In answer, I coast my mouth along her jaw, nipping at her earlobe and gliding to her thrashing pulse point to sink my teeth into it. “I’d rather torture you. We are in a haunted house.”
“Maddox,” she sneers, grinding into me with a glorious warning.
She’s voracious, and I love it.
“Beg,” I rasp into her sticky skin.
“Fine,” she coos in a saccharine warble that she’d definitely employ before offing someone. “Fuck me, please, Drac, or I’ll knee you in the damn balls.”
My boisterous laugh ricochets off the crooked walls and tinny floors in the small space as I slink my hand beneath her dress, bypass her sopping panties, and thrust two fingers inside her heat to the melody of her delighted moans.
“I’m gonna make you come on my fingers, my tongue, and my cock before we leave this haunted house—a reminder that dreams live and breathe in our nightmares.”
“I can get behind that lesson.” Her retort is breathless and avid as she sprinkles kisses in my scruff. “Is that buzzing against my thigh a vibrator you brought to tease me, your overzealous dick, or your phone?”
I didn’t even notice it, too immersed in piña colada and Caribbean sea. “Grab my phone out of my pocket. But we’ll be going back to the suite to get your vibrator now that you put that idea in my head.”
She huffs a muffled laugh because retrieving my phone is awkward, but the only other option is for me to remove my fingers, and neither of us wants that.
When she manages to snag it, she glances at the screen. “It saysSecure.”
“Fuck. It’s an encrypted call, probably Liam Graves. I’ve been expecting him. I need to take that, baby. Grab my AirPods too.”
She hedges, her question saturated in skepticism. “Why can’t I listen?”
“You can. Put one earbud in if you want, but I can’t blast whatever he’s about to tell me on speaker in here, vacant or not.”
The call ends before she snags the AirPods case from my pocket, but by the time we each have one in, he’s calling again.
That’s not good.
She hits the button for me to answer, all while my fingers maintain a taunting pace and the ever-changing colorful ambient lights illuminate her ardent desire and intrigue.
“Yeah?”
“Hey, man.” Liam’s deep tenor filters through the earpiece. “Got a couple of things for ya. Now good?”
“Go ahead.”
“First,” he begins, “the driver of the truck that was killed turned out to be a contract enforcer, known for taking risky jobs for ruthless families. Same thing we fucking found with the one we interrogated.”
Tessa purses her lips, but she should be celebrating. At least she didn’t kill a specific family’s enforcer. No one will go to war over a for-hire hit man.
But the other piece of information he alluded to is concerning.
“Families, including …” I prompt him to fill it in.
“Yeah. You guessed it,” he sighs. “Both the Lunds and the Makarovs.”
“Shit,” I hiss before something strikes me, a hunch I considered early on. “You think they’re working together?”
“They are now,” he confirms, “which brings me to the next piece of news. I managed to get a tap on Dimitri Makarov.”
My eyes shoot to Tessa’s, whose are alarmed, even while hooded from my languid pumps into her weeping pussy. Both of us know a tap on that family would be near impossible.
“Impressive,” I commend him.
“Well, it pays tobethe people in high places,” he boasts, with a subtle nod to his secret society ties with KORT. “There’s something I picked up last night that I think will be of interest to you. Are you somewhere you can listen?”
