My eyes flutter shut and a deep groan leaves my lips. She’s so tight and so wet for me. Her hips pick up the pace until I hear handcuffs click shut and tighten around my wrists. My eyes snap open, meeting her gaze as her lips are a breath from mine.
“How does it feel to be cuffed, Agent Solace? To be blind-sided and out of control? I can have you any way I want now. What shall it be? Hmm?” She nips at my neck before placing soft kisses down my throat, creating goosebumps all over my body.
She sits back up, picking up the speed as she rides me hard. Her hands go down to her nipples and gives them a pinch before traveling down her stomach to her center. She rubs her sensitive spot and a gasp leaves her beautiful lips.
“Fuck, Solace. You feel so fucking good,” she cries out in pleasure.
My cock hardens even more, watching her take what she wants. The way she comes undone while riding me ignites the need to take away her dominance. To teach her a lesson for trying to end things between us.
“That’s it, baby girl, ride me. Enjoy your temporary high, your temporary control.” I use all my ab strength to rise up into a sitting position and her arms clasp my shoulders for support.
With a swift movement, my cuffed arms come over herhead to the other side of her and I use my hips and flip us so I’m towering over her. Her eyes widened with shock.
“Be a good girl, and turn yourself around so you’re on all fours. Guide my cock back inside you,” I growl.
She does so and as soon as her hands wrap around me and guides me to her entrance, I slam into her causing her to whimper. With my cuffed wrists, I bring them to her neck, pulling her against me. I apply just enough pressure so she can still breathe but she struggles against me. I thrust my hips faster, harder into her. My room fills with our moans and slapping of our bodies.
“Come with me, baby girl. I want to hear your scream,” I demand. And within moments, we both hit our climax and she screams, obeying my orders.
We collapse for a moment trying to catch our breath before she reaches over to the nightstand and grabs the keys. She unlocks the cuffs, freeing me. Now that the high is worn off, my wrists are raw from the rubbing and pressure on them. Gently, I remove myself from her and head to the bathroom and grab a cloth, rinsing it with hot water. Returning back to the room, she’s still laying in my bed where I’d left her. I wipe the cloth softly between her legs, cleaning her off before I return and tuck her in.
“Let me be your star that you search for when you're trapped in the dark shadows. I’m not going anywhere. I’m yours, Celeste,” I declare to her as I climb into bed and pull her to my chest.
She leans into me this time, allowing me to hold her. All the fight she had earlier dims away.
“My father died when I was away on a trip. I didn’t get to say goodbye. He was the only person who could keep me grounded, keep me from losing myself when the lifestyle we live tends to drown you out. Violence always seems to be theanswer when you want to try to feel something other than sorrow. It's the adrenaline, the rush of being in power. I don’t let anyone get close to me because they prove to me every single time that they can’t be trusted. That they’ll turn their back on you when they have their fill. Don’t break my heart, Solace,” she confesses before her breathing evens out and she falls asleep.
I got you, baby. I’ll never break your heart. I trace my fingers along her arm, feeling her soft skin. There’s only so much one person can handle and she shouldn’t have to bear it alone. She needs me as much as I need her. Call me crazy, but fate brought us together for a reason. Two broken people found each other to make each other whole again.
“I will go to the end of the world for you, Celeste. I will work with the devil if it means that I keep you forever,” I declare even though she’s already passed out cold.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CELESTE
“A military operation involves deception. Even though you are competent, appear to be incompetent. Though effective, appear to be ineffective.”- Sun Tzu, The Art of War
It’s been a few days since my little visit with Alaric. A little visit is definitely an understatement. I agreed to speak with him to hear him out with the full intention of ending things between us but fate had other plans. He wouldn’t let me go and a part of me truly didn’t want to either, if I’m being honest with myself. He confessed that he too has demons he holds, that he’s taken a life without regret, that he’ll be the light when I’m blinded by darkness. I doubt he knows the full extent of my identity but time is ticking until it’s revealed.
A name tied to a Mafia kingdom doesn’t confirm the sins I’ve committed. For all people know, I’m a saint who goes to church every Sunday. How much is he willing to risk for a woman he just met? Lying in his arms that night felt comfortable, felt like we belonged. He pretty much announced that I’m his and he’s mine. For now, I’ll push the uncertaintyaside and enjoy the ride. There’s more pressing matters that need my full attention.
Blinking at the sound of the elevator chiming that it’s arrived at the destination, I take a deep breath and slide on my mask of cruelty, cunning, and dominance. Stepping through the doors, I make my way through the office. Some avoid eye contact and the more tenured employees greet me with a quick good morning.
Entering my office, I let the door shut behind me as I make my way behind the desk powering on my computer. I send a quick text to Antonio, Larson, and our tech guy, Samson, to come to my office to see if we have an update on the bastard who took Samantha. The more days that go by, the more I risk her life and I can’t let that happen. I can’t let another little girl lose her mother.
“Good Morning, Ms. Halsey.” My assistant, Angela, peeks into my office. “I have a coffee for you, Carmel Macchiato iced with extra caramel.”
Oh, she’s going to be my new favorite. How she knew this is one of my favorite drinks, I don’t know but I’m grateful someone pays attention.
“Thank you, Angela, that was very kind of you.” I give her a genuine smile.
The poor girl is terrified of me, especially since she hasn’t gotten to know me very well.
“There was a message left for you this morning from Mr. Albert with forensics. He said the report is ready for pickup. Would you like me to go fetch it?” She places my coffee on my desk along with a note.
I’m hoping it gives me something. I need answers so I can figure out how to deal with the traitor and also my feelings. Maybe I’m over thinking it and my senses are wrong, but nothing about my father’s death seems right.
“That would be great. Make sure no one else gets their hands on it and bring it straight to me,” I demand. She nods her head tentatively.
