Page 57 of Tangled Souls

“Was there something with your schedule I could help you with? Or anything you need help with?” She bats her fucking eyelashes like she’s a doll with a lazy eye.

It would be comical if I weren’t so close to losing my shit. A quick glance at Huck and Baker tells me I’m not the only one struggling. We need to get this show on the damn road or the answers Betty has to our questions won’t matter.

Normally, I wouldn’t be on board with hurting a woman, but I’m finding my morality is more pliant than I thought, at least when Oaklynn is in danger. When the threat is to her, all lines disappear.

“It’s come to my attention that you have been in a relationship with someone on our security team,” Kirill launches right into it without warning.

Betty pales slightly and swallows hard as she starts to shake her head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Mr. Volkov.”

When the door to the office opens, everyone turns toward it to find our wife breeze in without a care in the fucking world. Seeing her always takes my breath away and today is no different. She’s dressed to fucking kill in a pencil skirt and blazer which are tailored to her body like a second skin.

Betty’s eyes widen and she turns to Kirill so fast that her hair flies around her head and gets caught in the gloss on her lips. She looks ridiculous as she blows it out of her mouth, which doesn’t work.

“I thought you said she was severely injured,” Betty’s tone is full of accusation.

As if lying to her is a crime. It’s not. Fuck, even if it were, none of us would care.

“Betty, Betty, Betty,” Oaklynn’s words are condescending as she strides into the room like a fucking queen. She doesn’t look at us, her focus solely on the woman in the hot seat. “You don’t get to sound all offended by the idea of my husband keeping the truth from you.”

“But I thought…,” she begins and then clamps her mouth closed. Her lips press into a thin line, and I have to cover my mouth to stop myself from laughing at how petulant she looks right now.

“Oh, we all know what you thought,” Oaklynn assures her as she steps between Betty and Kirill’s desk where she perches on the edge. She crosses her arms across her chest which pushes her tits up and makes my cock harden behind the zipper of my pants to the point I have shift slightly to get comfortable. Damn, this woman. A little bit of lace peeks up over her blazer and makes me wonder what she has on underneath. “You thought Mikhail Morozov was going to take me out of the equation, with your help of course, and then my husband would be yours to console.” Her face is a mask of mock sincerity before she snarls, “As if he would fall into your used up snatch.”

“What?” Betty gasps and presses her hand to her chest like she’s offended, but we see through her act. “Who is this Mikhail person?” She looks around wildly and looks for someone to come to her rescue. “What are you even talking about?”

Oaklynn groans and shakes her head. “You’re a horrible actress,” she deadpans.

With a clap, she has Betty’s attention back on her. She scoots back, sitting fully on Kirill’s desk before she crosses her legs. The way her skirt rides up her thighs is sexy as fuck.

“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath.

This time I have to reach down and adjust my hard cock. Our wife is a fucking vision.

Our woman’s hand slides up under her skirt and she pulls out a blade before placing it next to her hip on the desk. My mouth falls open in surprise. When she looks over at me, she winks. The fucking minx winks.

“Keep this for me, husband,” she purrs as she looks over her shoulder at Kirill, “it’s too much of a temptation to have on me at the moment.”

Betty is pale and starts to shake but no one in the room gives a fuck. When Oaklynn looks back at her, the fire in her eyes is clear to see. She’s pissed and she’s about to let her displeasure be known.

I shouldn’t rub my hands together with glee. But it’s really fucking tempting to do so.

“You’re insane,” Betty’s voice wobbles.

The smile that stretches across Oaklynn’s face is sinister as fuck and has me leaking pre-cum. She doesn’t respond to Betty’s bullshit, but she doesn’t need to.

“Now, where was I?” The question is rhetorical, but she plays it up by tapping her chin like she’s really thinking about it. “Oh! I know.” She winks at Betty who does not look amused in the least. “We already know how you asked your little boy toy, the one you were fucking to mess with my security, to create a breach in the perimeter during the Heart and Home gala.” Sheglances down at her nails like she doesn’t have a care in the world; they’re not even painted. “He was very forthcoming, it didn’t even take much persuasion,” her tone is conversational and chipper.

“I just had a friend who needed to get into the event but hadn’t been given an invitation,” Betty tries to defend herself.

Oaklynn makes a humming sound but doesn’t acknowledge the woman sitting there and trembling with fear. The silence stretches in the room, but I don’t even notice it. I’m too fucking riveted by our woman.

My eyes trail down to her legs. It would be so easy to spread her legs, sink to my knees, and rip the lace covering her pussy away. Then I’d dive between her thighs and eat her until she’s screaming my name.

When I glance at Baker, the feral look on his face makes me wonder if he’s thinking about doing the same thing I am. We could all eat her out on that desk to find out who makes her scream the loudest.

That’s the kind of competition I could get behind.

I let out a low groan as I think about fucking her from behind with her bent over the desk. Damn it.

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