Page 50 of Cat and Mouse

I pause for a second, looking up at her. I nod, smirking as I see the shock in her eyes.

"Fuck..." she groans, throwing her head back.

I pinch her clit between my fingers, watching her entire body shiver. "Enough questions, Lizzie," I growl. "You come for me, and I'll give you a reward. How's that?"

Her eyes snap to mine, desperation written all over her face. "Okay..."

"Eyes on me, then."

She tries her best, really does, but the second I wrap my lips around her again, her head rolls back, and she's moaning loud, too loud. My name, curses, everything spilling out of her mouth as she falls apart for me.

Her breathing's ragged, and she looks completely wrecked by the time I stand, grabbing her waist and spinning her around. I'm so hard it hurts, and I can't wait another second. I drag my cock against her soaked cunt, coating myself in her wetness before I slide in, all the way in.

"Jesus," she cries out, her voice hoarse, hands gripping the table in front of her.

I slap her ass twice, the sound echoing in the room. "That's for coming here when I told you not to," I growl, my voice harsh as I start fucking her, hard, fast, like I need to prove a point.

She's gasping, clawing at the table, and I can tell she's close again. I rub her clit, watching her squeeze me tighter with every thrust.

"You... you didn't use a condom," she manages between breaths, her voice frantic.

I laugh, leaning over her, my breath hot against her ear. "I have all your records, including dental," I mutter darkly before thrusting harder. "I know everything, Elizabeth."

She moans, so fucking loud it sends a shockwave straight through me. "Fuck me," she cries out, her voice ragged.

"Quiet," I growl, yanking her head back by her hair so I can kiss her, claiming her mouth the way I claim her body. She melts into me, giving in, just like I knew she would.

"You're a psychopath," she whimpers, her body trembling beneath me.

"And you're about to come on my cock anyway," I say, pushing her closer and closer until I feel her start to unravel.

She throws her head back, her body tightening, convulsing around me as she comes hard, dragging me right over the edge with her. I groan loud, thrusting deep one last time as I empty inside her, every part of me lost in the moment.

It's long. It's hard. And it's dangerous. But fuck, nothing has ever felt this good.

I stay inside her for a few seconds longer, both of us trying to catch our breath. Then I pull out, turning her to face me, and kiss her hard, one more time. She's shaking, her eyes glazed over, lips swollen from my kisses.

I grab her chin, tilting her face up to mine, staring into those wide, confused eyes. "I know you have a recorder," I say, my voice low and dark. "And I know you can't share any of this."

She doesn't say anything, just stares at me, breathing hard, lips parted like she's still trying to figure out how to respond.

I lean down, brushing my lips over her cheek, then whisper in her ear, "You want to know about Miguel?" I step back and give her a location, one I know she'll follow up on.

"Leonardo," she says, her voice soft, hesitant.

My eyes are locked on hers. "Yes, baby?"

"I'm not your baby," she says, her voice hard, more sure of herself. "And that... that can never happen again."

I smirk, stepping closer to her again. "We'll see," I murmur before kissing her one last time, slow and soft but full of promise.

Then I walk away, leaving her standing there, wrecked and conflicted, knowing damn well this is far from over.

After I leave the room, there's a waiter hovering around, looking uncomfortable, like he knows what I'm going to ask him to do is shady. Probably used to seeing guys like me hand out notes with dirty secrets. Doesn't matter. I wave him over, pull the folded paper from my jacket, and hand it to him.

"Make sure she gets it," I say. "Blonde hair, black dress. She'll be leaving the observatory any minute. You won't miss her."

He nods, glancing around nervously, like he's trying to avoid eye contact with me. Smart guy. People who stare too long usually end up in the ground. He disappears into the crowd, and I look over to where Marco's sitting, his smug face glowing under the dim lights. He catches my eye, lifts his glass, and nods like we're old pals.

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