Page 27 of To Catch A Rook

Antonio would surely kill me. If not delivering the news, through some demonic means after the fact—the man’s reputation for vengeance had its own tales of legend.

I would have to rely on my own allies, though the one I had in mind tasted like ash on my tongue.

Theenemy of my enemy was my friend. I would have to fight the urge to shoot him myself.

My fists pounded against the fortified glass of the condo building, although the force behind my swings was rapidly losing steam.

It was late, after midnight surely, and the downtown core of Carlisle was deafeningly still, save for the dull thumps of my palm against the metal frame.

“For fuck’s sakes, Aaron!”

Mi Reina’svoice filtered through the exterior speakers and infiltrated the stormy sea in my head. A jarring buzzing cut through my senses as the door swung open in front of me.

I had messaged her beforehand to tell her I was coming. I frowned and pushed my way through the glass barrier. It felt like moving through liquid lead, trying to remember if I had sent a message. Perhaps I asked Jacques to send the message.

Jacques, my driver, had dropped me off minutes ago to leave me to my own devices, but he hovered around the corner in the G-Wagon should I need him.

Jacques was loyal. Hillary was loyal. Beyond that, I couldn’t be certain.

My feet carried me to the gold-embossed elevator; I could feel her eyes on me as I propelled to the 48thfloor to her penthouse; the security feeds broadcast my state for her to scrutinize. She had one of the best systems in the country; I would know. My contractor had installed them for her.

After my parents—should I even call them that anymore?—had sent me off to face my fate, I drank many generous servings of bourbon in my study before Jacques took me to douse my pain at Club 7. My usual attendee tried to coax me to life, but my body was not willing to escape into the comfort of her cunt. I left with a soft cock and a hardened resolve.

My addled brain had convinced me I needed the touch of a real woman, someone who had tasted my darkness and shared the bitter notes of its flavor. As the doors opened into the foyer of her penthouse, my mind betrayed me with second thoughts.

“What in thefuckare you doing here?”

The beautiful woman strode into the entrance to her home with a fierce frown, the blue in her eyes muted by the dim light. A fuchsia silk robe kissed the tops of her shoulders and draped across her upper arms. Open, it revealed the light blue silk of a cami and shorts sleep set.

Her long blonde hair was up in a high ponytail, and her makeup less face was radiant, despite the violence that filled her features.

“Mi Reina,” I rasped, moving toward her on staggering legs.

She stepped back, out of the way of my incoming embrace. “Aaron,” she repeated, sounding more exasperated than angry, “what are you doing here? It’s two o’clock!”

“I didn’t call you?” I cocked my head in confusion; surely, I had let her know I was on my way. I stilled two feet from the heat of her body, my limbs begging to reach out and touch her—to caress her exposed skin with my lips and mark her as mine.

“I don’t answer calls at two a.m., Aaron. I have people for that.” She folded her arms across her small chest and her pixie nose wrinkled in distaste. “You smell like the brothel. Please tell me I am not your sloppy seconds tonight.”

Myhead bobbed violently. I hadn’t entered the woman; my cock wouldn’t fulfill my desperate wishes of escape, and had brought me to her home instead.

Hillary would always be my first choice, but she had never chosen me. So, I had people to take her place to satisfy my base urges as a man, but I couldn’t bring myself to date a woman, to spend my time with someone and pretend I had any interest in sharing what remained of my soul.

My gaze wandered to the softness of her curves, the rippled outline of her nipples beneath the smooth fabric. My cock stirred to life, finding the woman it truly desired right in front of me.

“No.” I rolled the word with finality off my tongue as I moved closer into her orbit. “I needed to see you.”

She stared up to meet my gaze, the familiar, velvet sky-blue of her eyes now a shadowed navy, but not shadowed enough to hide how she felt for me. How she could feel the pull of me too.

My palm caressed her cheek, tracing the soft outline of her jaw before holding her in place by the chin to bring my lips to hover over hers. I licked at the seam of her pouty mouth I loved to challenge, and tasted the sweetness of mint toothpaste before plundering her heat with flicks of my tongue.

Her lips parted on a gasp as I forced her to give me what I was so desperate for. My hands roamed to her hips. I lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around me, pressing my growing shaft into the apex of her thighs and grinding her clit against it. I shifted our combined weight to brace against the wall and thrust my hips upward with each nip of my teeth against her swelling lips.

Wetness seeped through her shorts and onto the seam of my zipper; I peeled one hand from my grip on her waist to unbutton my pants and free my aching cock from my briefs. Frantically rubbing the swollen head against the dampened silk fabric, I shuddered at the sensation. The movement gave just enough friction to rocket tingles up my spine.

I relished a collar, the illusion of relinquishing control while I still held every portion of power, but tonight, I wanted to abandon control all together and fuck her like she was mine to own.

I wanted to brutalize her body with pleasure and pull orgasm after orgasm from her body with my cock so hard inside her I ripped her apart with my cum.

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