Page 39 of Queen Of Dark Money

Oneafter another, the girls bailed, following their leader out the door and taking all the chance ofRafeandIgetting laid tonight with them.Iwasn’t against a little guy-on-guy, butRafewasn’t exactly whatIhad in mind for tonight’s fun.Sure, he wasgood-looking, butIwanted to sink my dick into a pussy tonight, not his ass.

Itwasa nice ass.Justnot whatIwanted right now.

“Well, this is inconvenient.”Rafeslumped onto the couch, waving his hand boredly at the girl in the center of the room. “Who’sshe?”

“MissCatrionaSinclair,”Imused, walking a circle around her. “Stonedropped her on us because he couldn’t be bothered to watch a pretty girl for a few days.”

Shetried to talk around her gag and failed miserably, soItook pity on her and slipped the tie from her mouth, letting the damp thing dangle around her throat.Somehow, it didn’t look out of place, like some sort of worn collar for a dog who’d tried to slip it one too many times.

“Thereyou go, gorgeous.Nowyou can talk to us.”Ilet my hand trail across her shoulders, pulling her hair back from her throat.Shewasgorgeous in this stunning silver gown, her cheeks flushed, eyes wide, lips slightly parted as she thought over what words to employ for her release.

Becausethat was her end goal.Itwould be mine, ifIwere held hostage by criminals.

NotthatIwould be.

JustthatIknew whatI’ddo in her position.

“Fuckthat guy,” she spat, her voice raspy and tired.

“Stone?”Rafechimed in from the couch.Ather insistent nod, he cackled with glee. “Yeah, he’s a right shit.Totallywalking around with a dick up his ass all the time.”

“Hemight not be so tight-assed if hedidtake a dick every now and then,” she quipped back, her eyes full of rage. “Ithought he was bringing me to meet withEddy–Imean, with my father.”Sheglared at me first, thenRafe, her lip lifted in disgust. “Instead,Iget tied up and left for you two idiots.”

Herview of us was high, of course.Well, okay, so that was a joke.Ididn’t expect her opinion of us to be in the clouds, but it was definitely in the dirt and currently being dragged behind a semi.

Iaimed to fix that.Iwas nothing if not a ladies’ man.AndI’dprove that we weren’t as uncivilized asStonewas.

Ihad class.Andmorals.

“Whydon’t we untie you and go from there?”Isuggested, letting the tips of my fingers graze her spine from the base of her neck to the hem of her dress.Sheshivered beneath my touch, andIgrinned, pleased to knowIstill had it.

TheMagicRiverBlakeTouch.Itwas guaranteed to make women swoon.Makelegs part and panties drop.

ToobadMissSinclairwas entirely off-limits.

Iknew better than to get involved with a socialite—especially one whose father was the enemy.Butdamn, she was tempting.Ihad girls downstairs whowishedthey looked this good.Shehad the curves of aGreekgoddess, eyes that were windows to her very soul, lips made for kissing, and for wrapping around a cock–

Fuck.

AndnowIwas hard.

“I’mcalling theKings,”Rafegrumbled, whipping out his phone.Ipaid him no mind asIstarted working on her restraints, slowly and meticulously untying the very detailed and effective knotsStonehad put in this smooth rope.IfIdidn’t know better,I’dsay the man had a thing forShibari, but no.

Stonewas too vanilla for all that.

Hewas probably a fucking boy scout.

JustasIloosened the last knot,Rafegot off the phone, clearing his throat as he stared down our little unhappy prisoner. “Youmight not wanna untie her, buddy.Apparently, she’s a menace.”

CatrionaSinclairblinked prettily up at him as if it were inconceivable that an innocent little thing like her could get up to any kind of mayhem. “Me?Youmust be mistaken.I’mnot a menace.I’mjust a captive awaiting her release in exchange for . . . whatever it is you all are trying to exploitEddySinclairfor.”

Thatwas the second time she’d called her father by his first name.I’dassumed he was the type to put his daughter on a pedestal to marry off at the first opportunity of advancement for himself, the type to spoil a bitch rotten and raise her to expect the world owed her something.Iexpected to see hero worship of the man who’d essentially bankrolled a lavish life full of everything she could ever wish for.Instead,Igot an undercurrent of disgust and hatred.

“Whydo you assume we’re exploiting your father?”Iasked slowly, the alcohol draining from my brain as logical, analyticalRiverstepped up to the plate. “Doyou know somethingIdon’t?”

Sheshrugged, those pretty shoulders carrying far more baggage than she was willing to tell us today. “Stonesaid theKingswanted something from him.Iassume it’s money–”

“Wehave plenty of that,”Rafechuckled, dismissively waving his hand at her. “Moremoney that we could spend in a single lifetime, in fact.Tryagain.”

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