Page 16 of Havoc

I grabbed my drink and headed for the door to show him out. He started walking to the door, and I figured this was it. This was my chance to close the book on Lennon Fulton. I just needed him gone.

He was a weakness.

I opened the door only to have it slammed shut by Lennon. I looked up at him, his eyes dark and furious, he was incredibly close to me. Too close.

He backed me up against the wall and kissed me hard. I dropped the glass, and it shattered everywhere as I looped my arms around his neck, instinctively. It wasn’t romantic, it was hard and insistent and needed. He lifted my ass up, my legs wrapping around his hips as he pulled my dress up over my hip and ripped the fabric of my underwear. I gasped as his strong, calloused fingers moved up and down my nether lips. His mouth was hard on mine, our tongues tangling for dominance. His finger dove into me, and I pulled my mouth from his, resting my head against the wall. My hips moved of their own will, accepting him into me, needing to feel him inside me again. He grunted as I dug my nails into his shoulders, even through the shirt I knew I was getting in deep. Another finger entered me, and I could feel how amazingly thick his fingers were, stretching me.

I kept my eye on him as he plunged his fingers in deeper and deeper with every move. I was wet, and I could feel my pussy thrum to life. It had been years since I’d had anyone down there. He hammered his fingers into me, and I ground against his palm as he worked me toward a release I needed more than I had known. As I felt my release coming, I worked his hand harder, his fingers deep inside of me. He tried to kiss me again, but I turned my head to the side. There was no time for romance now. I needed this goddamn release and I’d get it on my own damn terms. The familiar waves began to rock me, and I felt my toes curling in my shoes as I rode them out, one after the other. I held in my scream which I knew annoyed Lennon. He’d always loved a vocal release.

Finally, I felt my body start to regain some form of composure and I kicked off the wall and away from him. Finding some kind of miraculous strength to stand up straight after I had come harder than I had in years, I turned to him.

“You know the way out.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Nope, bye now.”

Lennon stood there, watching me and I felt my stomach plummet for a few seconds. The anxiety tipping an all new high, as I felt my legs start to shake. I needed to sit the fuck down but there was no way in hell I was going to show him how weak in the knees he’d just made me.

He eventually turned on his heel, opened the door, and slammed it behind him. I felt the walls shake, and I could finally sit down and recover from the finger banging of the century.

I needed a cigarette and about four glasses of bourbon to recover from that.

Goddamn that boy is good with his fingers.

Chapter Five

Presley

Hadrian was sitting at the large dining table we never used unless Gideon had a big event on. He always sat at the large chair at the end, and even now when I looked at it, it was ridiculous. Hadrian sat on the far end, going over documents. I moved down to sit opposite him.

“Hadrian.”

“Miss Witt.”

“Presley. I hate that name.”

“Sorry, Presley. I’ve been going over the documents in your father’s safe and can see there’s a few different wills. I can’t tell which one is the real one.”

“They all are.”

“What do you mean?” he asked, confused.

“My father was obsessed with who would take over after him. He also made people mad at the drop of a hat. There will be a will for my brother Deacon to take over, one for Tannis which can be scrapped, one for his brother Dunstan, and one for Chance.”

Hadrian nodded. “How did you know?”

“Unfortunately, I knew my father very well. There’s only one man who would legalise all of them.”

“You know?”

“Jervis. He’s my father’s attorney.”

“Well, there’s also a few journals but I can’t make sense of a lot of it.”

“I’ll take a look.”

He pushed the journals my way and threw a velvet pouch at me. I opened it to reveal a diamond encrusted necklace. I remembered it from one of the many times my mother wore it for parties.

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