Page 19 of Bishop

I cluck my tongue. “My turn, belladonna. What’s with you and the old guy? Have you got a taste for rigor mortis or were you planning on blackmailing him with the affair?”

She crosses her arms over her chest, the plump of her breasts taunting my periphery. “I was strengthening a business relationship,” she states, matter-of-fact. “What are my brothers doing with my uncle?”

“Langston went to get permission to kill your father,” I reply, equally bland.

Her face falls, every single part of her mask of seduction shattering to the floor. “You can’t be serious.”

I hold her stare. Unblinking.

“Have they already spoken? What happened? Where are they now?” Her arms fall to her sides with her sharpening breaths.

“If we’re being fair, I believe it’s my turn to ask a question.”

“Don’t fuck with me, Bishop.” She pivots to the alcove, grabs her clutch and fumbles inside, then turns back wielding that fucking stun gun. “Where are they?”

“I don’t know.”

She stalks forward, fire and fury in her eyes as she stops before me.

Self-preservation doesn’t kick in. Only lust.

She’s such a pretty slip of a thing, bolstered by a weapon I could easily disarm from her, my jacket gaping over her chest, her exquisite legs stretching for miles.

“Tell me.” She shoves the weapon under my chin.

I grin, letting her know my level of fear.

Her nostrils flare.

It’s cute. A little too cute because I’m all caught up watching the anger travel across her face when she swings her arm and clocks me in the jaw with her weapon.

“Fuck.” I reel back.

The viper shoves me into the mattress and mounts my waist. “You think I won’t use this?” She towers over me, jamming the stun gun harder under my chin. “Don’t kid yourself.”

“What I think is that you’ve wrongfully predicted my reaction to violence.” I smirk. “If this is the reward I get for keeping information from you, I’m not sure you’re going to be successful with your interrogation.”

“I’d quit making jokes if I were you. I’m not an enemy you want to have.”

“And I suggest you quit riding my lap before you wake my friend.” I glance down between us, aiming my attention toward my dick, but all I see are those luscious tits. “It’s not a big secret that I have a preference for whores.”

She sucks in an aghast breath.

I snatch her wrists before she can zap me, the ticking electrical current penetrating the air as I buck my hips to the side and send her toppling to the bed beside me.

I follow, my body weight about to crash on top of hers when she bucks her hips and shoots her legs toward my head. She performs some crazy-ass jujitsu move that has her thighs wrapping around my neck. Tight.

“Your actions are still having the opposite effect, darlin’.” I palm the bed to keep upright and grab at her leg with my other hand. “This kinda seems like an invitation with how close my face is to your—”

She wrenches those thighs tighter, her lips set in a catty grin.

Shit. Blood pools in my face as breathing becomes harder. I wrench at her legs, digging my fingers into her flesh.

“Okay, belladonna,” I choke out. “You’ve proven your point.”

She doesn’t budge. If anything she squeezes harder, shortening my hold on consciousness.

Goddamnit. She’s cutting off my blood circulation.

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