I take a drink. The vodka burns. "I think Smoke is using them. Like he's using everyone else."
"For what?"
"Chaos." I set the glass down. "He wants us fighting each other. Blaming each other. While he moves in the shadows."
"And how are we reacting?"
"Exactly how he wants us to." I lean back. "Suspicious. Divided. Questioning our own people."
CHAPTER FORTY
Dmitri
"On your knees," I murmur against her lips.
She sinks down immediately. No hesitation. Her hands reach for my belt.
"Look at me," I command.
Her eyes lift.
I thread my fingers through her hair. "You're so beautiful like this."
She flushes. Her tongue darts out. Wets her lips.
"Did you wear what I told you to wear today?" I ask.
She nods.
"Show me."
She stands. Turns. Lifts the hem of her dress slowly.
There. The rose gold vibrator.
"Good girl." I pull her dress back down. "Back on your knees."
She drops again. Her hands work my belt. My zipper.
When she frees me, her breath hitches.
"You want this?" I ask.
"Yes."
"Then take it."
She leans forward. Her tongue traces the length of me. Slow. Teasing.
I groan. My grip tightens in her hair.
She looks up at me. Those dark eyes holding mine. Then she takes me in her mouth.
Heat. Wet. Perfect.
My other hand finds the controller in my pocket.
I press the button.
