Page 102 of The Delta's Rogue
I nod at Nolan and Cassandra. “Watching Ulysses play with his toy is entertainment enough for me at the moment.”
“She is quite a lovely distraction,” Nuncio agrees. “So willing, responsive, and attentive to her master. He’s trained her well.”
Nolan shuts his eyes for a moment, and the hand on Cassandra’s hip tightens its grip on her body.
“I’m sorry,”I mindlink him.
“Just keep him talking. The sooner he finishes, the sooner we can get out of here,”Nolan grunts back in reply.
“My business partner broke her for him.” I glue my eyes to Nuncio. I’d rather not look at him, but I need to be ready to act in case he tries anything.
Not that Nolan would let him. Or Cassandra, for that matter.
“Breaking them is the fun part.” Nuncio grabs his sub’s chin harshly, his grin turning cruel. “Wouldn’t you agree?”
I nod, but my lycan snarls at him in my head. “I would.”
Nuncio’s vicious expression stays on his face as he presses his thumb against the front of his sub’s throat and lifts her to her feet. “Go entertain table four,” he orders her.
“Yes, sir,” she says, nodding. She walks off, hips swirling in a practiced, seductive sway with every step, and Nuncio’s eyes follow their circling until she crawls into another “Dom’s” lap.
“How did you find us?” He spins to face me once more. “I’ve heard of Forrest, of course, and his string of clubs up and down California, but I was under the impression he thought himself better than the rest of us. That he thought our dealings beneath him.”
I wave off his words and pretend to take another sip, grateful that he’s too distracted by Cassandra to notice I’m not really drinking. “That was all a front. He wanted to establish his presence on the scene before diving into other offerings. But now that we’ve been around for a while, we’re ready to cater to…darker palates.”
He rubs his jaw as I speak, considering my words. “That still doesn’t explain how you found our operation specifically.”
“I found you through Timothy Pierce.”
Nuncio scoffs. “Timothy Pierce is dead.”
“Killed by my alpha.” I shake my head. “A damn shame too. We could have used his connections to help us in our venture.”
Not a complete lie. If he was alive, we could have questioned him for answers and maybe avoided this entire charade in the first place.
“His connections?” Nuncio’s eyes hone in on me. “He only provided us with a place to store our…wares. He was never an associate.”
“Henry and I were on the team helping the former alpha’s son—Bartholomew, or whatever his name is—sort through the remnants of his father’s business dealings,” Dominic explains, easing Nuncio’s suspicions before they can form.
“Turn Cassandra around,”I mindlink Nolan.
“What?”he growls back.“Why?”
“It will distract him.”
Nolan’s body tenses, and he wraps Cassandra’s hair around his fist, tugging it so her chin lifts to the ceiling. He leans forward and kisses up the length of her neck, then presses his mouth to her ear—the one Nuncio can’t see. His lips move, whispering words to her that none of us can hear. His hands then descend her body, ghosting over her breasts and her hips, coaxing a sigh from her lips before he lifts her from his lap.
Nolan spins her roughly, gripping her around her ribs. His massive hands swallow her tiny frame, the tips of his fingers tracing under her breasts lazily. Then his hands slide down her torso to her thighs, and he leans forward, kissing her spine as his fingers work her skirt higher on her legs.
“Don’t let him see her tattoo,”I remind him before Nolan’s name on her inner thigh becomes visible.
He freezes, letting his fingers dance across her skin. The skirt stays where it is, but his hands slide up and down the insides of her legs. Small puffs of air escape through her lips as she tries to stay composed and hold herself still.
“Between the paperwork we found in his pack and whispers from like-minded Doms,” I say to Nuncio as Nolan tugs Cassandra down onto his lap, her legs spread and her lower half almost visible to everyone, “I was able to piece together that this club—and by extension, you—was who he’d been working with. Or for.”
Nuncio’s focus is back on Cassandra, on Nolan’s fingers as they disappear beneath her skirt, and I’m certain he barely hears my words as his eyes skate over her body. They roam every inch and never linger too long on one spot.
Cassandra plays it up, letting the straps of her dress drop to her elbows. The left side of her bodice falls too, but Nolan grabs her breast just in time, preventing anyone in the room from seeing anything more than he’s comfortable with.
