No underwear. You certainly came prepared.”

“More than you realize,” I said, grabbing a packet of lube from my pocket before I kicked the pants aside.

Stroking my hard cock with my free hand, I closed the distance between us, then shoved him down onto the bed with a hand to his chest so his back was on the sheets, his legs still hanging off the edge.

He laid there, staring up at me, his eyes never leaving mine as I untied his towel, then ripped it off him, baring his very hard cock, his piercings glinting in the light of the room.

I grasped his thighs and spread them wide, then dove down, licking along the insides with teasing flicks of my tongue. He shuddered in my hold, a long moan escaping him that rolled right through me and served to spur me on.

And then I was going feral all over his balls, licking, sucking, and biting. I slicked all the way up his shaft, up and down, over and over, reveling in the taste of him. I had him squirming for me on the bed, his thighs shaking in my hold. I tightened my grip so he couldn’t escape, then I scraped my teeth over his crown, raking over the piercings.

“Fuck!” he cried.

I nibbled at them in turn, then sucked him deep down my throat, before releasing him with a pop.

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