Page 22 of Devious Secrets

“Don’t you dare fucking piss on me.” He draws my attention back to another need, but his touch on my clit is overwhelming.

I’m wound tight, a spring that wants to be let loose, and he knows exactly what he’s doing. He’s not going to let me off this wall until I give him what he wants.

He presses his body against me, my breasts crush against his chest. The warmth of his skin seeps through the black button-down shirt he’s wearing. His aftershave fills the space between us.

He bites down on my earlobe again, scraping his teeth over the sensitive spot.

“Be a good girl,” he orders, so low, so dark it’s almost animalistic.

“Oh. No.” I hit at the wall. If I come, will my bladder release too? I’ll have to concentrate. I have to hold tight.

“Such a good girl, almost here.” He flicks my earlobe with the tip of his tongue, and I imagine it’s my clit he’s licking. How hard he’d flick it, how wet his tongue would be, how warm his breath would be against my skin.

“No. Oh God!” I bite down on my lip, but it only lasts a moment. As the intensity builds and then blows up within me, my resistance vanishes.

An orgasm rips through my body. Muscles shake, nerve ends rattle, and my soul sighs with relief as the waves of pure pleasure wash over me.

I suck in air, clenching my eyes and pushing my head back against them all. I’m dry; other than my own arousal, I’m dry.

“So fucking responsive.” He kisses my cheek again. “Now clean up the mess you made.” Before I can focus my eyes on what he’s talking about, his fingers shove into my mouth.

Roughly, he drags his fingers over my tongue, cleaning himself of my arousal.

A moment later, he steps away from me, and I have to catch myself before I fall to the floor. He steps back to the door and slams it shut.

The bolt slides into place on the other side, and I realize there was someone out there this entire time. My face burns. Coming like that was humiliating enough. Crying out like I enjoyed it? Even worse. But knowing someone else heard – maybe even witnessed – guts me.

I drag my hand across my mouth then straighten my nightshirt, tugging it down as far as it will go. Not that it matters at this point.

Alexander leans against the door, his arms crossed over his chest and one foot lazily draped over the other. Needing to get away from him, I scurry across the room, behind the bed.

“I really need to use the restroom,” I say after the silence starts to hurt my ears again.

“Then I suggest you answer my questions honestly and quickly. Otherwise, the bucket’s still here.” He toes the damn thing, and it rolls toward me, clanging as it does so.

“What do you want?” I can plan for his death later. Right now, I need to get him to let me use a real bathroom and then let me go home.

The weekend can’t be gone yet, so I should still be able to get home and get to work on Monday. But I don’t have the flash drive anymore, so I need to find a new way to make the money I need.

And I only have a few more days for that.

“I want to know the truth. Who sent you to get that flash drive? Was it Dexter Thompson? A member of his staff?” he questions.

“I can’t.” My shoulders drop. Being kidnapped and tossed into a cell wasn’t exactly conducive to getting a good night’s sleep. I’m exhausted.

“You can’t what?” he presses.

“I can’t tell you why or who.” The springs in the mattress squeak as I sink onto it. “Because I don’t know.”

“How can you not know who sent you? You didn’t just wake up and decide to sneak into Obsidian and steal Dexter Thompson’s information.”

“No. I didn’t. You’re right.” I nod, an idea forming in my mind. “I was stepping in for someone while they were on vacation and while I was there, someone slid a piece of paper on the desk I was working at. I just thought it was something for them.”

“But it wasn’t?”

“When I finished what I was doing, I noticed my name was scribbled on the note. It was for me.”

“You didn’t see the guy who dropped it off?”

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