Page 45 of Queen Of Dark Money

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’mslipping out the back before the sun rises,”Rafemuttered under his breath, reaching down to yank his pants up off the floor.Iadmired the curve of his ass as he straightened, yanking them on one leg at a time. “IfIhave to drive through morning rush hour one more time,I’llshoot myself first.”

Atminimum, an eye roll was warranted at his melodrama, soIrewarded him with one, though he couldn’t see it behind his back. “It’snot that bad on this side of town, you know,”Idrawled, lounging on the couch likeIowned the place.

WhichIdid.

Rafewasn’t amused. “You’renot going to trick me into staying soIcan watch your little problem,River.Stonedropped her at your doorstep, not mine.”Hisgaze shot down the hall to whereIcould practically hear her deliberation as she struggled to figure out which doorI’dtold her was hers.

“Onthe right, sweetheart,”Icalled out, recalling fondly the way she’d watched my dick asRafesank down on it.Howshe locked eyes with us both as we basically put on an exhibition show for her in my living room.Theway she bit her lip to keep from moaning at the sight of him fucking my ass.Herslightlyweak and wobbly steps as she fled the living room, pretending we didn’t affect her likeIknow we had.

Ifshe wanted to play tough,I’dlet her, for now.

Shameshe was off limits, though.I’dlove to sink into her pretty little body.

AfterRafeslipped out the door,Ilocked the deadbolt, shot a text off to the head of security to update him on the situation, and slowly trudged down the hall, opening the door to my own room.

Somethingmade me hesitate, though.Iwasn’t sure if it was a long-buried instinct or a fluke.Nevertheless,Ilet my door close, pretending to have disappeared into the room beyond, and inched over to the door she was behind.Myhand barely grazed the handle whenIheard a sound that stopped me dead.

Itwas a faint moan.Aswear, nothing more than a brief hitch in her otherwise composed self, butIknew it for what it was.

Thelittle minx was getting herself off behind closed doors, thinking she was safe back there.

Likea door would fucking stop me ifIwanted her.

Iput my ear to the door to listen and immediately chastised myself for it.Captivethough she was, we’d taunted her just as much as she did us, and it would be a bit unfair to deny her the same release we found in each other.

Itwas hard, though.

Ashard as my dick was again, jutting up between my legs with a mind of its own as she moaned deep and loud enough to have me reaching for myself.

Istopped with my hand over my cock, shame racing through me.Sheprobably thought she was alone; she had no idea a perv like me was outside of her door, listening to her fuck herself to completion.

Asaner man would have walked away, left her to her own devices, and snuck into his room while she was otherwise occupied.

Notme.

Istood there, holding my dick, refusing to please myself, asIlistened to her soft moans and pretty curses as they slipped from her soft lips, tormenting myself mentally for the fuck of it.Imade a mental note to callKingin the morning and ask him what the fucking plan was, soIcould get her on her way sooner rather than later.Survivingher for more than a few days would be damn near impossible.

I’dlose my fucking mind.

Thenext morningwasn’t any easier.Iwoke to the sound of glass breaking, and like a rocketIshot out of bed, completely forgettingIwas still bare ass naked.Skiddingaround the corner like a dog whose nails refused to gain purchase on the linoleum,Igripped the sides of the door frame and let my gaze dart around, searching for the source.

Standingthere in that fucking silver dress was the captive from the night before, her eyes big as saucers, a shattered glass in her hand.Itlooked like she’d reached for the damn thing in the cabinet and dropped an extra one on the floor.

Hereyes met mine and then dropped lower and widened.

“Well, hello there,” she muttered, slightly shaking asIgrinned at her distracted stare.

“Likewhat you see?”

Sheshook her head to clear it and offered me the broken chunk of glass like a peace offering. “Ididn’t mean to make a mess.ThatassholeStonedrank coffee in front of me all weekand made me drink from the tap like a dog.Ijust wanted some caffeine, andIsaw your espresso machine and–”

Hershoulders sagged under the weight of her confession, and beforeIcould stop her, she stepped forward, forgetting she’d dropped a glass and shattered it, or maybe forgetting she was barefoot.Eitherway,Iwatched as she stepped down on a particularly nasty shard and swore like a sailor as the gash started to bleed all over my floor.

“Shit.”Herfoot came up off the floor, her hands cradling it as she checked to ensure the glass hadn’t gotten lodged in the wound.

“Donot move,”Icommanded, leaping into action.I’ddiscarded a pair of slippers at the edge of the room last night, andI’dnever been so happy to have them nearby.Istuck them on my feet and padded over to her, lifting her with ease into my arms like a bride. “I’llget you out of the mess, and then we’ll clean up that wound.”

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