Page 16 of Beautiful Vengeance
He turned to find Sloan standing in the doorway, looking well and thoroughly fucked.Her dark hair tumbled around her shoulders, her mouth swollen from his kisses, and whisker burn on her neck and thighs.He wanted to leave his marks all over her goddamn body.He motioned her closer, and then pulled her against him when she obeyed.“You’re going to be sore.”
“I already am.”She made a face.“Is it always like this?”
Something like guilt rose up inside him.In some ways, she seemed younger than twenty-four.It made him feel like a fucking cradle robber.But she ran her hands up his chest, much like she had earlier when she told him to stay, and he let the guilt go.She was a grown-ass woman.She’d known exactly what she was getting into when she invited him into her bed.
Or as much as any virgin could know about such things.
He prodded her a little with a hand on her back.“Some of it is unavoidable, but the bath will help.”
She raised her eyebrows, looking amused.“Do you seduce many virgins?”
“Just you.”
The amusement disappeared like it’d never been, replaced by a heat he couldn’t do a damn thing about.Not tonight.Not if he didn’t want to actually hurt her.So Jude guided her into the bath and sat back, forcibly reminding himself why he couldn’t join her.It wasn’t just the size of the tub holding him back.
Still…
He reached over and cupped her chin, dragging his thumb over her bottom lip.Her breathing picked up, and hell if that didn’t make him harder than a rock.“Tonight, you’re going to recover.I just used your body in ways it’s not accustomed to, and you’re going to be feeling it tomorrow.”
“Mmm.”She leaned her head against the back of the tub, her eyes closing and her tongue flicking out to taste his thumb.
Fuck.
He couldn’t let that stand, the little flirt.He stroked down her chest, cupping her breast where her nipple peeked through the surface of the water.“You liked riding my cock.”
She opened her eyes.“I liked what we just did, yes.”
“That’s good, sunshine, because I plan on having that tight little pussy of yours whenever I damn well feel like it.”He pinched her nipple lightly.“I’m going to fuck you in every way imaginable, until you can’t move without feeling the echoes of what I’ve done to your body.”He dipped his hand beneath the water to cup her gently, well aware that she’d be sore.“I’m going to tongue your pussy right there in your living room with the lights on, so every single fucking person walking on the beach can see how you come so sweetly for me.”
She licked her lips, her gaze on his mouth.“You’re more dangerous than any drug I’ve heard of.”
She was right, though not in the way she meant.He brushed her clit, just enough to tease.“Think so?”
“There is no rational reason I should let you talk to me like that—that I should want exactly what you’re describing.”She covered his hand with her own, keeping him in place.“Even though I ache, I want you again.How is that even possible?”
Get up, you piece of shit.Get up and walk away from this woman right now.
She deserves better than you.
But she turned those dark eyes on him, and he found himself rooted in place.“Stay, Jude.You’re probably right that more sex would be a poor idea, but…just stay.”
It took more strength than he could have dreamed to slide his hand from beneath hers and stand.“That’s not what this is.We don’t sleep together.You come for me.I come.We fuck until we’re tired of each other.Then we move on.End of story.”He should have just left it there, but the wounded look on her face spurred him to his knees.He hooked the back of her neck and pulled her up into a kiss, splashing water everywhere.Her hands came to his chest, not pushing him away, but not drawing him closer.
He shifted and licked the shell of her ear.“This might not be forever, sunshine, but you’re mine for the duration.And I take care of what’s mine.”
Chapter Seven
Aiden O’Malley stared at the papers on his desk, wanting nothing more than to throw them into the fire.His brother Cillian had brought in the report with the mail earlier today, but he’d only gotten around to opening it now.A small miracle, since for once he was alone in his father’s massive office.No one needed to see what he’d just read, the undeniable proof in photos and phone taps, showcasing one seriously fucked-up truth.
They had a rat.
One who was high enough up in the ranks as to pose a very true threat.One he couldn’t touch without inciting the war they’d all worked so hard to hold off.All of that was bad, but it wasn’t the worst part of the whole situation.He sat back and ran his hands over his face, feeling a hundred years old.
His motherfuckingbrother.
Cursing under his breath, he picked up the envelope and flipped it over.There was no return address, but that fact was less important than the contents of the file.There were pictures of his brother meeting with the FBI, wiretaps detailing the information he’d shared, even a report detailing how the FBI had saved Teague’s life when shit had gone down with the Hallorans, transporting him and Callie to the hospital before they went forward with their sting.There were only a handful of people capable of this level of surveillance—and who had reason to put this much effort into following his brother around.
Aiden flipped through the photos again, part of him wishing he’d see something different this time, while the practical side of him knew better.“Goddamnit, Teague.What the fuck were you thinking?”
