Page 21 of Falcon's Prey

“One thing you should know about me, darling, is that I’m not a pussy. I’m going to give it to you straight because you’re a fucking idiot who thinks nothing is ever going to go wrong with their life.”

I pressed closer to her, inhaling the scent of her mint shampoo. It wasn’t fruity and annoying like most women I knew.

“The next time you get a wild hair and run around loose might as well be your last. I’d rather report to your father that you are safe and sound than telling him I’m waiting for 911 to get your splattered brains off an alley. So from now on, you are going to do what I say.” I pressed into her more until our bodies were flush. “Are we clear?”

“I can feel how hard you are.” Her voice came out hushed and gravelly.

This only made me smile. When was the last time I did that? Who the fuck knew? I brought my right hand down next to her waist and trailed it up her body, careful so that only my knuckles grazed her. Ember’s breathing stopped. When I reached the top of my abdomen, I pulled out my Glock.I didn’t give a fuck ifthattouched her, and I glided it between her body. I let the object trace down the curve of her ass down to where the hem of those skimpy shorts started. I wedged the Glock between her legs, causing her to shiver and her back to arch. My piece was between her legs, and I’d bet that if I wanted, I could have moved it back and forth and made Daddy’s little diamond come all over it. I pulled my hand higher, making her shorts pull up, knowing it only added to the sensation she was feeling in her pussy. I pushed my hand as high as it went, my knuckles touching her ass, and the neck of my Glock aligning with her pussy lips.

“Don’t flatter yourself, darling. I’ve seen teenagers with more tits and ass than you,” I hissed in her ear.

Just like I knew it would, those words pissed Ember off. She brought her head back, ready to slam it against my nose.

“Careful, Ember. I’m not Zeke,” I warned her.

Because I was an asshole, I moved my piece back and then forward again, not missing the inhale of breath from her.

“I bet your pussy is as wet as it was last night,” I mocked before I let her go.

She walked up to the door and raised her middle finger to the camera. We heard the buzzing sound of the locks being disarmed. Ember walked in, not acknowledging anyone, and went straight to her room.

I walked to the kitchen and found Karen cooking. She looked at me apprehensively. Must have been the grin I was sporting.

“Is everything all right, Mr. Falcon?”

“Everything is perfect,” I replied, heading for a water bottle. “I don’t think she ate, so take that for her.”

I left the water bottle on the counter for Karen, then walked out to the control room. Marcus opened the door as soon as I got to the door.

“I told you. No one can handle her,” Marcus mocked.

“You don’t know what I can or can’t handle.”

Marcus rolled his eyes at me. “You think you have her under control?”

I didn’t bother answering Marcus. I’d show them that I was better than all of them.

“I need a quick smoke break. I’ll be back,” Marcus said as he walked out. Before he left, he turned to me. “Ember will always do what’s best forher. She doesn’t give a fuck who she hurts in the process.”

Closing the door in Marcus’s face, I didn’t bother to answer him. The difference was, I wasn’t a pussy. I was lethal, and if I had to make Ember kneel before me to keep my job, I wouldn’t hesitate.

* * *

After talking to Marcus,I changed into a black suit just like the rest of the security team, something I hadn’t bothered doing before. Everything was black, and before I left my room, I grabbed a pair of black leather gloves for later.

Marcus and I were in the living room, waiting for Ember to grace us with her presence. I knew she’d walked out of her room the moment Marcus sucked in a breath, and I wanted to punch him in the face the moment I noticed the way he looked at her.

There was heat in his eyes and longing but also hurt. My jaw felt rigid because I was pretty sure at one point, Ember had fucked him. With anger coursing through my veins, I turned to look at Ember, and I had never felt bloodlust like I did at this moment.

Her raven hair shone, and her eyelashes looked fitted for a whore, but they worked for her. Her lips were blood-red, and I could picture the red smeared all over her mouth after choking her with my cock. Then I got angry at the thought. Her dress was burnt red like dried blood, with a plunging V that barely covered her nipples, and a slit on the side that went below her hipbone. On her neck was the choker she seemed so fond of, and on her middle finger, she wore a ring that had the outline of a heart with a barb of thorns in the middle and a small cross. The dress was made up of a bunch of little jewels and beads, and there was no doubt in my mind they were Remington gems.

“Let’s go,” she said after she swallowed.

“A little early, isn’t it?”

“Silas doesn’t like to be kept waiting,” Marcus mumbled.

Silas Remington was the poor orphan boy who got adopted into the family. Ember’s grandfather had taken him in when the boy’s parents passed away. It seemed odd that an older couple would adopt a kid a few years older than their granddaughter, but as was the way with rich people, no one questioned it.

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