Page 75 of Falcon's Prey

“That’s none of your business,” she said.

I walked to the bed and sat on the edge, observing her. Ember had scratches on her arms, ranging from barely there to deep with a little blood oozing.

“Remember, princess, your life is in my hands.”

Ember leaned back on the bed, crossing her arms and softly caressing her skin. “You think that’s new to me? My life has always been in someone else’s hands. You’re just another one in the long list of men who think they own me.”

She had no idea that unlike the rest, I did own her. I didn’t reply right away; instead, I moved until her soft body was beneath me. She looked ridiculous in Pamela’s clothes—messy and unkempt. The thing about Ember was that it was more than her beauty that drew you in. It was the fire that coursed through her skin, her stubbornness, her unwillingness to yield. So, yeah, I got off making her bend tomywill.

I grabbed her wrist and put her arms above her head. Her chest rose and fell, but she made no move to try to get out of my grip.

“We both know I own you in a way no one ever has,” I whispered as I stared into her eyes.

Ember raised her head, and her lips touched mine.

“Are you going to be the one to kill me, Falcon?” She said the words against my still lips, wielding my code name like a weapon.

There was something about her that called to me. It reached into the depths of my black soul, and it fed from it. I closed the distance, and I kissed her. Contained chaos—that was what she was. Her lips molded to mine as her hands tried to move from my hold.

“Focus your mind on something else,” I told her, knowing she was fighting the urge to keep scratching.

“It’s not that easy,” she said, trying to excuse her weakness.

“Shut up,” I said before I kneeled so I could flip her on her stomach.

I bunched her hair and wrapped it around my hand, keeping her arms pinned to the bed with my other hand. I pulled it lightly, just enough to get her attention.

“You need to focus on other things so that thirst you feel fades. It’s mind over matter.”

I didn’t need to tell her I knew all about the addictions that called to your soul. How you heard them like sirens in the wind. You needed to keep your mind occupied, or else it would drive you mad.

Drugs called to her like killing cried for me.

“Just small doses. You can do that for me,” she begged, frustrated.

“No,” I taunted in her ear.

She let out a soft growl. I bent down to put her earlobe in my mouth, playing with the delicate skin with my teeth. Ember moved her neck to the side, allowing me more access to her neck.

“I never got to see my pretty choker,” I murmured against her neck. I licked the skin before I sucked it. “Scratch your skin and you’ll regret it.”

I let go of her hands so I could bring them to her waist. I kissed the two small dimples in the back, something I never really noticed about a woman, but found sexy as fuck right now. I trailed kisses up the curve of her spine, bringing the shirt up as I went. Ember kept squirming beneath me with every stroke of my lips.

“Take your clothes off,” I told her as I did the same.

Ember didn’t turn around as she undressed. She took off her blouse first, and the pants followed.

“Lie back down, hands on your head,” I told her. My cock jumped for attention when she did as I asked. Seductively she kneeled, lifting her ass as her torso flattened. She looked gorgeous: beaten, but not broken.

My hands went to the curve of her ass, skimming her skin with a featherlight touch, up the sides to her curves past her abdomen while I positioned myself behind her. With one hand on the bed and the other on her breast, I pinched her pebbled nipple.

I leaned down and kissed her back. “Focus on this.”

That was all the warning I gave as I entered her in one hard thrust, making her put her hands on the bed for balance. She was soaked, her pussy wet and so. Fucking. Tight. It felt like my eyes rolled back in my head.

“Hands, Ember,” I growled as I was deep inside her.

Once she did as I asked, I held on to her bony hip, and I fucked her hard.

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