He took his phone and pocketed it, then swept me into his arms.
“You damned fool,” he grunted into my hair. I could do nothing but shiver in his arms.
My hearing returned, and I was able to focus on the dull smack of a fist to flesh.
Chapter 50
Iwas rendered mute as blood exploded from Bourne’s nose. He was unconscious, jerking from every smack of Sinclair’s foot.
“Fuck. The cops are almost here.” Kyan shoved his phone into his pocket. “Sin.” He didn’t react to Kyan’s shout.
“We have to go, Sin,” I gasped, yanking his arm.
“He needs to die,” Sin snarled, slamming his boot into Darius’ face again. “For everything he did. He needs to die.”
If Kyan hadn’t smashed his chest against Sinclair’s and shoved him back, I wouldn’t have been able to stop him from killing Darius Bourne.
With Kyan handling Sinclair, I went to Elias. On my way to him, I grabbed the pocketknife and crouched. For this next part I needed to not be able to be found. I jimmied the blade against the strap and my skin and sliced through the band. The light on the side blinked and I dropped both the blade and the band, leaving them behind. I got to Elias and pressed against his side,opposite the gunshot wound. Elias swiped his hand across his mouth, smearing the cut on the corner of his lips.
“Let’s go,” he murmured, and he moved with quick strides. I followed, my heels clicking. The music had been cut off. It still sounded loud and crazy, but Elias guided me in the opposite way.
“Is everything else done?” I asked, breathless.
“We put the drug in their cars.”
Enough to heighten the sentence. I was disappointed that it gained more traction than just assault and trafficking allegations.
More dark halls sped past, and then he entered a closet with all sorts of cleaning items. He stepped to the middle and slid his hand over the floorboard. He lifted the latch that blended into the floor and jerked his head for me to get in. I balanced on the toes of my heels as I ascended the narrow ladder to a small room with a few chairs.
Elias followed me, leaving the hatch open.
As soon as both feet touched the ground, he staggered, and I caught his forearm. Elias stiffened.
We were skin to skin. He inhaled sharply.
“I-I can touch you,” he whispered, clasping my face and claiming my mouth. I fought his grip, but he was much stronger. His tongue curled around mine, devouring and claiming. He nipped, forcing a gasp free from my lips. He was driving me crazy with his tongue.
He kissed my cheek. “Fuck, I love you.” Then my jaw. “I love you so much.” Each touch conveyed his desperation as he grasped and squeezed me. Like I would disappear. He crouched and slid his hands under my dress, lifting it to my thighs to hoist me up, parting my legs until he was flush against me.
Without breaking the kiss, he strode, the jostling rubbed my heat against his hard cock blocked by my thong.
“Elias,” I moaned, arching my spine for more friction. He reached between us and freed his cock to slide inside me.
Both of us exhaled, and a shiver wracked my body.
“I’m going to fill you with my seed,” Elias grunted against my ear, gliding his cock into me with hard, controlled thrusts. “You’re always mine,” he moaned. His thrusts were so achingly slow; he pumped into my channel. I could feel every delicious inch of his cock. He was making love to me.
My release was swift and body-encompassing. I shook in his arms, giving myself over to the pleasure, moans and gasps melding with his.
He let out a cry, and tears dampened my cheek where it pressed against his.
“I-I love you,” he slurred and slumped into me. I yelped, my heels hitting the floor with the release of his grip, and I grappled to hoist him upright. One move and he’d topple to the floor.
“Kyan! Sinclair!” I screamed, squeezing Elias harder. Blood dampened his side, pressing into me.
“We’re here, baby. We’re here.” Hard steps approached, and they took Elias’ limp body, lowering him and leaning him against the wall. Sinclair crouched and ripped the shirt open, while Kyan returned to slam the latch down, leaving us in darkness. I gasped, but after a low hum, a dim light turned on. Kyan left the switch to get back to Sinclair’s side.
“Is he okay?” I struggled to push through my tight throat.
