Page 82 of Falcon's Prey

It seemed like he leaned even closer, and I felt like I had a lump in my throat, making it hard to swallow or breathe.

“Making you shiver?” His tone was smoky and dark, full of wicked promises that were to come. A small smirk graced his face when my body did as he asked. “Getting your pussy wet for me? You get so fucking soaked for me, I slip right in.”

I wasn’t the only one affected by his words. The fingers at my hips were now digging painfully as his grip on me turned possessive. That small bite of pain kept me center and leveled.

“Making you come?” Ren’s voice turned low and harsh, like it cost him as much to speak as it was costing me to breathe. “Every time I sink myself inside you, Ember, you let out a needy fucking moan. It drives me fucking insane. It’s like you’ve been waiting all day to feel me inside you. When you come, baby…fuck,your cunt grips me like it never wants to let go.”

I was a mess in his arms. I gave up the pretense that I didn’t want him, like I didn’t need him, and let go. I let my back fall on his for support because my legs were getting ready to give up on me. The first thing I felt was Ren’s hard dick digging into my backside.

“I hate that all these fuckers are looking at you right now. Like they think they have a shot at you. The only way anyone is getting you out of my arms is if they kill me, and I have no intention of that happening.”

At that moment, after those words, I knew Ren Falcon was lethal to me. Not because he had no problem staining his hands in blood, and lying or cheating to get what he wanted. He was deadly to me because he made me feel the way I currently felt about drugs. He made my heart race, my palms sweat; he took me high, and when he was done with me, the crash—that, I would never survive.

Before I could panic and lash out at him or do anything to protect myself, we got interrupted.

“Ember. Long time, no see.” I swung my head to where Pricilla stood.

She was smiling at me. Not all that fake but not entirely there. Her eyes were glazed, and the pupils enlarged. She was one of the “friends” Ren referred to as coke sluts.

“Hey,” I said in return, not really feeling like talking, but also not wanting to look at Ren.

“You want to go have some fun with me?” She tried to grab my hand and lead me God knows where to shoot up, but I didn’t want to go.

I felt Ren stiffen behind me, but I ignored him. “Thank you, but I’m good.”

Pricilla shrugged it off and walked away. I waited for Ren’s taunt to come, but it never happened. Instead, I felt him get closer, his presence like a magnet begging me to give in and get lost in his darkness. Let myself hide there. His touch had never been so soft nor gentle. The feel of his mouth on my forehead was like a stroke of a feather. I closed my eyes, almost pretending like it wasn’t happening.

“Don’t you two look cozy.” Pam’s bitter words broke the moment, and I was glad for it. She stood in front of us, glaring our way.

Ren didn’t let go of me, but he did stand taller. His hold on me eased a bit but not by much. “Have to make all these fuckers want her if we want a chance to make enough for the fight.”

Ren’s words were like a knife to my chest.

Sharp.

Acute.

Penetrating.

Reminding me of my place with him.

I didn’t break. If I didn’t break for Silas, I wouldn’t break for him.

“I’m sure I’ve fucked some of them already, and all of them drilled into me like they were mining for diamonds,” I spat at him, pulling out of his hold and closer to Pam.

“Puta.” She grinned at me sweetly.

I smiled right back and spoke loud enough for Ren to hear us. “You’re not missing much with Ren. It’s a hit or miss with him.”

Before either could say anything, an announcement was made to go to the top where the game was going to be played. I walked in front of Pam, following the rest of the people who were going to the top, noticing that the men’s eyes kept coming my way.

Ren’s words and Pam’s disappearance made all the sense in the world. My offer to sleep with Zeke was not exclusive to just him. I was fair game for everyone. More bets, more money for Ren.

I was foolish for believing the words he was giving me. Since I was a child, that had been my weakness. Licking of every scrap of affection, I could find and clawing at it, trying to keep it by my side.

You couldn’t keep things that weren’t meant for you. Sooner or later they would find a way to escape and be free. I did it with Silas, and now I had to learn that lesson myself.

As I got to the first step to go to the next level of the yacht, I was yanked back by my hair. I whimpered at the tingling burn I felt in my head. Fire—it felt like I had a fire in my head.

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