So when the shadowy version of Kane appears in the corner, I know it isn’t really him… but the sight of this dark apparition watching me, those cat-like eyes flickering over my flushed face, down between my legs.
“You… asshole,”I gasp.
Ezekial’s laughter is even deadlier in my mind, and to punish me further, two more figures appear.
I whimper, I can’t help it, and he hisses. “Atta girl, that’s it, let me hear you. Let me hear every little noise.”
Slamming a hand over my mouth, I try to muffle the half-moan, half-shriek that escapes when I come, but then I’m lost to the sensation. Trembling around my fingers, eyes falling shut, the soft sounds tumble out—just like he asked.
Until all that remains are our breaths.
When I open my eyes again, the shadowy apparitions are gone. So is his imaginary touch.
“You’ll have your contract by the end of tomorrow.” Not in my mind, but the words are still a wicked rasp.
And as I come down from my orgasm, I realise there’s spikes of arousal lingering. Was he… did he…?
“Good night, ana mea,” he murmurs. “Sweet dreams.”
The call ends, and I’m immediately flooded with embarrassment.
I just fingered myself while on the phone to Ezekial.LordEzekial. While he went into my mind, made me feel him, made me see…
Fucking hell.
But why was it so… liberating? Knowing I could hide behind our little charade? When I see him tomorrow, the idea of imagining all the things he’ll want to say, while I deny andpretend it never happened… until he tries to coerce me into admitting it, and the ways he’ll coerce me...
I’m getting wet again, when I’ve literally just finished. I need a shower. A freezing cold, ‘get your head straight’ shower and a good old-fashioned mirror-talk.
But first, I grab my phone again.
Me: Our conversation stays between us. Got it?
Ezekial: Yes, ana mea. Anything you need.
I should never have texted him. His warmth seeps through the words, the wall, curling around me, coaxing my fingers back to my thighs…
Ezekial: One word and I’ll be there. You won’t even have time to regret it.
My eyes go wide. How the hell did he know…
Ezekial: I can make that ache go away.
Ezekial: No one will know.
I toss the phone onto the bed and shoot to my feet, glaring at the wall like that’s the problem, before rushing to the bathroom. The much safer, and colder room.
But when I’m in the shower, steam clouding the glass, I swear I hear a low, satisfied groan…
Chapter 29: Sai
Zeek’s on the phone when I flit into his office. His silver gaze cuts to me the second I appear, but I make a show of it anyway, setting today’s coffee on his desk with a slow, exaggerated bow.
“My lord,” I say, voice dripping with mock devotion.
His silver eyes flick to me, then he mouths,fuck you.
I smile, all teeth. “Love you too.”
