Page 33 of To Catch A Rook

No matter, really – I could kill a man with my bare hands if need be.

Messy stuff, though. I much preferred sex.

I quickly assessed the entry, seeking more cameras and motion sensors. I took out my phone to do a micro scan, detecting the five visible and three hidden pieces of hardware. Once they were all cataloged, I shoved my phone back into my jeans and said every prayer to the Celtic gods, hoping this was about to be the booty call of my dreams.

Before I could lean into the thrill of a good chase, I turned the corner to find my hostess waiting for me. She sat on the couch in the open living room, wearing nothing but a deep pink corset and panties. A set of sheer silver tights were clipped to a sassy little garter belt at the tops of her thighs. A silky robe hung loosely around her shoulders, and she languidly slouched back against the arm of the couch. She stared at me with the blaze of a challenge in her eyes.

Fuck, the spell of this woman. I cast my eyes upward for the briefest of seconds.

Thank you, Epona, for the pleasure I’m about to receive.

“Lucky,” she crooned, before taking a slow pull of a glass of white wine. She gestured to the seat beside her on the white leather couch. “Take a seat.”

My feet obeyed long before my head did; I removed my boots and leather jacket, eyeing the crystal glass of dark liquid waiting on the coffee table in front of her.

I cradled the glass as I settled in beside her, inhaling the scent of my favorite whiskey.

“You’re quite the hostess, Blondie.”

A manic grin took over her features; I knew it well—the face of someone who had a fire of energy trapped inside their blood, desperate to release it. The kind of high you couldn’t get from any drug, but from taking something from someone else.

What had she been up to before she summoned my muscled arse? A ruthless takeover? A hostile coup?

I didn’t care, as long as she worked that energy out on me.

I’ll take your sins, sweetie.

“Are you up for a little game, Lauchlan?”

My name was pointed on her lethal little tongue. She was goading me; I liked it.

“I’m always up for a little game, Blondie.” I pursed my lips into a smirk and winked before tipping the glass and drinking the amber liquid in one go; the delicious burn heated my insides to the point of no pain.

“I’ve got a little toy chest over there.” She nodded toward a heavy-looking silver box at the end of the table. “Open it.”

Curiosity outweighed my impulse to defy the command; I shifted my weight and pulled the box toward me, unclipping the delicate fastening to seek its treasure like the horny pirate I was.

My eyes widened as I sifted through the contents. Organized like an oversized fishing tackle box, it had colorful bits and bobs in neat rows. A vibrating butt plug the size of my fist, with a jewel knob on the end. A clit suction thing I had never seen before. Countless dildos in all shapes and sizes, and a two-pronged penis poker strap-on.

I whistled through my teeth, impressed at the assortment of toys. Hillary was into some kinky shyte.

“I don’t do collars or handcuffs, Blondie.” I bit my lip as my gaze wandered her body. Her legs had opened, revealing a damp strip of silk over her cunt—and nipples hard as pebbles against the lace of her lingerie.

She was as horny as I was; I’d bet my last dollar she was at the edge of her control too.

“I already have someone for that.” She waved a hand dismissively, quirking another eyebrow at me in challenge. “Choose one. Or two. I like variety, as you can see.”

I loved the deviant defiance in her eyes. Taunting me into the submission she wanted. Fucking this woman would be the most fun sex of my life, I was sure of it.

“That one is my favorite.”

A red-tipped nail pointed to the purple pegging toy with two veiny penises at either end.

The cheekyminx. I loved a saucy woman, but Hillary Lane took it to an entirely new level.

I stared back at her, not breaking eye contact and meeting her challenge as I pulled it out of the box. I grabbed the bottle of lube next to it, holding the toy up in a taunt of my own.

“A two-in-one. You want to spoon me, Blondie? Drive a dick into my arse?”

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