Page 47 of The Chief
“We’re here to see Gael,” Keir told him.
The guy scrutinized Keir before his gaze flickered to me.
“Gotta search you,” he said in a soft voice.
Keir heaved a sigh like this was the worst thing to happen to him today, then let the guy pat him down. Two guns and a garrote wire were removed from his body, and I gaped slack-mouthed at Keir.
“Agarrotewire?” I hissed.
He shrugged. “I’ve recently come to appreciate them.”
I flushed, remembering how I had tried to strangle him so I could escape his room. Then how easily Keir had pinned me to the floor, and how my body had craved his weight.
After removing a pair of wire cutters from Keir’s pocket, the thug turned to me—a gleam in his cold brown eyes. Crossing my arms over my chest, I snapped, “Put a hand on me and prepare to lose it.”
He looked at Keir, who only shook his head. “She doesn’t have any weapons.”
“Everybody gets searched,” was the impassive reply as he stepped closer to me. He’d raised his hand to begin the search when Keir’s fingers wrapped around his wrist, stopping him. Anger flashed in Keir’s dark eyes, a roiling storm of rage.
“Nobody touches her but me,” he told the other man in a low, savage voice and shoved him out of the way. Keir’s hands were warm and sure against my arms and torso. Kneeling before me, he maintained furious eye contact, sliding one hand up the outside of my leg and the other on the inside. As he moved up my body, my eyes fluttered shut, his touch edging closer to the top of my thigh. Even through the denim of my borrowed jeans, I felt each caress. My eyes opened when he started near my ankle on my other leg. Our gazes locked as I peered down at him, it was an erotic game of cat and mouse. His hands slid further up my calf, my knee, and my thigh until he rose and stood in front of me. His body blocked the other guy’s view as he cupped my pussy through my jeans, and I whimpered. With a cocky smirk, he leaned forward, brushing his lips against the shell of my ear, as he whispered, “Are you wet for me, Jynx?”
“No,” I lied, just as softly.
Keir took the lobe of my ear between his teeth, and I hissed as the pain turned to pleasure. “Don’t be a brat, Jynx, you should know I now have a fucking hard dick and nowhere to put it.”
Pulling back a little so I could see his face, I replied, “I guess you’ll be taking care of that problem later. All by yourself.”
“That mouth of yours…” he growled low, but it sounded more like a promise than a statement. As he stepped away, he announced, “She’s clean.”
The man, obviously satisfied with the cursory pat down, grunted and walked to a set of doors directly to our left. He opened them, revealing a regal sitting room matched to the era of the house. Oil paintings decorated the dark maroon walls, the couch and matching armchairs were a pale green crushed velvet, and the table in between them was dark mahogany.
Wordlessly, the guy shut the double doors as he left, and I turned to Keir. “What the fuck was that?”
Keir reached to his jeans, popped the button, and drew down the zipper. The head of his cock stretched beyond the waistband of his black boxer briefs, and he palmed his length through the fabric.
“What are you doing?” And why the fuck did my voice sound so breathy?
“I’m teaching that mouth of yours a lesson, Jynx. Brats always get punished.”
Heat shot through me at the thought. Did I have a kink? Him talking about me like that just did it for me. I watched him step closer, his dark eyes fixed on my mouth.
“On your knees, Jynx.”
I glanced at the double doors then back at him. “Are youinsane? Someone could walk in here at any minute.”
His mouth hitched up on one side. “Better work fast then.”
Keir’s presence overwhelmed me. It was the dark look of hunger on his face, combined with the way he touched me, and I wanted to hate him for how my body responded.
“You’re certifiably insane,” I hissed back, my eyes darting again to the door.
“You either suck my dick now in private, or I’ll ask Gael if he wants to join in as payment for us coming into his territory without asking permission from him first. The choice is yours.”
“Did we really come here without permission?”
He nodded. “Poor form, really. He could take the slight badly and shoot us.”
Nibbling on my bottom lip, I contemplated my options. I knew the clans only worked well together when they were in neutral territory. We had rushed here for me. Keir was putting his life in dangerfor me.
