Page 66 of Wicked Duty
The thought of another man seeing Lucy like that—and flaunting it, no less—infuses me with murderous rage.
I wonder how much a prison guard would charge to give me a few minutes alone with Roguilin.
I’ll save that idea for later. After I deal with this pressing issue.
“I should’ve told you.” I clench my jaw, grinding my teeth. “But you should’ve told me too. I’m trying to keep you alive, and that was…an unpleasant surprise.”
“And what do you think this is for me? A picnic?” She stands in front of me with growing indignation, a flame gaining oxygen. “Why didn’t you tell me you bugged my phone?”
“I’m not the one on trial here.”
“Did you get off on spying on me all this time?” She jabs a sharp nail into my chest. “Andpleaseaccept my humble apology for the unpleasantness the sight of my naked body’s caused you. I can see how horrifying that must’ve been for a manlike you.”
I jerk back. The remaining tethers of my self-control begin to fray. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
Her lip curls with acid. “Someone cold and heartless enough to be a robot.”
Cold? Heartless?
A growl rips free from deep in my chest as I stalk toward her and pull her close.
When she doesn’t resist, I crash my mouth mercilessly against hers. She returns my kiss with just as much violence, yanking my hair like she wants to tear the follicles from my head.Again.
The sharp bite of pain only hardens my dick more. I groan as she digs her long fingernails into the back of my neck, sparking fire at the base of my spine.
I grip the soft fabric of the hotel bathrobe, wanting nothing more than to tear it off.
Open-mouthed and breathless, we kiss like savage beasts, tongues colliding in a feral blaze. We’re screwing with our mouths. The fire between us burns so hot, we’ll be lucky if our clothes don’t melt before we reach the king-sized bed.
Our reckless, wild kisses grow more passionate and intense by the second. Lust seizes control as I stagger against Lucy, both of us migrating toward the mattress.
My cock’s eager for more. I toss Lucy on the bed and kneel on the edge of the mattress, climbing on top of her like the animal she’s unleashed within me.
And then a flash of something—fear?—crosses her face.
The emotion vanishes in an instant, but the wake-up call is already ringing.
Shit. What am I even doing?
I push back from the edge of her bed, my blood running cold.
“I’m sorry.” I need to go.Fuck.“I shouldn’t have done that. It was a mistake, and it won’t happen again.”
Sickened, I leave like the coward I am, slamming the door behind me.
Chapter 26
Lucy
The revulsion on Callum’s face slashes through my chest like talons.
Of course. Why wouldn’t I disgust him?
I can’t blame him.
Viktor used me up completely. Carved out everything I had to give, eviscerated my entire being, and left an empty husk behind.
I’m nothing. A filthy, broken toy, once shiny and beloved, now torn apart and abandoned by the dumpster.
