Page 20 of High Stakes

That’s how long it’s been since I burned to ash and rose from the cinders.

Anubis jumps to the floor and curls up in front of my door as I toss and turn beneath the sheets. My stomach dips as I remember the power I felt at taking their lives that night in the fire. At commanding Diego’s men— now my men— and watching them do my bidding without a second thought. I clench my thighs together as a wave of arousal washes over me.

Am I fucked in the head for being turned on by fear and death? Yes.

Do I blame it on my vast collection of monster smut? Also, yes.

I sigh and reach for the middle drawer in my bedside table. There’s no way I’m going back to sleep now. My fingers curlaround one of my silicone toys and I smile as I trace the suckers lining the shaft. I kick off the covers and shimmy out of my pajamas, making sure that I lay at a good angle, because I know he’s watching me.

He’s always watching me.

My eyes flick briefly to the dark corner of my ceiling just above my bathroom door. Right where the camera is hidden. A shiver snakes down my spine as I think about him watching me and fisting his cock to the sight of my orgasm. Of course I found the cameras shortly after he installed them, but I left them alone because I thought it was fun to mess with them.

Sometimes I would talk to myself and pretend someone was with me. Other times I would dance naked around the room after I got out of the shower. Anubis always hates my karaoke sessions.

I slide my fingers through my slick folds, and my hips jolt when I trace slow circles against my clit. I didn’t realize I was that worked up. My fingers continue to circle my aching clit as I bring the toy up to my lips and trace the tip with my tongue. I close my eyes and take it into my mouth, moaning slightly. My heartbeat elevates as I think about him leaning closer to his screen and watching me as a pleasure myself.

I pull the toy from my mouth, leaving a trail of saliva from my lips to the tip of the toy. I wonder how good of an image he gets through those cameras. I hope it’s at least high definition and not some grainy 90’s police surveillance shit, because I want him to see it all. I plant my feet on the bed and tilt my hips slightly as I lower the toy and press the tip against my wet center. My pussy throbs with anticipation as I circle my clit and my walls quiver with need.

I push the toy a few inches inside and let it stretch me, and then pull it back out with a moan. My fingers continue the slow circles on my clit and I can feel the tension building in my core.I’m not going to last long with this, but then again, I never usually do. The stretch is enough to send me over the edge after just a few minutes.

My hips buck against my hand as my fingers start working faster circles and I push the tentacle toy in again. It slides in effortlessly because I’m so fucking wet right now. I start up a decent rhythm with the toy, dragging it out slowly and then pushing it in as deep as it can go. My fingers quicken against my clit, rubbing tight circles on the swollen nub, and my legs begin to tremble.

I push up against my hand with shallow thrusts and moan as the toy hits that sensitive spot inside me. My walls squeeze against the silicone shaft and I let out another groan of pleasure. My phone screen lights up from its charging port on my bedside table and three quiet ‘dings’ let me know that I have three new messages. I contemplate ignoring them, but then my curiosity gets the better of me. I hold the toy in place, roll slightly to the side, and grab my phone.

Spread yourself wider for me. I want to see you.

God you’re so fucking beautiful.

That’s it. Come for me, Angel.

I smile and drop my phone back onto the table. I knew he was watching me. My eyes flick up to the camera and I drop my head back as I begin again. My clit pulses under my fingertips as I rub hard and fast with one hand and thrust the toy in and out with the other. My legs start to tremble again and I feel myself getting close. My pussy walls quiver and throb against the firm silicone inside me.

My mind wanders to my stalker and I imagine him watching me through that camera lens. I imagine him stroking himself ashe watches me come undone. My hips buck again and my back arches off the bed as my orgasm rips through me. My walls clamp down on the toy repeatedly and I rub slow circles against my aching clit, trying to prolong the sensations. My entire body sags back into the mattress and my walls clench and unclench, pulsing sporadically as my muscles begin to relax.

I can hear the blood rushing through my ears and feel my pulse pounding in my throat. Hot damn that was one of the strongest orgasms I’ve ever given myself. Knowing that I was being watched definitely did it for me. I file that information away to use at a later date. My breathing starts to slow and I stifle a yawn. My eyelids droop and I smile to myself.

Nothing like a quick round to work off some excess energy. My phone ‘dings’ again, but I’m too sleepy to be bothered by what my stalker has to say about my performance. My eyes close and I feel myself sink into the darkness of what I hope will be a dreamless sleep. If not, heaven help anyone who has to deal with me in the morning.

9

HAYDEN

“You’re reading into this too much,” I mutter and dig the heels of my palms into my eyes, trying to dislodge the sleep still clinging to my consciousness. My hands drop to the table and I wrap them around my mug of coffee, letting the hot porcelain burn into my skin.

Declan growls and continues pacing around the kitchen with a scowl on his face.

“Did you just fucking growl at me?” I ask, and arch a brow at him. He ignores me, of course, too wrapped up in his own mind.

“Am I, though?” he finally asks, and comes to a stop in front of the counter. He braces his hands on the edge and leans forward with his head cocked slightly to the side. His eyes are distant, like he’s lost in some memory.

My chest aches at how much he looks like his brother at this moment. An image of Silas standing in almost that exact spot and teasing me with a banana floats to the surface of my mind. I inhale sharply and look down at my coffee mug, studying the small chip on the rim. “I think it’s a coincidence,” I whisper without looking up.

Declan’s phone rings, breaking the tense silence between the two of us. He walks out of the room to take the call, but I can still hear his voice as it carries down the hallway. I can’t quite make out the words though. I lean back in my chair and take a long sip of my coffee, letting it burn my throat on the way down.

“Do you even have any taste buds left?”

I almost jump at the sound of her light voice, but I don’t, because I’m a trained assassin. How the fuck does she always sneak up on us? I level her with a bland look and take another sip of the steaming liquid without a flinch. “I don’t,” I respond with a smirk.

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