Page 512 of Rage

“Deal, but his final breath? It’s mine.” I bring the covers up and wrap them around us before flicking off the nightstand light. “Goodnight, Dragonfly.”

I’ve talked to all my contacts and ran her waste of space stepfather through our security system database. Finding he still lives in her childhood home makes bile rise in my throat. He’s been waiting for her for years, just around the corner.

Pushing away from the desk, I wander out of my office to the sound of the door opening. Clara walks in from work, her jeans covered in flour, and her dark hair pinned in a messy bun. I don’t want to handle her as if she might break. It’s not fair to treat her like she is so fragile. A fire burns in her soul, and once we’re done taking out the trash, I intend to prove to her I’m different. That I’ll go to the ends of the earth for her.

“Hey,” she says sheepishly. Wiping her palms on her jeans, before hanging her coat up.

“I have news, good or bad. What do you want first?” Slipping my hands into my pockets, I lean against the counter.

“Bad first I guess.” She sighs and pads down the hall to stand next to me.

I drop a kiss on her forehead and grab a bottle of water, knowing that Debbie can only push so much food and fluids on my Dragonfly before she refuses. “Well, they’re linked, so you get both this way. One, I found him, and he still lives in your childhood home.”

Clara shivers, taking a drink of water before twisting her lips in disgust. “It always felt someone was around. I thought I was just paranoid from Ryan.” A fist of anxiety squeezes my heart. I should have stepped in and protected her sooner. “When will we go?”

I wrap my hands around her waist and bring her closer to me. “Soon.”

She traces my jawline. “Tonight,” Clara states and grins. I bend to catch her lips with mine. When her fingers run over my neck, I’m a goner and know that I will do whatever it takes to be hers.

Clara grinds against my leg and, as much as I want to bend her over the kitchen counter, I have arrangements to make. “Let me make a call and we’ll be on our way.”

Pulling out my phone, I let go of her, and she sinks to her knees. Undoing my pants, I tilt my head and stare into her eyes. Without a word, she caresses me until I’m hard. Raising an eyebrow, Clara licks the length of my shaft, and I growl.

“Make your call.”

I press the button for my cleanup guy as she takes me down her throat. I bite back the groans and let out a sigh as her hand strokes me.

“Early for ya, bud.” Curt says.

“Making a reservation,” I bite out.

Clara doesn’t stop sucking my dick, and I grip the phone so tightly I fear I might break it. With my other hand in her bun, I shove her down the length.

“Tonight? I’m open for the night.”

“Mhmm,” I grunt out.

“Sounds good. Send the address when you’re ready.” Curt clicks off, and I’ve never been so thankful that he’s not a small talk person.

“Clara, you take me so fucking well.”

She pulls away from me with a suctioning pop and bounces up onto her feet. “I’ll go get ready.”

I grab her by the neck and pin her against the wall, running my lips over hers. “You better finish this,” I growl.

“In time, I don’t want to be late.”

I hold her in place and slip my fingers into her panties. Wetness coats them, and I slide over her clit until she whimpers.

“Burke, please.”

“Don’t want to be late.” I smirk and pull away from her before shoving my digits into her mouth.

She sucks them, and I groan before tucking myself away.

After we get ready, I notice a determined expression on her face. I have to walk faster to keep up with her as she strides to thecar. Once we’re on our way there, Clara doesn’t say much. “You don’t have to do this,” I tell her.

“Stop trying to give me an out. I need to do this. More than I’ve ever had to do anything.”

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