Page 66 of The Payback

Nikita

I rakemy fingers through my hair as I leave my bedroom. A sated and exhausted Ellie snores so loudly I hear it from the landing. The last thing I would do is fuck her and then put her in Dimitri’s bed. That would be insanity.

The lock sounds behind me, and I smirk to myself. Good. That should keep her busy while I hit Dimitri with the third degree.

I lope down the stairs, a spring in my step because an above-par fucking session will do that to you. Grabbing the end of the handrail, I swing around it like Mary fucking Poppins and head towards Dimitri’s office.

Ellie’s been keeping secrets, and it’s time to find out if Dimitri knows about them. It’s not like she’s going to spill the beans.

The man sits in the same spot I left him in earlier, a foam ball between his hands. He’s leaning back, tossing the ball at the ceiling and catching it repeatedly. I lean against the wall and wonder if I can tip him out of his chair once and for all with a swift kick. The bastard needs to be taken down a peg, and holding onto a ten-year grudge for following orders is irking the shit out of me.

“If you’re going to stare at me, you had better not be jacking off at the same time,” Dimitri says, the exasperation clear in his tone.

I fumble with my belt buckle, and Dimitri sits ramrod straight at the sound. He catches the teasing grin on my face and throws the ball at me. It smacks me on the forehead and falls into my waiting hands. How the fuck did he do that? These stupid balls are impossible to throw straight.

“Don’t be a dick,” I say. “Remember, I’m all in now. Be nice, or I’ll switch teams.”

He points an accusing finger at me. “That’s fickle, and you know it. What’s going on?” Dimitri fixes his askew tie and leans forward, elbows on his desk.

I cross the space and sit in the chair opposite him, resting my arms along the armrests and slouching. “You asked if I was all in. I am. But the question is, are you?”

He raises a brow. “In what way?”

“Ellie.” His brow furrows at my use of her nickname like it always does. He doesn’t like that I’m overly familiar with her, and I doubt he’ll love hearing I just fucked his new wife, his ring still on her finger. But part of me wants to hold on to that information for a more opportune time if this new partnership goes sideways. Yep, we’re all one big happy family. All in.

But more importantly, and somewhat concernedly, I feel like a smug dick, walking on a cloud. And it was... different. For all my talk about fucking her without restraint, letting go and indulging, what we shared in the gym downstairs was surprisinglysweet.

Sure, I pounded that pussy like it was mine and mine alone, but there was something unique. And it all started when I tasted sweetness on my tongue.

I wasn’t sure of it at first, but when the flavour burst on my tongue, I thought I’d imagined it. Instead of bringing it up, I kept my mouth shut. The last thing I wanted was for things to end.

But then, down on the mats, as I fucked her so hard I saw stars, I latched on. Sucking her nipple to the back of my mouth, and, as she came all over my cock, there it was again. A burst of sweetness, but more of it this time.

I wanted to drink from her, take everything she had to give. Her cum, her milk, her sighs, groans, moans, and touches.

I don’t knowwhatit stirred in me, but there was a gentleness as I swiped my tongue through our releases, her hands carded through my hair, caressing me. Simultaneously, a vice wrapped around my chest, terrifying in its comfort.

“Earth to Nik!” Dimitri calls.

I shake my head. “Sorry, what?”

“I asked what the hell you mean by that. She’s been keeping her distance since Alexei, but that’s to be expected.”

“Maybe she’s not used to seeing people tortured.”But we’ve had the training to deal with it,and for some reason, I’m keeping my mouth shut about it.

“She didn’t bat an eye when you killed the O’Connor in the kitchen. In fact, she was wet as hell.” I tilt my head to hide the expressions as they flit across my face. The realisation smacks me upside the head. I turned her on and left her with Dimitri to reap the rewards.

“Why was it different?” Dimitri mutters under his breath.

I still don’t know why Ellie is here, and while I planned to interrogate her in the gym, all of that fell by the wayside when I saw her beating the fuck out of the bag, searching for an outlet she couldn’t find elsewhere.

“Do you know her secrets?” I ask, unable to keep sitting on this information.

He regards me with a curious gaze, and it takes everything in me not to blurt out she’s an agent. Either Dimitri doesn’t know, or he does, and no matter the situation, I’ll still be an untrustworthy bastard for not telling him from the outset.

Instead of confirming or denying anything, he kicks his feet atop his desk. “I know she adopted this pose when we were out, making herself at home on my desk like she owned the place.” He runs a hand over his chin. “I know what she tastes like and how to make her sob with pleasure.” He lifts a brow. “And I know her history. What more is there to know?”

Her history.

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