Page 54 of Bound to a Monster

My back arches. I look back, and it’s still the mask, that empty stare. The orgasm tears into me like fire, and I grip the sheets as he picks up his pace, hammering into my pussy, before filling me with his warmth. His strangled moans of pleasure make my core clench and release before I’m finally left gasping for air.

I’m covered in sweat like I just went for a run.

He slides himself away from me. For a moment, I close my eyes, and then I feel something.

His lips pressed against my throat.

When I look, he’s got the mask back on. I watch him dress, aching for something, but I don’t know what.

It’s not like I want him to stay. And forget about affection. That kiss left its strange mark on my skin.

He looks at me as I pull my shirt back into place. Then he leaves without saying a word.

I pull the covers over me, not sure what to think or feel, but suddenly tired enough to close my eyes and sleep.

Chapter 21

Lev

“Iheard a rumor this morning,” Alex says as he scrolls through the latest invoices. Fed Jewelers opened about an hour ago and we’ve been busy managing shit in the back while the salesgirls Dasha and Katrina handle the customers. Though it’s been quiet and they haven’t had much to do.

He’s not looking at me, but I can tell by the way he’s sitting and the tone of his voice that he’s paying very close attention to this conversation.

“Yeah? What’s that?” I act like it’s no big deal and keep polishing the watch I’m working on.

“You know the high-end watch business is a pretty small place.”

“Incestuous,” I agree.

“Everyone knows everyone, good or bad.”

“And plenty of them are fucking bad.”

“Right, well, from what I hear, Emory Smith skipped town yesterday after someone broke into his house and nearly killed him.”

I pause and look over. “Really? Emory? Couldn’t have happened to a nicer guy.”

Alex is still staring at the computer screen but I can practically feel his attention focused on me. “It’s strange. Emory was one of the guys we were going to win over, right?”

“Best Rolex dealer in the city, unfortunately.”

“And suddenly, right when we need him, the guy gets attacked. Freak break-in.”

“We’re a cash business. I bet he’s been taking stock home instead of keeping it in his safe.”

Alex’s lips pinch into a frown. “Emory’s a prick, but he’s not stupid.”

“You sure about that?”

He slowly turns, eyes narrowed. I know what he’s thinking, and he’s right, but it still pisses me off because he’s got no particular reason to suspect me.

And yet he does.

Which says a lot about how he thinks ofme.

“Tell me the truth, Lev. Did you go pay Emory a visit?”

“Carmie and I went to his office two days back.”

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