“Fuccckkkk,” I groan, “Eyes on me, kitten.”
Dark eyes latch onto mine as my hips continue to work. “Come for me,” I demand, “Let me feel you.”
Her brows lower as I thrust harder and drop my hand to her clit, giving her that stimulation I know she needs. She jerks under me, a gasp leaving her but like the good girl she is, she keeps her eyes open, and I get to watch as she shatters for me. Her pussy spasms around my cock, squeezing me so damn tight and I snap. My teeth grind as I come, head dropping to watch as I fill her up, pumping my hips to get every last drop of pleasure.
Gently, I pull out of her, pressing a kiss to her forehead before I roll off. She remains lax on the bed, watching me move with just flicks of her eyes. I head into the bathroom and quickly clean up, ready to get a warm washcloth to help her but she’s followed me in and turns on the shower. She strips out of her clothes,the crotch of her shorts soaked with us, but my eyes are focused on the drip of come currently running down the inside of her thigh.
She doesn’t appear to notice me looking, not when she spins, giving me a view of her perfect ass before she climbs into the shower.
Fuck me. She’s going to kill me.
Shaking my head to try and clear it, I leave her to shower and crouch, opening the cupboard beneath the sink in search of the missing laces for my shoes.
It’s while I am rummaging through the clutter that I spot the red bottle hidden at the back. Pulling it out I stare in confusion before I stand and turn to Olivia.
“Olivia,” I call loud enough for her to hear me over the water. She pauses and pops her head out the door, water dripping down her face.
“Why the fuck is there ketchup in our bathroom?”
A beautiful burst of laughter erupts from her, and she continues to laugh and not answer me as she resumes her shower. Shaking my head, I put the ketchup down and locate my laces, leaving her in peace to lace up my sneakers.
“Olivia!” Louis greets her with a big grin, putting a huge plate of food in front of her. “You didn’t eat last night!”
“Sorry, Louis,” She smiles at him gratefully, taking her seat next to me. “This looks great!”
“How do you feel?” He asks her.
I leave them to their conversation as I read the paper and drink my coffee. We got no information from Connor last night and my last hope was hanging on Dean hacking the guy’s phone. We have two, from both the guys that attacked Olivia, but they’re under lock with some incredibly tough tech to get through which tells me they might have the information I need to locate exactly who it was that targeted my wife.
I need that damn evidence.
Putting down the paper, I pull out my cell, leaving the room to dial Dean.
It’s not even been twenty-four hours, so I doubted he’d have anything.
“Malakai,” He answers on the third ring.
“Anything?”
He sighs, “The encryption is strong,” He explains, “It has several layers that take time to get through.”
“What do you need?”
“Honestly?”
“Yes, Dean,” I grumble.
“I need a whole fucking team. Know anyone?”
“Not that I trust,” I admit. With the council riddled with traitors, I don’t know how far the betrayal goes. How many are corrupted?
“Exactly,” Dean says, “It could take days, Malakai, if not weeks.”
“We do not have weeks, Dean.” I glance back to Olivia, her shoulders shaking with laughter at something Louis just said. “We barely have days.”
“We will keep her safe, Kai,” he says as if reading my thoughts.
“I’ll kill them all if I have to,” I warn him, “But if I can avoid a mess, I will.”
