Page 100 of Queen Of Dark Money

“Fuckyes,” she gasped, sticking her ass higher in the air. “Doit.Doit now, beforeIcome.”

Ididn’t waste a second, slipping my middle finger in right underneath my cock, twisting it to hit that spot, and–

“Fuuuuck,Rafe!”

Jackpot.

Icould feel my finger moving against my own cock, andIcame so hardInearly blacked out, the combined fluids leaking out to make a huge, messy puddle beneath us.

Ittook me longer thanI’dexpected to disentangle myself from her body, but whenIdid, we collapsed on the sheets, neither one of us giving a damn that we’d flopped into what amounted to a slip-n-slide.Shesighed heavily, shifting around on the bed to find a comfortable spot untilItugged her into my arms and rolled us to the edge, leaving our mess behind.

Herhuff of annoyance didn’t go unnoticed.

“Problem, slut?”Imuttered, a goofy smile on my lips.

“Notyour slut,” she muttered, tucking herself under my arm. “Bathroom?”

Igrunted, lifting my arm to point across the room. “Doubledoor over there.Canyou even walk to get there?”

Ihad doubts about her ability to move across the room, but where there was a will, there was inevitably a way.Adetermined woman could make mountains move for her without lifting a finger.

Iwatched with some amusement as she stood, albeit a little shakily, and wandered over to the door, bow-legged and slow as hell, but she made it.Thelight came on, andIclosed my eyes against the brightness since she couldn’t be bothered to close the door.

Wheredid we go from here?We’dbeen as close as two people could possibly get, shared bodily fluids and pleasure, and reached that elusive nirvana in tandem.Sowhat was left?

I’dshown her whatIset out to prove–thatIwasn’t the same boy who’d treated her like a one-and-done back in our college days.Hell,Ieven got her on camera, good blackmail shouldIever need to use it.Orrevenge porn, shouldIstill feel the urge to pay her back for the lies she spread about me.ButIwasn’t even sure she remembered whoIwas.Sure,Iknew, but ifIdidn’t tell her, then would the revenge fuck taste as sweet?

Andwould she even want to look at me once she found out?

Shestrode out of the bathroom minutes later, wrapped in a towel, her eyes scanning the floor for whatIassumed were the remnants of her clothes.Shepicked up the leather pants and sighed in dismay, her shoulders sagging.

“Well, that was a good idea at the time, but in hindsight, not so smart.”

Hereyes zeroed in on me asIbegan to chuckle, sliding from the bed with a huff from my tight muscles. “Youleft your bags in my car when we got here.Or,Ithink those were bags you threw in my car when you hopped in.Ican send someone down to get them and bring them up if you want.”Ilifted my phone, realizing there were like twenty missed calls on the call log.Andthey were all from theKings. “Shit.”

Shit.

Iscrambled upright, already redialing the last number to reach out to me–Kinghimself.Itwent to voicemail, soImoved to the next one, striking out untilIdialed upGatt–the fucking prissy one, of course.Traffickedguns, but wouldn’t use one.

Realmen weren’t afraid of a bit of firepower.

“Ah, about time you pick up a phone.”

Irolled my eyes and carded my fingers through my very mussed hair. “Iwas otherwise occupied, you asshole.What’sthe crisis?”

“Well,Kingwants to make a statement.Apower move, if you will.Andhe needs you all to cooperate.Exceptthe others aren’t playing ball.”Hehesitated, a dull cacophony on the other end thatIcouldn’t make out drawing his attention away.Whenhe came back, his voice was more authoritative.Iassumed the others made him man up. “Weneed her to be seen.Inpublic.Ina big way,Rafe.”

Ipinched the bridge of my nose, already hating the direction this was going. “Definea big way.”

“Wewant her to walk into city hall and pay a visit to his office during the press conference tomorrow.”

Everyhair on my body stood at attention.Thiswas a bad, bad idea–Iknew it, they knew it, hell, anyone who didn’t know it was an idiot.Witha killer out there still determined to end her, taking her out of the house was a risk, no matter who shewas with.Andthere was no way the others would agree, even ifIpleaded the case for theKings.

Theywere reaching out to me because they knewIwas the one with the least emotion wrapped up around her.BecauseI’dbe more likely to take risks with her safety if it served the greater good.Atthe end of the day, the others were beginning to become emotionally involved with her–evenStone, in his own sick little way–andIwanted nothing more than to get my revenge.Nowthat she’d turned that on its head, what was left for me to want from her?Shewas a good lay, nothing more, to me.

Right?

Right.

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