Fuck, this woman was exasperating.
I folded my arms over my chest. “Okay. Let’s say you find the person responsible, then what? You can’t take on a group of men on your own.”
A mischievous smile curved her lips. “Of course not.” I waited for her to elaborate, eyes straying to her beautiful bare ass as she turned to face the dresser. “You’re going to help me.” Our gazes locked in the mirror.
“Because I need another reason for Cillian to want me executed.” Not that I was scared in the least, but shit, I was tired. Tired of running. It had been eight weeks from hell. Eight weeks of sleeping with one eye open.
Leni spun back around and held her fingers up, face twisted with amusement. “One, all the times I went easy on you because I liked your pretty face.”
“You stabbed me and threw a knife at said face,” I deadpanned.
She waved me off. “Two, I—”
“Leni, stop. That’s not necessary. But even if I help, that doesn’t improve our odds.”
“We have Santino.”
“We? In case you forgot, you pistol-whipped him unconscious. You’re not exactly his favorite person right now.”
Leni moved past me and toward the open window. “Maybe, but he’d go the extra mile for you.”
I knew she was watching the river. Just as sure as she was lost in thoughts of Melina. What we’d done, and the repercussions we’d brought down on ourselves.
We.
Because at the end of the day, I knew I wouldn’t let her fight this battle alone. And that was as much thought as I was willing to put behind that unnerving reality…for now.
“Okay.”
Leni looked at me and nodded. Her smile had vanished, and in its place was an unreadable expression. Serious.
“On one condition,” I added, trying to lighten the mood as I feared she was about to spiral like she had last night. She didn’t pay me a glance this time, but I knew she was listening, noting her tensed shoulders. “For fuck’s sake, stop trying to kill me already.”
Finally tearing herself away from the view of the water, she grinned and headed into the bathroom, coming to a stop just before the threshold.
“Silas, I want to be fucked before breakfast.”
My pants had never hit the floor so fast.
Twenty-Two
SILAS
Argos, Greece
“Keep that ass up for me.”
Scalding water rained on my back as I pushed Leni’s chest against the shower’s tile. My knee partially covered the drain, causing the water to pool around us. Bubbles formed around her pretty mouth as she panted, still recovering from an orgasm just minutes ago. My own thighs were still shaking, wholly spent from fucking this woman until every drop of my cum was either inside her or running down her chin and thighs.
“Silas… I can’t,” she gurgled into the water that formed around her mouth as I gripped each ass cheek, opening her wider and reveling in how I dripped out of her.
“Look at you, Leni, love, so full of me it’s overflowing. Such a fucking beautiful sight.” I lowered my lips to her pussy, moving just enough so the spray flowed down her tight little hole and over her dripping slit, taking my cum with it.
“Are you going to tongue-fuck me or just stare at it?”
“Baby, I could look at this pussy all day, but you’re right. Come here.” Fingers digging into flesh, I hauled her closer and licked to the end of her ass, the taste of me now on my tongue.
Helena cried out as I gripped her hips tighter and drank from her like I’d never get another chance. But even then, it wasn’t enough. I tugged her closer and punished her sweet little clit, sucking and licking, biting until her thighs trembled, and she was whimpering and barely able to hold her body upright.
