Page 10 of Cruel Vows
And with a sudden jolt, I realized the asshole had picked it up and decided to play one of our favorite games?—
Fucking prick.
SEVEN
DETECTIVE KEEHN MCCOY, PORT WYLDE PD
The fuckingbitch had some nerve, that was for sure. She'd escaped me, pretending she didn't feel the underlying arousal for me I knew still simmered in her blood. She'd always wanted me just as much as I wanted her.
I couldn't tell her the truth, though. If I exposed myself, there'd be hell to pay, and I'd be lucky to make it through the night in this town. I lived as I always did here in Port Wylde—like an invisible man, under an alias older than my time on the force. I'd always been Keehn McCoy, but before I picked up that dead man's ID in the alley behind the low-rent apartments on the East End at fifteen years old, I'd been someone else. Someone I hardly remembered.
I'd been Danny Mistwood, son of the disgraced oil mogul who'd lost it all in the divorce with his second wife, my stepmother and former tormentor, Francesca Hale. She'd had one of those piercing voices and an annoying habit of running her fingers down my arm like she was scoping out my interest. She'd never been a mother, and had I stayed in her house any longer after she poisoned my father, I knew I'd have faced worse than just some minor molestation.
So I ran.
Just like Lilly St. Clair had. Except I'd fallen into some good fortune and been reborn as a new man, one who didn't have a past trailing him. And I'd risen from the dirt, leaving behind all the people who'd kept me safe before I lucked into a new world.
Including the girl who'd saved me from freezing to death my first night on the streets.
Lilly.
The girl I'd been in love with since I knew what unconditional love was.
The girl with a toy I'd bought her shoved up her cunt, in a room full of people, wearing nothing underneath that dress, if I was a betting man.
And I certainly was.
I'd spotted the forgotten remote when she fled and decided if she planned to spurn me, I could have a little fun before I slipped out of her den of demons. She might feel at home in the midst of these fucking killers, but I wasn't as keen on people who would just as soon slit your throat as shake your hand. The room was packed; for just a moment, I scanned the room, realizing there hadn't been this many people in her guild the last time I stopped by unannounced.
Had she been recruiting?
I'd have to tell the Chief about it. He wouldn't likely do anything useful, but apprising him of the situation was still my job.
But right now, I had only one thing on my mind—finding her. So I could turn this thing on and watch her fight the waves of pleasure I knew would flow over her like a tsunami. I knew her inside and out like the back of my hand, and we'd played this game many times before.
I liked to call itTimer.
Mostly because we'd always place bets on how long she could last before she came. And I usually won.
She put a hand on the table in front of her, turning to talk to a man in grey sweats and a loose tee with holes all over it, and I took the opportunity fate had given me, flicking my finger over the familiar switch on the side of the sleek remote. A feral grin spread over my face as she jolted like she'd stuck her finger in a light socket, her smile faltering for the briefest second before she plastered that fucker back on and cast her eyes discreetly around, no doubt looking for me.
Unfortunately for her, my hiding spot was well-chosen. The brute to my left and the slender woman to my right were easy to blend with, and if I shifted in one direction or the other, I disappeared like that, no sign of me anywhere. Sure enough, her eyes glazed right over me, and my grin widened as frustration crept into her expression. Fight it though she might, she was fast losing the battle, and it was only a matter of time before she'd slip away and try to take care of it discreetly, and when she did?
I'd be there waiting.
Just like always.
She marched around the room, talking to this person and that, always managing to cover up the awkward way her body reacted when I turned the vibrator in her tight little pussy higher, relishing the pain and pleasure it caused her in equal measures. She writhed against the table when she managed to slip away from the rest of her entourage, and I had to bite back a laugh as I watched her hand descend to her stomach, clutching it like she could will away the need for release building there.
By my watch, if memory served, she was less than five minutes away from falling apart. And when she fell, and fall she would, I'd be there waiting to remind her of what she left behind.
She hunched over, one hand plastered to the wall, the other slipping lower, hovering over her sex as she searched the crowd once more. Her perfect, white teeth, no doubt thanks to a hefty murder payoff, were gritted between tight lips, bared like thefangs she no doubt wished they were. If I were within reach, I'd let her bury them in my throat like she used to.
Fuck, it always turned me on when she got rough and wild.
She was the only wild thing I never wanted to see tamed. I wanted her to always run free like the spirited filly she was. I needed to see her spread her wings and fly.
But right now, I just wanted to watch her fall apart again, just like all those times before.
