Page 60 of Queen Of Dark Money

Oncewe were inside the place,Ilocked the door and kicked off my shoes, settling in on the couch with a pointed look in my eyes.MissSinclairstood in the center of the room, that getup even hotter under the blacklights inRiver’sliving room, andstared me down, her gaze equally as intense as that blinding pink getup.

“What’sthe deal with you?” she started, her eyes narrowing. “Iknow you from somewhere, andIknow you feel it too.Whoare you?”

Ishrugged, holding my hands out to either side of my head. “Youknow, that’s a good question.ButIthink the bigger question is, how would you have slipped your daddy to sneak out and frequent the kinds of places you learn to dance like you did tonight?”

Myeyes followed her as she stormed around the room, her face screwed into a look of frustration. “Itold you guys,I’mnotEddySinclair’sdaughter–or at least, not the one you thinkIam.”

“Sure, sure, dollface,”Icrooned, palming my stiffening cock as she spun on a dime and kept up the pacing, back and forth, back and forth, that little skirt fluttering in her artificially created breeze. “AndI’msecretly the president.”

“ForallIknow, you could be,” she snapped back, her banter just as fast and sharp as my own.She’dhold her own in an argument, that was for sure. “Canwe be serious–Rafe?Wasthat it; are youRafe?”

Inodded as she stalked past me again, her feet passing inches in front of mine. “That’swhat they call me, yeah.”

Shestopped in front of me for a moment, her eyes narrowing. “That’snot the name on your birth certificate, though, is it?”

Iwatched her hands find her hips, and grinned so wide it hurt. “Idon’t kiss and tell, sugar tits.”

Withoutanother word,Ireached out and grabbed her by the arms, yanking her into my lap with ease.Shestruggled, butIpinned her with nothing more than my hands around her wrists, holding her right whereIwanted her.

Shestilled whenIrocked my hips up into her ass, shoving my hard cock against her in a blatant display of want. “Idon’t care where you think you know me from,”Isnarled, shoving the hair off her neck with my nose. “I’mgoing to fuck you tonight, and you’re going to love it.”

“Asif,” she sassed, the brat in her rising to the surface. “Iknow you aren’t allowed to touch me.Boss’sorders.”

Inipped the side of her throat, my tongue dragging a long stripe up to the lobe of her ear. “YouthinkIgive a shit what my bosses tell me?I’man adult, andIdo what the fuckIwant.”Mygaze raked her over likeIwas seeing her for the first time all over, andIlet out a noise somewhere between a needy whine and a tormented moan. “AndwhatIwant, hot lips, is you.Inthat getup, or out of it.Bentover, on your knees, on your back, ass in the air, taking me like a fucking champ.Iwant to ruin you, bitch, just like you ruined me.”

Shedidn’t understand the last comment, but that was fine by me.Shedidn’t need to understand it.Fuck, she probably thoughtImeant ruined me recently.Butno.

Iremembered whereIrecognized her from.Shewas the woman who’d ruined me over ten years ago, so much so thatIhad to pack up and move across the country to escape the rumors that flew when she opened her mouth.

I’dbeen a star graduate student on campus with my whole life ahead of me.Comingfrom a relatively sheltered upbringing,Iwas a bit of an unskilled muck-up in bed, and it showed.Iwent by my legal name back then, andIdidn’t thinkI’dever see anyone on this side of the country who knew my past.

Ofcourse, this bitch had to stroll right into my life and upend it without even realizing a thing.

Youhooked up with me in college, and then ran around campus telling everyone you knew that my cock wasn’t impressive and my bedroom game was weaker than the coffeethey served in the dorm commons.Iwas the laughingstock of the graduate department for the rest of the year.Ishivered, remembering the kama sutra pamphlets assholes would stick under my door, issues of women’s magazines with sex tips in them wedged into the pile of books on my desk, even the occasional fleshlight stuffed in my bag whenIwasn’t looking.

Ishuddered thinking about how many of them were secondhand.

Ofcourse,Ididn’t say any of that out loud.Ididn’t want to reveal to her thatIknew who she was.Notyet.

Shewanted someone to believe her.Andhonestly,Iwas feeling a bit vindictive.Iknew her alter ego.Knewthe name she was trying to claim was an entirely different person from her.AndifIcame out and told her, she’d think we were allies.Thatshe could use me.

Iwasn’t about to have that.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

KENZIE

Thisfucking shit was getting old, fast.

Iwas so tired of men treating me like they wanted, manhandling me, forcing me to do what they wanted, telling me to shut up and listen.Ialways hated the way men thought they were the superior gender.

Thisasshole was no different.

“You’dbetter let me go,Rafe,”Igrunted, struggling against his iron grip and failing miserably.Iwas physically weaker than him, and he knew it.JustlikeIknew there was only one inevitable end to this, as we sat now.

I’dnever been in a position like this before.Icould always see the real creeps coming from a mile away.

Rafewas different.Somethingabout him screamed at me in warning, but it wasn’t anything sexually charged.Therewas an unhinged light in his eyes, a fearsome twinkle the others didn’t have.He’dseen much of the world, and it showed in the way he comported himself.Theway he stared down the man who owned the club he stood in like he was nothing more than an ant inRafe’sway.Hisabsolute fearlessness about his bosses and orders given but disobeyed.

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