Page 79 of Savage Ruin
I moan and squeeze him tightly with my legs. My fingers grip his shoulders, holding on, while I beg him to move.
His mouth and tongue in sync, he takes everything I have to give and uses it to fuel the fire between us. “God, I need you, Henley. Don’t give up on me.”
I cry out from the fire racing through my veins. “Never.” My body explodes into a million pieces.
We sink to the floor, and without missing a beat, he sets a punishing rhythm. Thrusting into me, hard and fast, his navy-blue eyes locked on me, he refuses to let up.
“Again,” he demands.
My body clenches in response, but it’s not there yet. His fingers reach down between us and when he finds the most sensitive part of me, he’s merciless, pinching and stroking, until I’m at the peak.
“Now,” he orders, and sends me over the edge.
Moaning, I fall, again and again. Instead of subsiding, it keeps spreading outward with every stroke and all I can do is hold on.
He groans and comes hard inside me.
Breathing heavily, he tenderly places his lips on mine. When he pulls back, the darkness is gone from his eyes. He found his way back to me.
CHAPTER37
GRAYSON
With a twirl, I add the pasta to the sauce and mix it with my tongs. For me, pasta is the ultimate food. I inhale deeply and savor the smell of Italian seasonings and garlic, then transfer everything to the platter I set aside.
“The table’s set,” Henley remarks behind me. “I’ll grab the wine.”
I follow her to the table, grabbing a seat next to her. Even after this afternoon, I’m finding it hard to be away from her even for a moment.
Thiago glances between the two of us and I give him a reassuring nod. He takes a drink of wine and turns to Henley. “Did you find anything in your search?”
“Dr. Harrison Langford, 44, from Greenwich, Connecticut. Born to old money. The details of his life are scarce. Parents deceased. I didn’t get a chance to dig into them, but there was an interesting history about how the family got their wealth,” she summarizes.
Her gaze is troubled when she looks at us. “The one thing I want more than anything is a semi-recent photo. He could come up to me on the street and I wouldn’t know it was him. That terrifies me.”
“What about school pictures?” Mateo asks with a frown.
“The local paper included his high school graduation picture, but it’s the only one I could find close to adulthood with his face in it,” she laments.
“What do you mean—with his face?” I question.
“He always looks away from the camera. Even his professor pictures show him looking down at papers on his desk, or turned toward the whiteboard,” she explains. “It’s weird. And creepy.” She takes a drink of wine.
I glance at Thiago and Mateo. It’s creepy as fuck. His psychosis must have started early.
“What are you going to do next?” Mateo asks.
“Try to find out why he left MIT. Look into Baybrooke Enterprises. Check in with my dark web network.” She ticks each item off her finger as she says them.
Thiago tenses. “Did you say Baybrooke Enterprises?”
“Yes, it’s the name of their family business. Apparently, their great- whatever was the youngest son of the Baron of Baybrooke, and he came to America. With his inheritance, he bought into the railroad and the rest is history. Why?” she asks, eating the last bite of pasta on her plate. “This was delicious, Grayson. Thank you.”
Thiago jumps up and leaves the table. Returning minutes later with his laptop, he types in a few things, then sits back in satisfaction. “I knew I recognized the name. Baybrooke Enterprises is one of the companies that made a deal with Marcos’ old partner, Burnett, to betray him. They tried to steal the company, along with the VPN Marcos developed, right out from under him.”
He jumps to his feet and starts pacing back and forth. “Unfortunately for them, Marcos registered the patent in his name, not Angel Consultancy. When they found out the company didn’t own its major source of revenue, they walked away.”
“I remember this happening,” Mateo exclaims. “Marcos was furious. It’s the reason he decided to shut down Angel Consultancy and sell the company to us. After giving us the money to buy it, of course.”
