Page 114 of Destined To Fall

“That’s my girl.”

Before I can tell him to bite me, he pinches my clit between his fingers, and a scream rips past my lips as an orgasm explodes with blinding force. Tearing its way through my body, from the tips of my toes to the crown of my head. It’sso intense it’s painful. I shakeviolently, unable to hold on, unable to breathe, as Antony pounds into me harder and faster,ringingevery last drop from my body.

A name bubbles to the surface of my tongue, and I bite my lip so hard it bleeds to stop from screaming it, but a whimper escapes.

“Hmm?”

Antony releases me, and I collapse face-first onto the bed, breathing so hard I see stars. He slows his pace, leisurely stroking in and out as he kisses every inch of my spine up to my shoulder blade, nipping it when I don’t respond.

“Jesus. I said Jesus.”

He chuckles. Twisting my face toward him, he captures my chin in his hand, and his warm caramel gaze blazes back to life as it zeros in on the tiny drop of blood that trickles to the corner of my mouth. His hand tightens, and my pulse races.

“Antony…” I moan out lazily in a strange half warning, half thanks.

His eyes refocus as they shift up to lock with mine, and he seems to come to his senses, a wicked smile taking over his mouth. He drops his hold on my jaw and sweeps his thumb over my bottom lip, none too gently I might add, smearing the droplet onto his thumb and over my lip before releasing me altogether and sucking on his appendage.

“I missed a bit,” he says darkly, my heartfreezingin my chest.

He moves so swiftly I don’t have time to respond as his tongue juts out, licking my lip, then continues down my rigid jaw and neck to the hollows below my collarbones, heading lower and lower. I should be ecstatic, Antony on a mission, but the sinking feeling is creeping back in. It takes everything in me, all my will, all my strength to stay here, in this moment, in this room, and not with a different set of lips. A different wicked tongue.

It’s going to be a really longfuckingweek.

Chapter Twenty-Three

“You’re late,” I snap at Max as he pushes open the back door of his town car from the inside, almost falling out in his haste.

“Yes, I know. I’m sorry. Get in.” Max slides across the seat, and I step in, already on edge, and we’ve not even gotten to Skeeze.“I’m a little nervous, but I’m still keeping it together. What’s got your knickers in a bunch?”Your son?

“I’m sorry, rough few weeks. It will be fine, Max. We’ve been here before, right? You’ve got nothing to worry about.”

“I hope you’re right. There’s a lot riding on this game.” More than he knows, but I say nothing and nod my agreement.

Daniel sent Max a text last week telling him the location had moved and the buy-in had changed. Two hundred freaking thousand. Max sounded like he was going to puke on the phone when he called in a panic. But here we are,outto risk it all, and I’m not even sure for what, really.

The thirty-minute drive out of the city is spent in silence, both of us no doubt lost to our inner turmoil, but all too soon we’re pulling up to the address Daniel messaged. It looks sketchy as fuck. Blacked-out, broken windows, discarded old factory machinery, and shelled-out cars in various stages of harvest cover the external grounds.Fuck, what have we gotten ourselves into?

“Breathe, Max. You need to relax, or this could go sour real quick, okay?”

He nods, but he still looks a little green around the edges.

The warehouse door opens as we approach; no words are exchanged, just the clear understanding that we are to follow. The broken windows shed little light as we enter the old factory building. It’s dark, stank, and creepy. All the tiny hairs on my arms and the back of my neck rise to attention as my Jimmy Choos echo across the concrete floor, seeming to ricochet off the metal pipes and machines occupying the space.

It reminds me of so many scenes in movies, like I’m just waiting for the vat of toxic sludge to appear up ahead and the Joker to pop out. We halt abruptly, and the guy in front creaks open a metal door that sounds like it’s not been used in thirty years. The tinny, scraping sound runs down my spine like nails on a chalkboard. I all but convulse with the shudder that racks me.

“In.”

I watch Max take a deep breath before he walks in front of me and enters the room, with me hot on his heels.

“Max.” Douche nods by way of greeting, his beady eyes locking on me a split second later.“And finally, our entertainment has arrived. Always a pleasure, Candy.”

“You said she was a looker, boss,”onegoonbehind him chuckles.

“You’re too kind. And of course I’m here. You made me promise I would be. I can’t let all the fellas down, now can I? You said they’d enjoy the eyecandy.”

He grins and somehow makes it look like a sneer. Crooked and slimy, just like him.

“I assume you came prepared?”

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