Page 23 of Devil's Rage

Too late, I’d realized I’d let my mask slip as I’d gazed at her, and I schooled my expression with the uncomfortable sense that it didn’t matter—that Sara could see through anything.

Maybe there was no point in taking her to a second location or playing mind games. Maybe I could just get straight to the point and get this over with, then get some fucking sleep. I pulled my office chair over until I could face her and caught her foot when she attempted to kick me in the balls.

“Do you want me to tie your ankles to the chair, too?” I squeezed her ankle, an ankle I’d been hoping to kiss again, and then let it go. She crossed her legs, glaring at me, but I caught a flash ofthat pussy that I’d hoped to sink my cock into. I shifted and tried to send the message that my raging hard-on needed to chill, but her scent, our scent, and her bare legs were too much.

Another reason why I needed to get this over with, quickly.

To my surprise, Sara’s eyes darted to my noticeable bulge, and pink stole into her cheeks before her gaze darted away. My eyebrows lifted. Seemed I wasn’t the only one struggling. At least there was that, even if it could never happen.

Leaning back in the chair, I sprawled a bit, letting my head fall back against the headrest, and my legs stretch out. I was glad I’d thrown a long-sleeved t-shirt on, and wished I’d also stopped for socks, as the strange urge to press my bare feet against the sides of Sara’s came over me.

We sat there in silence for a minute, then another, and I could see the slow dawning on Sara that she was in seriously deep shit—but that she also seemed confused.

She’s good.

“You can just make it easier for the both of us and tell me what I want to know.”

Now her confusion seemed to deepen, and I wanted to ask,why did Hendrix send you? To fuck with me?I’d known he was a sadistic and opportunistic bastard, but not clever. Had he just gotten lucky with sending in Sara as his ingénue?

When I didn’t speak, Sara huffed and rolled her eyes. “What do you want toknow, Daniel?”

What it’s like to fuck that pretty pussy raw and hard until you squeeze every last drop from my big cock. What it’s like to come inside of you while you’re screaming my name.

“How long has Hendrix known about Hyperion?” I asked.

Her face went blank. “Hendrix? Who—I don’t know that person.” Her eyes flicked beyond me and then back. “Is it someone atMoxi?” Her breath sucked in. “Is that what this is about? Iris? Technically, I didn’t use that, and I didn’t break any bylaws, I rewrote enough of the code. I checked.” She almost seemed to smirk. “Yes, I’m that good.”

Now I was confused and worked hard to conceal it. Hendrix in bed withMoxi? No, that would be batshit, the company would never risk dealing with someone as volatile as him. Reputation was everything in such a precarious security game.

“I don’t think either employer would appreciate knowing what you were up to, Sara.”

She adjusted in the seat and huffed, and I could see her mind working fast. “I don’t know or work for any Hendrix.”

“Bullshit.” That word came out fast and angry. “You expect me to believe that—what? A Harvard student working at the top security technology company in the northeast just stumbledupon Hyperion and hacked in? For fucking kicks?” I gave her a brittle, mocking smile. “Or extra credit?”

Sara let out an angry, glittering laugh. “Aw, Daniel, wouldn’t it just bruise your little ego if that was true? Is that why you came up with this little dramatic scenario where your enemy hired me as what—an ingénue?” She snorted as I shifted in my seat. “How unoriginal. I thought you were better than that.”

My jaw clenched and my fingers drummed restlessly on the arm of the chair. “So, you don’t know any Hendrix, but you know he is my enemy. Interesting.”

“Baby, it wasn’t rocket science.” Her chest rose and fell as she stared me down. “You aren’t as mysterious as you’d like to think you are.”

“How long have you worked for Hendrix?” I tipped my head to the side. “Is that where you learned how to suck cock so well? Extra credit?”

Sara’s lips parted and dull red bloomed in her face as real hurt filled her eyes. She looked away and murmured, “I cannot believe I let you touch me.”

That cut deep and I shoved my chair back as I stood up, grabbing her face and forcing her to look at me. “What is Hendrix planning? Why does he want addresses? Bombs? Is he planning a hit on Ty?”

“Bombs—what?” She tried to pull free. “Let me go, Daniel.Now.”

“What part of being tied up and at my mercy in my apartment are you not understanding, Sara?” I asked and tightened my grip as I leaned in. “Answer me.”

“I am not afraid of you,” she hissed and snapped her teeth at me.

“You should be,” I said in a soft voice as I leaned in closer, daring her to try and bite me.

“Why? Because you think you’re a monster?” She gave me a look of such pure incandescent hatred and contempt I was surprised I didn’t catch flame. “Let me fill you in on a little secret, Danny. Monsters don’t typically care if people call them monsters.” Her voice lowered as my eyes went wide and my hand slipped, landing at the base of her neck. “That was a test. I wanted to see how easily I could hurt you.” She leaned in more as a strange, overwhelming buzzing filled me. “Yeah. You gave too much away, tonight. I fucking see you.”

I straightened and moved away, stumbling a bit, dragging a hand over my face. I felt cut open, flayed to the vein and heart muscle, and shivered all over. Fuck, she was good. Was she CIA trained? Or some kind of avenging demon sent to plague me?

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