Page 100 of Of Desire And Deception

“Wrong answer.” I fisted her short hair and shoved my cock down her throat, muffling her protests and groaning as she struggled and constricted around my length. “I love it when you fight me, piccola diavola. Let me see those tears.”

Remi’s clear blue eyes watered as I worked in and out of her mouth, working myself toward release. She clawed at my arms, but her whimpers and moans told me how much she loved it when I took her choice away and made her my little fuck toy.

“Fuck, yes.” It didn’t take long for her humming vibrations and the slight scrape of her teeth to get me close. “Suck harder.”

My eyes rolled back in my head when she tried to take over, bobbing her head on my length and sucking me down her throat again and again.

“Fuck, I’m coming,” I groaned, pulling out as I squeezed my cock. “Eyes on my cock. Tongue out.”

I watched her eyes nearly cross as she watched me unleash rope after rope, coating her pink tongue in white. My legs shook as I climbed off her, uncuffing and pulling her to her knees by her hair. She kept her tongue out, keeping everything where I’d put it.

“Look at that. So pretty with my come on your tongue and tears staining your cheeks.” I leaned down, running my tongue over the salty trail. “Stay still for me now. Don’t spill a fucking drop.”

I reached into the nightstand and pulled out Remi’s little pink vibrator, turning it on and palming it as I slid it into her grey sweats and under her panties. She squealed when it touched her clit, and my fingers sank into her wet heat, stroking her front wall. I gripped her throat with my free hand, and she struggled to keep her tongue still.

Remi took less than a minute to come all over my hand, her body shaking. But she kept my come on that gorgeous little tongue.

“Now you may swallow.” I stroked my fingers down her throat, following as it worked to take my release. Then the little minx opened up, showing me she’d swallowed every drop. “Such a good girl.”

“Take your fingers out of my pussy and lick them clean, psycho,” she purred with a smirk. “If I have to clean up after you, the least you can do is clean up the mess I made.”

“With fucking pleasure.” I turned the vibrator off and sucked my middle fingers clean, lapping up every drop of her arousal. “You’re the hottest woman in the world, Remi.”

“When you say things like that, I want to stab you less,” she quipped, dropping to the mattress. “Wrap your arms around me. I want a nap before we go out later.”

I obliged, tucking my cock away and positioning myself behind my wife, holding her against my body. “You make kidnapping, torture, and murder sound like a Sunday afternoon drive.”

“No,” she corrected me. “It’ll be far more fun than that.”

Remi slept straight through dinner, but I couldn’t rest. I cleaned and made some pasta and chicken, then put a plate in the fridge for her. When the alarm went off at midnight, Remi came down the stairs, hair sticking up everywhere.

“You let me sleep in.” The accusation had less impact when she ended it with a yawn.

I handed her a cup of coffee and ran my fingers through her short locks, smoothing them into submission. “I set the alarm. We’re right on time. Do you want dinner? I saved some for you.”

“No, I’m good with a protein bar,” she said, rummaging in the pantry until she found one. She unwrapped it and downed half of it in one bite, swigging coffee to wash it down. She popped the second half of the bar in her mouth and tossed the wrapper, then finished the last of her coffee. “Okay, let’s go.”

I took the cup and washed it, then grabbed my keys. We were both in the zone as we climbed into the blacked-out SUV and headed across Chicago to a neighborhood too nice for an FBI supervisor. I should have had my guys look into financials because as I passed the gated drive and parked further down the block, it was obvious the man made money outside the Bureau.

“Holy shit,” Remi breathed, shaking her head. “There was a rumor Madden came from old money, but that place looks bigger than your brother’s home.”

“Money talks,” I said gruffly. “We’ll enter on the next property and hop the fence. It’ll be easier to get in.”

I helped Remi over the neighbor's fence, then followed her over, sticking to the trees until we were closer to Madden’s place.

“Masks up,” I ordered, pulling mine into place. Remi did the same.

“I don’t see any security,” she said, climbing the fence before I could stop her. No alarms sounded when she touched down on Madden’s grass. “Come on, let’s go. We can approach from the garage side. Fewer windows.”

When I got to the other side, I withdrew my knife, snapping the blade open. Remi reached for her pistol, holding it in the ready position. It screamed government training, but we could work on that shit later. First, we had to get to Madden and figure out how to get him out of there and back to the dungeon.

The yard was quiet and dark as we hurried across, keeping low next to the building and working our way around to the rear entrance. Maybe too quiet, but I couldn’t be sure. I tried the back door, finding it locked. That was more normal. I knelt, pulled a lock pick set from my pocket, and popped the lock.

Remi motioned we should split up, but I shook my head. If she were out of my sight, I would lose focus. I gently pushed her to the left, and we began clearing the bottom floor of the mansion. It took fucking forever to work our way through multiple living rooms, dens, and an office. The kitchen and dining room came next.

Madden liked his dark woods and white walls, like he hadn’t bothered to update the house from previous generations. Generic art decorated the walls, but there wasn’t a single photo of a person, which said a lot about a man. I knew, since I didn’t keep pictures on display in my home.

There was no protection as we crept up the main staircase to the second level, where the bedrooms should have been located. I motioned left, then worked down the empty hall, nearly running into a random piece of decorative furniture topped with fake flowers. Shaking my head, I moved on, opening the first door a crack and finding what looked like a guest room. Empty, simply decorated with white bedding and dark furniture. Next was a bathroom, then another bedroom.

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