Page 15 of Broken Empire
My clit was hard and throbbing now, and the faint buzzing feeling in my core had morphed into an intense pressure. I bit my bottom lip and pictured Killian between my legs, rubbing his cock over me and muttering all sorts of sinful things to me.
Fuck me,I imagined myself begging of him.Fuck me hard.
I slipped three fingers back inside my pussy, letting out a moan as I imagined it was Killian’s cock entering me. The hand on my clit moved faster and faster, like a motor, and my whole body began to spasm, gushing even more juices over the bed beneath me. It felt so fucking good, electric shocks running from my core to my fingers and toes, making my pussy clamp down in ecstasy.
I let out a gasp as my climax finally hit me, making the pressure in my core explode out of me in hot, pulsing waves. “Yes,” I whimpered. “Yes…”
As the tremors in my limbs subsided, I opened my eyes to find the man in black staring at me intently, eyes flashing like he wanted to devour me. His lips twisted beneath the balaclava, and I knew he was smirking again.
“I can tell you one thing already, doll,” he said in a low voice, leaning closer. “They’re going to love you.”
6
Killian
Shay was right last week.
Sometimes blackmail was the only viable way to extract information from people.
Unfortunately, I couldn’t attempt to blackmail anyone in my family for information about the Schöneberg Group, because I didn’t have any negative information on them. Nothing that was so bad it could be used for blackmail purposes, anyway.
Despite that, Shay’s words kept floating into my mind. I finally realized why after spending a sleepless night tossing and turning in bed while holding her lavender-scented pillow and endlessly wondering what I could do to find her and save her.
I knew someone else who was a member of the Schöneberg Group. Someone whocouldbe blackmailed.
“Hello, Killian.”
I glanced up from the café table and rose to my feet. “Hi, Mr. Hildebrand,” I said with a polite smile. “Thanks for coming on such short notice.”
“Oh, please. Call me Leon. There’s no need to be formal,” he replied, grinning as he held out a hand. “I’ve known your grandpa for about fifty years and he’ll always be Ray to me.”
I shook his hand firmly before offering him a seat. “It’s my treat,” I said, nodding toward the menu.
“Thank you.” Leon scanned the menu for a moment and then clicked his fingers to summon a waitress. “I’ll have a flat white and a ham and cheese croissant, please. Killian, have you ever had a flat white? It’s an Australian thing.”
I gave him a tight smile. “Yes, I have. I’ll take one too.”
As the waitress walked away with our order, Leon glanced at her ass. Then he turned his attention back to me. “So, your grandfather said you wanted to meet with me because you’re thinking about going into the real estate business after you graduate,” he said, eyes twinkling. “I’m more than happy to let you pick my brain, as long as you keep the flat whites coming.”
I leaned forward. “I actually have no interest in real estate. I just told my grandfather that so he’d call you and set this meeting up for me.”
Leon’s smile wavered. “Oh. Why did you want to see me, then?”
“There’s something else I need to pick your brains about.”
He dipped his chin in a thoughtful nod. “I see. Well, fire away.”
“I want to know about the Schöneberg Group,” I said, focusing my gaze on his eyes so I could observe every micro-expression within them. “I know you’re a member.”
“Ah,” he said, lowering his eyes and shifting in his seat. “The Schöneberg Group.”
I inclined my head. “Yes.”
He cleared his throat and straightened his shoulders. “I heard you were tapped for membership recently,” he said. “Let me guess—you can’t wait until the initiation and want to know everything now, but your family members are refusing to tell you.”
“Something like that.”
“When is your initiation?”
