Page 72 of Taming Seraphine

My throat thickens, and the backs of my eyes sting. I suspected Leroi might be the man to give me my first taste of pleasure, but never dared to hope it would be so intense. I’m breathing so hard that it feels like every pent-up emotion forms a bottleneck at the tops of my lungs. There are no words to describe this euphoria. Part of me feels like I’m orbiting our joined bodies and the other part thinks I’m dreaming because there’s no way a man could make me feel so good with just his hands and a dagger.

Leroi’s lips graze my temple, but I want them to graze my mouth. I would follow this man into hell for another taste of this pleasure.

“You did so well, angel,” he murmurs.

“That was amazing,” I say through panting breaths, my body entirely boneless.

Leroi sets the dagger aside and returns his hand between my legs.

“What are you doing?” I ask, my eyes half-lidded.

“We’re not finished.”

I’m so relaxed that I don’t even flinch when he slides in two thick fingers that open me up with a delicious stretch. He moves them in and out in time with the steady beat of my heart, driving me higher and higher until I’m clinging to his shoulders with both hands.

“Leroi?” I moan.

“You’re going to give me one more.”

His thumb finds my clit a second time, and he works me back into another pleasurable peak. I’m panting so hard that my throat dries and my voice goes hoarse. Two orgasms should be impossible, but Leroi makes me soar higher and higher until I’m nothing but a quivering mess.

“That’s it,” he murmurs into my ear. “Let it go.”

My pussy is still clenching and spasming around his fingers when my body builds up to a second climax that makes me cry out. It’s more intense than the first, with spasms so powerful that they border on pain.

I cling to his shoulders as my orgasm burns me into ashes floating on the breeze. When I come back down, I’m slumped against Leroi’s chest with his large hand rubbing circles over my back.

“Good girl,” he murmurs. “You were so beautiful, coming apart at my command.”

My eyes flutter closed, and I relax into his embrace. He showers me with encouragement and praise, but I’m not naïve. This moment is too perfect to be real. Girls whose fathers condemn them to lives of death and degradation don’t get rescued by white knights.

The first orgasm filled my head with clouds. The second has given me perfect clarity. Leroi might appear protective and caring, but he’s still a man. Sure, he’s better looking and is more skilled than most, but that just means he’s better at hiding his true intentions.

I’m going to enjoy this blissful moment while it lasts and be ready for him when his mask slips.

TWENTY-SIX

LEROI

Hours later, I’m standing beside Miko in the firm’s private shooting range, teaching him how to use a firearm, but I can’t stop thinking about my encounter with Seraphine.

She stands on the far side of the range, clad in a protective face shield and a large pair of earmuffs. Despite the distance, her sweet scent still lingers in my nostrils, and her soft cries still haunt my ears. My balls ache from the release I denied myself as she came apart in my arms.

After she came down from her orgasm, I set her on her feet and wiped her DNA from the crime scene. Though there’s no amount of bleach that could scour my mind of the image of her coming apart for me on that knife.

I disposed of Fiori’s body with a raging hard on. Seraphine stared at the side of my face the entire journey back and neither of us said a word. I thought I could give her what she wanted and remain detached, but there are so many dimensions to Seraphine that she’s not so easy to dismiss.

She’s a killer like me–a kindred spirit with a darkness that rivals mine. Not only that, but she’s beautiful, resourceful, and full of surprises. She could have set me on fire with that fluid, and my body was aroused at the very thought of succumbing to her flames. No woman’s unpredictability has ever aroused me like hers.

If I had known she would be so alluring, I would have refused this unconventional agreement. Being within ten feet of her is an exercise in restraint.

I gaze at her out of the corner of my eye. Her stance is good. Posture straight, eyes focused, yet she still misses the target by over a foot. She’s frustrated, and I can’t blame her.

Capello’s driver was our best chance of finding Gabriel, but he died in the explosions I detonated while escaping the mansion. His closest relative, who he might have confided in about Gabriel’s whereabouts, is a cousin who Seraphine murdered during the poker massacre.

From the tight set of her shoulders, it looks like she’s finally considering the consequences of her actions. Pointing this out right now would be callous.

“What do you think?” Miko’s voice drifts through my ear plugs.

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