Page 57 of Rogue Villain

I inhale sharply through my nostrils as I grit my teeth. “Do we think he’s the one who attacked her?”

“Not a hope. He’s consistent in his desire to protect her. Even goes so far as to mention punishing the one who hurt her.”

“He can get in motherfucking line.” The words are murmured before I realize I’d even thought them.

A knowing silence echoes down the line as I roll my eyes. “Did I or did I not tell you to get to the point?”

“I’ve begun a tracking process to narrow down who sent the emails, and I’ve installed a whole new security system in their house on Long Island.” He takes a breath, expelling it heavily. “So far, he’s covered his tracks to perfection,buteveryone fucks up. It’s only a matter of time.”

I nod in agreement before hanging up with a deep frown. The idea of someone clearly obsessed with Wren has me more than a little on edge, and it’s with that in mind I open the CCTV footage streaming to my cell.

I find her almost immediately as she pads slowly from the kitchen into the clothing-filled studio I’d had Ford organize within hours of her arrival. I’d guessed her sizing quite accurately, but Ford had been granted the privilege of placing everything within.

I flip the feed to the camera inside the studio as she begins to look through packages labeledVictoria’s Secret.

With my thumb ready to swipe the footage away, I note underwear Iabsolutelydid not approve of, intent on having a serious conversation with Stacey at Bergdorf’s. Then Wren tugs her loose T-shirt over her head and tosses it to one side, making any and all irritations cease to exist.

My throat works uselessly when her flawless tits are exposed to my enraptured gaze before she covers them with a black satin bra. Then she stands before the mirror, twisting this way and that as she takes in the fit.

Her skin is unblemished, and my palms itch as I recall how soft it is to touch. My eyes are fixed on the curve of her waist, knowing I can easily span it with my hand.

She pouts seductively before running her palm down her chest and cupping her breast, murmuring, “Like what you see?”

Fuck yes!

Then she throws her head back, laughing at herself. “You’re an idiot, Caputo.”

She snorts, and then nods sharply at her reflection in the mirror. “But it’ll do the job.”

It’s perfect, little bird.

And I want nothing more than to rip it from her body with my goddamn teeth.

As my cock strains against my pants at the image in my mind's eye, I quickly adjust myself, relishing the friction of my palm against my needy erection.

My breath hitches in my throat when she slips off her leggings and panties in one fluid movement, kicking them to one side with a delicate sweep of her foot.

I’m treated to a flash of her bare pussy before she covers it with the matching satin panties, and my groan of disappointment fills the office.

Giving herself the once-over, she begins looking for something else, clearly to complete the ensemble for whatever reason, before her cell rings from somewhere else in the apartment.

I follow her almost silent movements through the kitchen, down the hallway, and into her bedroom, where she grins when she checks the caller.

“Hey!”

She begins to pace, giving me a spectacular view of her exquisite body as she speaks with her caller.

“Yes, Operation Provocation is being ramped up. I’m in the middle of finding the perfect one. Do you think he’d prefer me in black?”

My nostrils flare at the thought of anyone else seeing her like this, and I make a mental note to have Ford and Jules watch her even more closely.

“Okay, okay. Don’t have a coronary. I’ll let you know what happens. Night, Elodie.”

Then Wren leaves her room, cell in hand, but her feet come to a standstill in the hallway, her eyes fixed on my closed bedroom door. A slow smile blooms on her full lips as she closes the distance and walks right into my bedroom.

In the split second that it takes to flip the feed, she’s flopped backward onto my bed, onto the silky black sheets I’d put on fresh this morning. And she’s looking altogether too fucking tempting.

My heart stills in my chest when her left hand palms her breast as her right slides down along her body, disappearing beneath the black panties.

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