Page 227 of Heresy

Walking to the bar instead, I wave the bartender away when he asks what I want to drink. I’m not here for that tonight.

Ten minutes pass before I feel a tap on my left shoulder.

Turning, I see Ames behind me, her eyes narrowed on my face as she waves for me to follow her back into the hallway.

We choose a room that’s not taken, tonight’s setup nothing more than a single chair positioned for a man to view the small circular stage in the middle with a stripper pole up to the ceiling.

I close the door behind us and Ames spins to face me.

“We’re doing this again? I thought the deal was over once Brinley was happy.”

Oh, she is mad at me, but then anybody would be. I played a game on her that she never saw coming and forced her hand as only one of my group can.

“Take it off,” I demand, nudging my chin at her corset.

It’s fucked-up how I can’t stand her, yet I can’t get enough at the same time.

Maybe I’m punishing myself. Who the hell knows? But nothing can stop me from wanting her.

Ames shakes her head and crosses her arms over her chest.

“I paid your fucking price, Damon. I lied to and screwed over my best friend because of you. She’s in Georgia right now with that jackass who took her, thinking I’ve filed a missing person’s report for her.”

The truth is we wouldn’t have captured Brinley if it hadn’t been for Ames. Not only did she ensure they would be on that road at the right time for us to force them off it, but she lied to Brinley about filing the report.

It was all to get Brinley to think Shane was just a lucky bastard to catch her. When the entire thing had been staged.

It worked out, though.

Brinley and Shane appear to get along.

What Ames doesn’t know is that I’m taking her to Georgia tomorrow, and I’m here tonight to collect her.

But before telling her that, I have another idea in mind that I can’t stop thinking about no matter how much I try.

“How much this time, Ames? You know I want inside that body of yours, and you know you want me there just as much. Why fight it?”

“Because I hate you for what you made me do,” she answers.

My lips curl. “I feel the same. So take it the fuck off. Might as well drop those shorts while you’re at it, but leave the wings. They remind me just how much of a liar you are.”

There’s pure venom in her stare.

And fuck if it doesn’t make me harder.

I tilt my head in question, knowing full well she wants this as much as I do. Sometimes I think Ames has as much rage inside her as me, and that she has lived a life as screwed up as mine.

She just hides it behind a smile and the bullshit disguise of actually enjoying her life.

Keeping her eyes locked to mine, she slowly undoes the corset and allows it to fall to the floor.

My gaze slips down her body to study her perfect breasts then down lower to watch her slide the tights shorts off her hips and down her legs.

I can’t wait any longer, so I step forward, enjoying how she backs away from me until her wings are trapped between her body and the wall.

One of my hands grips her hip as the other cups the weight of her tit, my thumb rubbing over the tight nipple.

I lean forward and whisper to her. “Touch me, Ames. The way you know I like it.”

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