Page 18 of Falcon's Prey

“I relax, you end up dead.”

I rolled my eyes at him and got up from my seat. He was starting to be as paranoid as my father.

“Tell you what. You take a hit, and I’ll go to bed like a good little girl. Just relax,” I said.

Ren gave me a questioning look, but ultimately he nodded. He extended his hand so I could pass the joint, but instead, I took it, which surprised him. I moved to him and watched the way his body stilled as I straddled him. I wasn’t stupid, and I knew that if he wanted, he could have stopped me at any given moment. There was a part of him that wanted me.

They always did.

“What are you doing?” He looked straight at me, and not at my body, or the way that I had yet to sink into his lap.

“My Kush, my rules,” I whispered as I sank into his lap.

He. Was. Hard.

And I fed off that kind of knowledge. My pussy was on his dick, and I leaned back to take a hit, then rolled my hips, making my eyes flutter, but glad I didn’t moan. Ren’s chest rose and fell. His blue eyes looked like the ocean—beautiful, but deadly. I lowered my mouth to him, and Ren opened his. We didn’t kiss, but our lips touched, and I felt that graze of our mouths straight to my core. I pressed my face closer to his, and I shotgunned the smoke into his mouth. Ren inhaled it, then threw his head back and let it out.

I was mesmerized by his beauty. It wasn’t prim and proper; it was rugged, lethal, and dirty. Once again, I was attracted to his throat and the way his tendons flexed. He lowered his head and wordlessly took the joint from me. He brought it to his lips, inhaling, then throwing the joint away. His hands came to my waist, his fingers digging into my hips. He got up, and before I could wrap my legs around his waist, he laid me on the chaise. He took my hands and lifted them above my head, then thrust his hips into my pussy, and when I moaned, he put his mouth on me and blew the smoke.

I started to cough, feeling like I was choking.

With his hard dick still pressed against my now obviously wet pussy, he whispered in my ear. “Are you always this easy, princess?”

I glared at him, my throat still burning from the smoke.

“Your little pussy is drenched, and I barely touched you.” He smirked at me. “I’m not going to fuck you.”

He then walked into the house, not looking back at me. My cheeks flamed, and I was glad for the night because at least it felt like I could hide my shame in the darkness.

I was annoyed, pissed, but mainly horny when I made it to my room. The first thing I did was check my phone, and I wished I hadn’t.

In two days, you’re mine.

Wasn’t I always?

I felt that sick feeling in the pit of my stomach, the one you get before a big test—well, no, that was a lie; I never gave a shit about mundane things like that—as I pressed call on the number.

“This is a lovely surprise,” he mused. “You never call anymore.”

“What’s so important about this dinner?” I questioned.

“Can’t we just see you, baby girl?” Silas questioned.

“Don’t call me that,” I bit out.

“I’m well aware you aren’t a little girl,” he chuckled.

I didn’t answer him; instead, I threw my phone across the room and lay awake until the early hours of the morning.

* * *

When dawn broke,I couldn’t take it anymore. I got up and headed to my closet. Ever since I was little, I knew we had money, but as I got older, I realized people didn’t build empires without bloodshed on the way. Remington’s diamonds weren’t clean, not when blood was spilled continuously for our products.

This building had gone through renovations before I moved in. You see, as absent as my father was, he knew he has enemies, and he put in a fail-safe. I didn’t bother with my phone and walked to my walk-in closet. I pushed my coats to the side and found the small door and opened it. Once I was inside the short tunnel, the sensory lights turned on, which made finding the door handle easier. I pushed the door to the side, and it opened to an undisclosed hallway.

The other side of my penthouse belonged to Ashton Hill, the heir to the hotel, and he was the only other person with access to this hallway. I sat there on the top stair just grateful that I was away from cameras. If I could, I’d make it to the bottom of the stairs where it would take me to the primary hotel elevators, but I didn’t want to go out. Instead I sat there thinking about my fucked-up life.

It was my seventeenth birthday, and my father was nowhere near our home. I didn’t know why I was surprised about it. There was always a deal, a new merger, the mines, a new line, everything, and everyone came before me. Our immediate family had shrunk once again. Grandma had passed away, and Grandpa was slowly losing his mind to Alzheimer’s. Why they adopted when they were old as shit was beyond me, but I was grateful.

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