Her eyes snap to mine. “W-what?”
I step over to her, lazily closing the space between us until I bend down and grip the sides of her chair. She scoots until she hits the backrest, her lips parting as she becomes trapped in my space.
“Youneverthankedme,” I stress the important words, enjoying this cat-and-mouse game. “For our time in the woods or when you were sleeping.”
Her throat bobs before more sarcasm spills from her mouth. “I’m sorry, but I was drugged andasleep. Please forgive me if I didn’t have the chance to say what you wanted me to.”
“You’re not drugged nor sleeping now.” I counter.
Her eyes narrow. “I’m not thanking you for that. Youdefiledme.”
“I made your eyes roll back into your head, Addison. Have you ever cum that hard, hmm?” I trail a finger over her jaw, watching as a full-body shiver wracks her spine at my touch.
But she’s stubborn. Breaking her will be the greatest achievement I’ve ever set out to accomplish.
She regains a little bit of composure, pinning me with a look that could kill. “I’ve had better.”
I hum, nodding as I stand. I walk back to my station, then grab the broccoli and dice it. “When you’re ready to admit what we shared, I’ll be here.”
“Likehell,” she spits.
That fire is sointoxicating.
I never want her to lose that. No other has ever been ableto put me in my place so quickly. If she wants to stretch this game thin, I’m all the more enticed to watch her burn up in my hands.
“Next question,” I muse silently to myself, unable to contain my smirk as I shield it from her.
“Why do you have a tongue ring?”
Her question causes me to shake my head in amusement. Of all the things I expect to come out of that mouth…
“Why do youthinkI have one?” I throw back at her.
“You don’t seem like the type to enjoy piercings.” She says, a hint of curiosity in her tone.
“And whattypedo I have to be to enjoy body modifications?” I lift a brow.
I can practically feel her eyes rolling. “Not anasshole.”
I hum. “There are plenty of people with piercings who are assholes. I lost a bet when Atlas and I were teenagers. I never found a reason to take it out, and it helps with oral pleasure. You of all people should know that.”
“Shut up,” she mutters, but I hear the breathlessness in her tone. She’s thinking about what my piercing can do, and it’s making my cock respond at what could possibly be running through her head. Is she remembering how it circled her clit? How I memorized the motions she liked and kept doing them until she was a panting mess and rocking her hips against my face to chase her pleasure?
Fuck, I want to chase her—push her face to the Earth beneath her and rut her like a fucking animal.
I need to stop thinking about it before I do something stupid.
I clear my throat, shaking my head. “Next question.”
She’s silent for a moment, keeping me on the edge of my seat. Before, the quiet never bothered me. But now? I would fill my house with the sound of her voice if I could. Her idle conversation, her laughter, herscreams. Anything to hear her surround me.
“Those guys called you the leader…” her voice trails.
“I’m the leader of the Midwestern branch. I manage the money, hits, and everything else my assassins need.”
“How are you the leader?” She’s growing curious and antsy, if her constant shifting is any indicator.
“It’s handed down through birthright. I’m the oldest Kingsley sibling, which means I inherited the title.” It’s hard to keep the bitterness out of my voice. Anything that has to do with my old man is like stabbing into slowly healing wounds. One minute, I think I’ve overcome everything he put me through. The next, it’s like gouging open that scar and pulling the tissue straight from my body.
