While he hadn’t divulged his partner in crime, the bug I’d planted at his place the day I visited with Remo, revealed a lot more information than we bargained for. Turned out, Rex Wheeler was not only Nathaniel’s cousin on his mother’s side but also a biochemical engineer working for the government. He and his team had developed a virus that once ingested could turn the consumer’s inside to ash. It started with the liquid in the body, drying it out before eating into the organs, slowly shutting down the system. The irony, it looked like water, tasted like water, and wouldn’t disintegrate in the purification process. Nathaniel and his team of degenerate fucks planned to infiltrate specific bottled water distributors with certain targets in mind.
To avoid suspicion, Rex had stolen the information in increments but needed all of it to recreate the virus. I’d have to watch him like a fucking hawk.
Fifteen minutes later, I pulled into the parking lot of the building opposite Ishara’s place. Another three and Declan was letting me into the surveillance apartment. “Anything?” I asked.
He jerked a thumb over his shoulder. “She’s just walked into the apartment and singing your praises.” He grinned. I walked over to the scope he’d set up. “Take over. I’m going to crash for an hour.” I nodded, not bothering to look at him. My gaze riveted on the girl who’d captured my attention with a simple hi. Placing the headphones over my ears, I adjusted the volume on the computer.
“Don’t laugh. I got all wet and thought I might’ve peed my panty when he was holding me. Is that freaking normal? To get so wet from being held.”
“My sweet, innocent Ria. Were you that turned on? Aroused? What were you doing when that happened?”
I listened in, then grinning, I pulled off the earphones. “Ria,” I said the name out loud, liking the feel of it on my tongue. “Sweetly innocent.” Just as I thought. She had no fucking clue what I intended doing to her. Call me insane, call me a perverted fuck, but that girl had stirred emotions in me I couldn’t explain.
I’d fucked plenty of willing women to the point where I got bored with their quick acceptance and gave up on sex for a while. Yet that girl, her innocence more so, her uninhibited response had me falling like a goddamn anvil—hard and heavy.
She turned me on to the point I could’ve taken her right there and not given a fuck about anyone. Every inch of her screamed ‘fuck me.’ From those short blue nails I envisioned biting into my shoulders to those long shapely legs I imagined wrapped around my waist.Christ.Even if I wanted, I couldn’t ignore that there was just something about her that had my entire body tensing at the thought of having her under me. I sniffed my shirt and the distinct smell of her perfume, lavender with another subtle hint I couldn’t decipher, reminded me just how long it’d been since I fucked.
Strangely, up until that moment she tapped my shoulder, I’d never considered a meaningful relationship with anyone. There wasn’t time, more importantly, I didn’t think it fair that a woman would have to live like a fly caught in a dangerous web of lies. Because it was all I could offer her, for the moment. Perhaps Ria would make me the perfect partner. I could see myself telling her the truth.
Lust aside, I was thankful that I’d been the one to meet her and not Nathaniel. God alone knew what that bastard would’ve done to her. As I thought about it, I now figured out how he lured young girls into his sick world. Rex was Nathaniel’s spotter and while he might’ve used Ria to deliver the memory card. This was their MO. Rex found the girls and then set up blind dates with Nathaniel. That meant Ria was only safe until the second delivery took place.
“What about you Ishara? Are you innocent or helping Rex lure Ria?” I placed my eye against the scope again and slid the headphones back over my ears. Rex was pissed which meant Nathaniel hadn’t told him about me yet and that made me curious. What was the man up to or was he testing Rex’s loyalty as well? In terms of biochemical warfare, Rex had a goldmine in his hands and Nathaniel probably knew it.
Ria disappeared and I swung the scope around, searching. She stood at a window with her gaze focused on the stars. I zoomed in and the smile on her face widened my lips. Then she stepped back and with her arms spread out, her head thrown back, she spun around, laughing.
“What’s got you so happy, baby girl?” I continued watching as she stopped spinning then stood in front of the mirror sliding the dress off her shoulders. The curve of her hip halting its descent. Next, she removed her bra and I hissed in a breath when she turned slightly, my eyes latching onto her full breast and the dark brown nipple. I felt like a fucking pervert, but fuck, she was beautiful.
As if discovering her beauty for the first time, she turned her body from side to side studying it. About to draw back from the scope, her palms on her breasts, stopped me. Her tentative exploration told me she hadn’t experimented this much before, and I was desperate to know what she was feeling right now. She rolled her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, slow at first then squeezing harder. Her lips parted slightly, she threw her head back, drawing my gaze to the long arch of her neck. I could feel the taste of her smooth skin against my tongue as I imagined running it along her neck. Releasing her breasts, she stuck her thumbs in her dress at her waist and began shimmying out of it. Before she could expose any more skin, she moved, disappearing for a bit.
When she returned, her slim body was covered in a loose-fitting white t-shirt. The dark outline of her nipples teased my eyes from beneath the thin material. My gaze dipped lower, and the shadow of her pubic hair also visible had me clenching my jaw at the thought of burying my mouth between her thighs. My heartbeat picked up as I traced the shape of her body. She turned slightly while slipping on panties and I wanted her to leave them off. I balled my fists at my sides wanting to touch her, to let my fingers learn every curve of her body.
If someone asked me right now, what the fuck I was doing watching a young girl. My answer would be fuck knows.
She jumped on the bed and laid still for a moment. The position of her bed gave me a full-length view of her body. She rolled from side to side like she was searching for a comfortable spot. I chuckled, understanding her frustration. I didn’t think she understood what her body was feeling right now, though. The restlessness of being touched and wanting more, of being kissed and wishing it would go on and on, of being held and wanting the feeling to never end. Because as fucked up as it sounded, that’s what she’d done to me with just a look. The girl didn’t know the power she held in influencing a man’s head, his heart, and his cock.
Finally, she settled on her back and stared up at the ceiling. I waited for her to switch off the room light, but she didn’t. “Sweet dreams, baby girl.”
About to move away, once more her movement arrested my gaze. I stopped. Her right hand with those sexy blue polished nails was gliding over, first her left breast, her forefinger circling the nipple before moving to the right breast. I stared, fascinated by the sight, waiting to see how far she’d take it. Her left hand moved to slowly lift her t-shirt, exposing creamy thighs, white cotton panties and a flat stomach that quivered when her right hand slid over it, heading downward. She parted her legs slightly, giving me a perfect view of her pussy. Even though it were covered, I closed my eyes imagining what her pussy would look like, bared for my mouth.
I opened my eyes to watch her right hand disappear beneath the edge of her panties. My breath caught in my throat for just a second, my imagination running wild, my cock so fucking hard, it strained against my zipper begging for freedom.
“Fucking hell, Ria, what are you doing to me?”
Tiny bumps of her knuckles, their movements circular, taunted the cotton fabric. I flexed my fingers at the thought of my hand covering hers, guiding it, teaching her when to press down harder, on her clit, when to pull back. How I’d move our hands further down to her dripping pussy, rolling it through her wet slit, coating our fingers in her arousal. How I’d slip our forefingers into her pussy and her soft moans filling my ears. How she’d arch against that touch. How she’d lick our fingers when I brought it up to her mouth, letting her tongue slide and curl around our wet digits, tasting her sweet juices.
My cock jerked and my body shook.Fuck.I dropped my gaze away from the scope, breathing hard. Sweat beaded my brow. I’d never been this fucking aroused before. I should walk the fuck away. Pretend none of this happened. Regardless of my inner chaos, I needed to see her finish, witness her flushed features as she came. Stupidly, I looked through the scope again.
Her legs raised slightly at the knees, her toes curled inward, she laid there, her body tensed, ready, anticipating as her hand movement became frantic beneath her panty. Her bottom lip tucked between her teeth, her chest rose and fell in quick succession. As if I was right there, next to her, my body tensed and I watched fascinated, my eyes glued to her every move, missing nothing. Finally, her body arched, her hand stilled, and her lips parted in a small cry as she came. The look on her beautifully flushed face had me closing my eyes, my cock weeping against the material of my briefs. I let out a soft groan. When I opened my eyes again, I grinned. With one hand on her brow, her erratic breathing easing, she giggled as though she’d just done something mischievous.
Shaking my head, I stepped away from the scope. “Goodnight, Ria.” I blew her a kiss before heading for the shower where I knew my latest hand job would leave me unsatisfied.
I wanted Ria and I planned to take her. She just didn’t know it yet.
