“Isn’t it?” He sucks my earlobe into his mouth, his hot breath climbing over my skin making goosebumps erupt on my flesh. I try to move my hips to make him go deeper and forget his stupid question.
“You know how to get what you want, little doe.” He circles his hips, removing his cock. The moment he removes it, a whimper escapes my mouth. “So, fucking needy. You want it don’t you?” He presses the tip of his cock against my clit and my back bows off the wall at the pressure.
“Truth or Dare?” I ask, moving my hips trying to get him to give me what I want.
“Truth.” He answers, still teasing the shit out of me. His hands roam all over my body until they’re seated around my ass, spreading them apart so he can slip all the way back and forth with his cock. The friction is driving me mad.
“Tell me a secret that no one knows, and then maybe I’ll consider your dare.”
He nips at my lower lip, teeth sucking it into his mouth before letting it go with a loud popping sound.
“You’re the only one I’ve ever fucked.” My eyes go wide as he slams into me. “And you’ll be the last, too.”
My brain shatters around his confession, but my body? My body becomes pliable in his hands, needing more.
The awkward quiet boy I remember from Kingston is no more. He’s been replaced by this new intense version, and I can’t say that I hate it.
CHAPTER 20
ACE
27 YEARS OLD
In the morning light,I watch Hazel breathe in and out in a steady rhythm. We spent hours tangled up against each other last night. Exploring each other’s bodies until we physically couldn’t take it anymore.
Her legs were like cooked pasta noodles after the last time, where she asked if I could put my mask back on for her. Happily, I obliged, and now it lays discarded on the edge of her headboard.
Before we leave for New York, I’ll need to stop by my motel room and grab some things. Documents that I’ve collected on my mission to bring down Kyle. According to his calendar that I’ve hacked into, he’ll be at a member’s only club that our father owns. One of his many under the table businesses that he has to help fund his lifestyle and grand ambitions for political power.
Both my father and Kyle are frequent attendees to the club where people who would rather keep their identities secret can enjoy their sexual appetites without fear of being recognized. It’s the perfect place to enact my plan.
Hazel’s eyes flutter open and land on me. Her hand reaches for my chest and traces the letters of my tattoo.
“Good morning, beautiful.”
She groans and rubs her hands down her face. Her auburn hair is fanned out around her head in tangles, looking like a bloody halo. “What time is it?”
“Just after ten.”
“I need coffee.”
Nodding, I get up and offer to make her some. It feels surreal to be freely walking around her place instead of creeping amongst the shadows. Her plants watered, and coffee made, I trot back to her bedroom, steaming cup in hand.
“Thank you.” She says, gripping the ceramic pink speckled mug. Her fingers rub small circles along the dots as if the motion soothes her.
“You’re welcome.”
There is an awkwardness in the air. So many things being unsaid between us in the light of day.
“So…” she starts. “Do you stalk people often?”
I bark out a laugh. “Well, I am a private investigator, so I guess the answer to that question is, yes?”
“A private investigator huh?”
“It pays the bills.”
She takes a sip of her coffee, leaving a small line of milky foam on her top lip. I reach over and wipe it off with my thumb, then suck the taste into my mouth.
