Page 28 of Orion Ruined

“There was an arms deal that went south. The Delgados were running the deal, and it ended when they killed seven of the Irish gang members.”

“That’s public knowledge,” he snaps. “Give me something I don’t know.”

“There were ten members of the Irish gang there, and three were left alive to spread the news about the Delgados and their bad practice,” I continue. “The Delgados’ profits dipped after that deal and the Slavs took up dealing arms with the Irish.

“Milan still buys a small number of guns from the Delgados, and their requests act as a decoy. He’s the new arms dealer on the streets of New York. He managed to bribe the law enforcement agencies, and the controls at sea and ports have decreased, giving Milan’s syndicate an easy ride by leaving ample space for the global circulation of weapons.

“The Delgados are just there to be harassed by the police because officially, they’re the ones supplying arms to the city. Which tells me that the Delgados never killed those Irishmen in the first place. It was the Slavs.”

Orion takes notes on his cell. When he finishes, he looks up and fixes me with a stare. “Good girl.”

His dark eyes are boundless, deep, and somehow inviting. I want to stroll down the forbidden path and let the wolf find me. I don’t know if it’s me, or if he’s doing something. For some strange reason, I find myself blushing.

“You should be proud of yourself, Maisy. You’ve been a good girl tonight.”

“You don’t know that,” I blurt out. I’m not going to allow him to get to me.

He cocks his head to one side. “I don’t?”

My face burns. He waits patiently, watching me as I become increasingly embarrassed. One of his hands is relaxed on the arm rest, while the other cups his chin as he trails his index finger across his lips.

I avoid looking at him as he stands up and sits next to me on the bed. His hand, the one bearing four large silver rings, lands on my thigh, and with the other he pinches my chin, pulls my face to his, and fixes his eyes on me. They’re so black, the color of rebirth, connecting me to something raw and intense.

“I promise you, you’ve been a good girl. I know.” The last words are whispered ominously, and his hand starts to slide up my thigh but stops way too soon. He pats me on the leg like I’m a little girl. “Get some rest. You’ve had a long night.”

He moves to get up and is halfway to standing when I grab his arm and pull him back down.

We stare at each other. He doesn’t move.

“Kiss me,” I say boldly. I don’t know how else to tell him I want, no, need him.

He closes his eyes for a moment and sucks in air. I’m sure he’s as affected as I am but dammit, he controls himself much better.

He takes me by the wrist and kisses the back of my hand. “You’ve been up all night. You must rest.”

I hold his hand and tangle my fingers with his.

“Maisy…”

“How did you know I was up?”

Black fire fills his eyes and it’s pulling me in, absorbing me into the tornado raging inside him, angry, violent. His nostrils flare. “You just don’t give up, do you?” He looks down at his hand as it lands on my thigh again. His fingers dig into my flesh and move up toward my core, leaving a red trail on my skin. I swallow hard. The moment his fingers reach my panties, his large hand is cupping my cunt, and with the other he grabs my neck, pushing me down onto the bed and pinning me to the headboard. His hand around my throat tightens to an almost unbearable level.

For a moment he watches me as I feel my eyes bulge, before he dives for my lips. I’m powerless to do anything except moan when he devours me with his tongue, kissing me violently and sucking on my lower lip. The muscles clench in my lower belly and I find myself becoming hazy, gasping for air as I anxiously cling to his hand at my neck.

“My touch will both console you and devastate you, Maisy,” he mumbles against my lips as he chokes me.

I nod, still trying to breathe.

He growls, and roughly shoves his entire hand under the band of my panties. My arousal surges. I melt under the sudden flash burn, and open my legs for whatever’s coming.

He cups my folds in his hand and squeezes me in such a way that I try to wiggle out of his grasp, but then he slides two fingers inside me and at the same time bites my lip, holding it there, sucking it between his teeth. I taste a hint of copper in my mouth and moan. His fingers feel so good, but my lips are bleeding and it’s… different. I try frantically to kiss him back, but I’m pinned to the headboard by his huge biceps and solid body, looming over me and consuming my reality, and it’s impossible. He’s playing with me, chuckling as he sucks on my lip, and finger-fucking me into oblivion. I’m becoming hazy as my juices gush.

“You like this?” He smears my arousal over my nub. I nod wildly and buck into his hand. “Enjoy it while it lasts, Maisy, because now that you’re in, the mindfuck I got planned for you will split you in half.” He groans against my lips. “And if that doesn’t, I will.”

“Orion…” I’m on the edge of the abyss, about to fall into some sort of liquid void, when I sense my waves crashing on the shore. It’s started, and I think I’m dying from lack of oxygen, but somehow, I know I’m flying.

“I think you’ve had enough for today,” he rasps, and releases his grip on me. I desperately suck in air. My panties feel empty as he removes his hand and then licks his fingers right in front of my face.

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