When her orgasm hits, she rides it out with one last shudder and a breathless curse. She climbs off of me with a smirk and puts her pants on. “How is that for full attention on you?” she asks.
I chuckle and tug her wrist, causing her to fall on my lap. With my face in her hair I say, “That was perfection.” Then I look at her and smile, cupping her cheek. “You are perfection.”
Those words make crimson appear on her cheeks, and I can’t help but love it.
“You keep saying shit like that, and I’ll forget we’re supposed to be broken.”
After spending time in each other’s arms, Rory returns to her headquarters to meet with Jennifer, and I go to my house to freshen up. When I step out of the shower, I notice my bedroom door is open, even though I shut it before getting inside.
I grab my pistol from the bedside table and point it out into the hallway. “Do you want to get fucking shot? Or are you just that stupid?” I call into the hall.
I’m met with a chuckle and a clanking of a glass from my living room. I wrap the towel around my waist and aim my weapon down the hall as I march toward the room. When I turn the corner, I’m met with a pair of eyes I wasn’t expecting to be in my home—Westley.
I sigh and put my gun on the table nearby. “What the hell are you doing in my house?”
He shrugs and takes a sip of my alcohol. “I have something I need to ask you.”
I motion for him to continue and take a seat on a nearby chair.
He takes another large sip and sits it on the table in front of him. “What’s your deal with the girl from the rebellion?”
I raise my brow. “What do you mean?”
He smirks. “Don’t play coy, Ryven. I saw the way you attempted to protect her from us.”
Of course, he did.I try and play it off. “She’s just an old friend, is all.”
“An old friend, huh? Is that why I watched you fuck her after we left on the fountain?”
His smirk makes me want to punch him square in the jaw. How darehe watch us do anything?I shrug. “Did you enjoy the show?” My chest constricts, and I roll my shoulders. I can’t show him this conversation is bothering me.
He nods slowly. “I did, thank you. Maybe you’ll share your pussy?”
Blood boils to the surface, and I clench my fists. “Why in the hell would I want to share some pussy with you?”
He shrugs. “Because she has a nice ass, and I want a taste. Isn’t it obvious?”
I clear my throat. “Well, I don’t like to share, Westley. You know this.”
He nods. “Maybe I’ll find her on my own and see what she has to offer.”
This conversation is getting out of hand. I quickly get up from my chair and stand in front of him. Looking at him, casually sitting on my couch without a care in the world, only pisses me off more.
“Rory is mine. If you lay a single hand on her head, I’ll fucking gut you.”
He pushes my hand away and chuckles then he stands from the couch. “I don’t understand the allure of her, Ryven. I mean, she isn’t even that good-looking.”
He moves to the fireplace and picks up the first photo on the mantle. It’s a picture of me with the rest of the cult members and our masks on. I glance at the picture on the end of the mantle. It’s of me, Ro and Joey from highschool. Westley was there when Joey was sacrificed, so I’m sure he’ll recognize him in the picture.
I inch closer to it with the intent of pulling it from the shelf but his hand lands on it before I get close enough.
“What do we have here?” he questions, pulling it closer to his face and wiping the dust off of the picture. After a moment, his eyes widen, and he looks over at me. “So that’s the connection.”
I raise my brow. “What do you mean?”Fuck.
He holds it out to me. “She’s Joey’s sister. That‘s why you try to keep her a secret. She was the runner’s sister!” He slams the picture frame onto the ground with a loud crash. “You’re sleeping with the runner's sister. Just wait until Cedric hearsabout this. You’ll no longer be the golden boy.”If he talks, I’m dead.
I tackle him to the ground with a racing heart. No more talking. Cedric can’t know my secret. Not now. Not when I’m this close to succeeding. We scuffle on the floor, and both of us flail our bodies to get the other one pinned. My towel falls free, leaving me naked and wrestling with a man. I groan at the thought of what we must look like right now.
