Or I’ll behertoy.
Either way.
I win.
Toni slithers toward me like a rattlesnake, and I let her bite me. I buck my hips as she slides my panties off, tossing them to the side, and then I lay there naked and ready to become her feast.
Her lips and tongue and teeth drag against the apex of my thigh, and I moan, squirming under her control. Her fingers are delicate, much more calculated and thorough than any partner I’ve had before. She touches me like I’d touch myself. She knows my body. She knows what I want.
Her hot breath fans against my skin, against my sex, and then she surges forward, devouring me, so starved, so beastly, and so fucking stupid.
I drag my fingers through her tangled curls, holding her in place, making her deepen the pressure. That’s right, Toni. Own me. Take me. Consume me until you cannot stand. Until you cannot walk. Cannot talk. Cannot see. Cannot fucking breathe.
Enjoy yourself, Toni. Drink in my poison. For come tomorrow, I won’t be the one chained to a fucking mattress.
You will.
THE BUYER
QUINTON
“They sent another video last night.”I tilt my phone toward Damon as we ride the lift to the front desk of The Golden Lotus.
His tightened expression mirrors my own as he stares at Emery on the screen. She doesn’t look nearly as disheveled. Her wounds are healing. This time, her words were clear. The only thing she says is that we have twenty-four hours. The clock is counting down, but thankfully, we’ve got the benefit of time zones on our side. An extra seven hours.
I put the phone away as the doors ping open, and I brace myself for impact. “Let’s hope we’re not swarmed by armed guards.”
“We’ll be fine,” Damon says coolly, straightening his posture. “The diamonds are already on the jet. And Sherri… Well, Sherri knows she needs to play her role convincingly.”
I glare at Damon. “What role is that exactly?”
Damon didn’t disclose the aftermath of their evening together. Once those diamonds hit the floor, and Damon’sbedroom door snapped shut, I took the jewels and ran. It wasn’t until three hours later that Damon showed up in my suite and told me our plan was successful.
I don’t count last night as a victory. Not until we’re back on the jet, in the air. Until then, we’re still treading dangerous water.
“Heads up,” Damon whispers as Han and Pei Li hover by the front desk, both men wearing an unreadable expression. “Relax, Q,” he adds, sensing my unease. “Nothing is wrong. Just smile.” As we approach the brothers, Damon grins. “Gentlemen, good morning.”
“There is nothinggoodabout this morning,” Han grumbles.
I can practically hear Damon screaming at me with his eyes not to react.
“Is something wrong?” I ask casually, gaze shifting between Han and Pei.
Pei nods over our shoulders, sighing. “Why don’t you ask Mrs. Li?”
We all crane our necks toward the clicking of heels, and my eyes widen, my stomach dropping to my arse. Jesus Christ. Sherri Li makes her way toward us, her left eye bruised and busted, a couple of scabs marking her cheek.
A surge of anger courses through me, and I shoot Damon a hardened look, my voice low and dangerous. "What the fuck did you do to her?!"
Damon shakes his head dismissively, spitting through his teeth, "Nothing. Shut up." I open my mouth, but Damon shoots me an ice-cold glare. “Don’t.”
As Sherri stops in front of us, Pei’s eyes soften as they rake over her face. "How are you feeling, Sherri?"
She glances down at her feet, her voice barely above a whisper. "Sore and embarrassed." She swallows hard and liftsher gaze to Damon, and my spine stiffens as she says, "I was robbed last night. I went for a cigarette outside and..."
Before she can continue, Han interrupts. "We’re checking the CCTV footage, but it appears the tapes were wiped."
I glance at Damon, suspicious. What the hell did he do?!
