Page 75 of Undercover Desires

She peers up at me from under thick dark lashes, so much heat and desire in her gaze, then she licks her lips and drops her head closer to me. Flicking out her tongue, she tastes me. I grab hold of myself and guide toward her lips, helping her since she doesn’t have the use of her hands. “Open up.” I tease her mouth with my cock.

She does, engulfing as much of my length as she can take. And fuck, she looks so hot like this, perfect red lips sliding over me. Pleasure ripples through my body. My hands move to her hair, and I gather it up, using it to tilt her head back a little more.

“Good girl, baby doll,” I praise her, fucking her mouth in slow, measured movements. Chills run over my body. It feels so good. I keep going speeding up then slowing down when I feel like I’m going to tip over.

She moves her head faster with me, taking me deeper than she did before, doing everything she can to please me. She’s enjoying this too. I use her ponytail to fuck her face more roughly. “I’m going to come. Take everything I have for you, swallow it all down,” I tell her, coming in a rush. And she takes it all.

I loosen my grip on her hair, letting her sit back. She licks her lips like that was the tastiest supper she’s ever had.

“Now you can have your reward for being such a good girl.”

CHAPTER 31

ARABELLA

Staring up at himpanting, I try to get my breathing under control. That was a lot. Kobe is a whole lot of man to take normally, but when he’s all hyped up like he is tonight and going so hard, it’s a shit-ton. My jaw’s going to be sore tomorrow. I lick my lips, waiting for what he has in store for me next. This game is fun. And since he hasn’t let me come yet, I’m hoping that’s the reward he’s talking about. My body is so tight with tension he’s created, playing with me and leaving me hanging. A heavy knock sounds at Kobe’s office door, and I jump, startled.

“It’s Ben. Got something for you,” his security guard from the club calls through the door, an edge of excitement in his tone.

I glance up at Kobe nervously and blurt out, “Get me out of these things,” my voice trembling with panic. I know I’m not supposed to talk, but I’m done playing now. Ben’s presence snaps me back to reality instantly. I feel vulnerable for the first time since we started playing this game tonight. And right now, I’m practically naked, kneeling on the floor of his office inhandcuffs. I can’t remember if he locked the door or not, but I would really hate for Ben to walk in and find us like this.

“Give me a second,” he calls back to Ben as he takes the keys out of his pocket. He comes back to stand in front of me, lifting my chin so I’m forced to stare right into his eyes. “Part of me wants to leave you here like this, waiting for me, but I don’t know how long I will be.” He sneers down at me, and I know he’s truly considering it.

“If you want to see me again after tonight, you won’t dare,” I snap back in warning, my voice deadly serious. I might have trusted him to take control, but I have spent enough time with Kobe over the last month to feel his changing mood, and I’m not sitting around handcuffed and naked while he goes about his business, whatever that business is.

“You’re hardly in a position to threaten me, sweetheart.” He smirks, his confidence unwavering, and I get the impression it won’t matter what I say to him, he would do what he wanted anyway. Luckily for me, he helps me up to standing and undoes the cuffs, massaging my wrists back to life. He’s such a contrast, hard one minute, soft and caring the next.

I turn around so I can look at him. “What has he got for you?” I ask, needing to know what Ben would be talking about.

Kobe’s expression remains hardened. “Hopefully the guy who sold the drugs to Marini.” His tone is cold, a stark contrast to the Kobe I’ve just spent the night with. He’s flicked a crazy switch. I can see his posture has changed, his eyes dark, hands twitching to inflict pain.

“The girl who overdosed the other night?” I ask, glad I chose tonight to drop in on him. I knew the brothers wouldn’t just let it slide, but this is the first I have heard about it since that night.

He nods solemnly. Taking my hand, he kisses my lips. “Get your clothes on, sweetheart.” He pats my ass, still some of his softness left for me.

I find my scattered clothing and wiggle back into my underwear and dress, and he fixes his pants and shirt.

He polishes off the rest of his drink, his lips turning up at the sides in a sadistic smirk. “You want to see how real justice is served? Stick around.”

I glance back at him, uncertain but intrigued. Part of me wants to know who this guy is. It could be important to the case I’m building with Caleb. I also have this strange urge to see how Kobe really works, and since he’s trusting me to stay, I’m going to take him up on the offer.

Kobe unlocks the door to find three men, two in suits, the third in a button-up and chinos. One guy I know is Ben, club security and Shelby’s friend, as well as Hazel’s younger brother. He’s nice enough. I have chatted to him occasionally, and he’s always been friendly toward me. The other suit I don’t know, but the guy in between them I recognize from somewhere. The club, I think. His eyes meet mine. Yeah, that’s it. He’s a regular, and my stomach churns with unease. He drinks with a group of friends every Friday night.

“Bella,” Ben greets me with a smile that makes all this almost feel normal, despite them holding the guy in their tight grips. They usher him into the room, the tension intensifying instantly. The guy glares at me with a scowl.

Kobe watches it all play out, glancing at Ben. “Oh yeah, you know the kid from the club. And this is Rob, Jett’s head of security. Rob, this is my Bella,” he introduces me proudly.

I smile at the burly man. He doesn’t look all that impressed to see me here and grunts something in greeting, most of his attention sticking to the man he’s got hold of.

Kobe finds a chair and positions it in front of him, gesturing for the guy to take a seat. “So nice of you to join us tonight.” He smiles like he’s genuinely pleased to see the guy, but I know hiscrazy is bubbling just below the surface. I can see it in the way his fists clench.

The man looks between Kobe and the other guards, his eyes flashing. “What’s going on? You said this was just a friendly chat,” he stammers out, clearly anxious, and he should be. I wouldn’t want to be in his position.

“It is,” Kobe insists, though the tension in the room suggests otherwise.

Rob plays his part, forcing Kahil into the vacant seat.

“Bella, this is Kahil. You’ve probably seen him at the club,” Kobe introduces us as well, like I need an introduction to the man he’s about to interrogate.

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