Page 40 of Falcon's Prey

Ren didn’t answer. He snatched the bottle from me with more force than necessary, then went to the kitchen and opened it. He came back and put the bottle on the table instead of in my outstretched hand.

I was about to take a sip when he spoke again.

“You’re such a bitch. That’s why no one likes you. Not even yourdaddy.”

He hit a nerve with the last part, but like hell if I would let him see me flinch. “You have no right to talk to me like that.”

Ren smirked at me, and for a second, it was like looking at a different person, not the one I had gotten used to these last few weeks.

“I don’t think you’ll fire me for that, princess, or else you would have done it already. Newsflash: the world doesn’t revolve around your spoiled ass.”

He thought I didn’t know pain, but he had no idea. I also had friends. I didn’t see them often, but they were there. I just didn’t want my bullshit to affect their lives, so I stayed away. Except for Lilah—she got that life in the spotlight wasn’t all that it was cracked up to be.

When I didn’t answer him, he smirked at me and walked away while I sat there drinking on my own. I drank until the last of the champagne was gone. While I was under the effect of alcohol, I realized that I didn’t give many fucks about what people thought of me, except now I cared about Ren’s perception of me or if he even remotely cared. I turned my body to face the nearest camera knowing full well whoever was in the surveillance room with Ren was still in there since no one had left.Let’s see if he was watching.

I lay down on the marble countertop, my legs facing the camera. I ran my hand through my hair, down my neck, over my breast, and then cupped myself between my legs. My back arched a bit at the feeling. I closed my eyes as I let my hands wander back to where my robe was tied. Once open, I ran my hands over the lacy cups of my bra while I kept my legs crossed.

I tried not to smile when I heard footsteps.

“Goodbye, Miss Remington,” the voice said in a rush.

Slowly I started to part my legs when I heard the door close. I spread them, letting my hand come to the top of my panties. I dipped one finger in, imagining it was Ren who had come down here and finally caved. One wasn’t enough, so I added two and started to fuck myself in front of the surveillance camera. Feeling bold, I removed my underwear so that Ren could see every little detail. The two fingers I was fucking, I brought them out and glided them up to my aching clit, where I started to rub myself faster. I could feel my orgasm coming, but it wasn’t enough.

Fuck this shit.

Sitting up, I looked straight at the camera as I licked my two fingers clean. Leaving my undies there, I jumped up and walked away.

“Open the door, Ren!” I screamed as I tapped the door to the surveillance room. I knocked and knocked until he opened.

“What do you want?” He looked angry.

“What do I want?” I mocked him. “You don’t get to ask me those questions.”

I pushed past him. The room was not very big, and it made me feel like I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t do well in small spaces. I fucking hated them. Smalls spaces didn’t leave room for me to hide.

“I’m busy,” he said through gritted teeth.

I was horny and frustrated and angry. I didn’t care about his own anger. I let my eyes trail from his pissed-off face down to the top of his unbuttoned jeans.

“You’d think I’d made your life easier by bringing my body to you.” My voice dropped to a sultry tone.

His eyes flashed as he sucked in a breath. I wasn’t in heels, so he towered over me by a lot. I gulped, and for a second, fear stroke through my body. I really didn’t know anything about him. Not that I thought it would matter. Ren was emitting waves of rage that made me want to get out of this confined space. I took a step back, but the door was already closed. Ren put his hand on either side of my face, and I waited to see what his next move would be.

“You seemed to think you can treat me like you did all those other fools who had the job before me.”

He had my number, but I was never one to shy from a fight. I brought my leg up, exposing it. My robe parted up to the apex of my thighs. I got up on my toes and then wrapped one leg around his waist. Both our breathing got heavier. His nostrils flared, and I smiled.

“Some of them did their jobreallywell,” I whispered.

In an instant, his hands came to my waist, holding me up. My body seemed to spark to life. He brought his hand to my foot, where it was wrapped around his waist, making sure it was secured before he grabbed my knee and glided up to my thigh. I was heaving at the sensation. My pebbled nipples poked against the material of my nightgown. I thought he would have stopped, but he kept moving his hand farther up. My center started throbbing.

“Unlike you, Ember—”

His hand reached my pussy, and he stroked it with his knuckles, making my hips buck. Then he turned his hand over, gliding two fingers over my wet folds.

“—I have standards.”

His tone was smoky and hoarse as he rubbed my clit forcefully, enough to cause me pleasure mixed with pain. I held on to his arms for support because my whole body was shaking. I looked up to see Ren’s jaw tight as he looked at where his fingers were touching my pussy. Without warning, he roughly inserted two fingers inside me, causing me to writher in pain before he stroked a part in me that made me moan.

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