She’s still figuring out where her head is after whatever Anton did to her.
The fantasy I’m jerking off to switches up. Leilani’s on her knees, eyes wide and wet, lips stretched tight around me. She claws my thighs, trying to swallow another inch.
My abs tighten, pure heat swelling behind my ribs, but it’s not the fantasy that undoes me...
It’s the thought of herchoosingme. Her eyes softening when she realizes I’d never cage her. Her voice trembling when she admits she feels safe in my arms.
“Fuck, hellcat...” I bite my fist, muffling a groan as my orgasm detonates and warm cum spatters my stomach.
I ride the aftershocks, still pumping, still groaning, until I’m wrung dry, eyes squeezed shut.
Damn this girl.
She’s been here five fucking minutes, but she’s already taking me apart with every little thing she does. With how she looks, moves, and settles into my life like she’s always been part of it, vacuuming the place, brewing coffee, rearranging the spice rack, and leaving her haireverywhere.
It’s torture in slow motion.
I don’t just want her body. I want her laugh, her anger, her broken pieces. I want every part, no matter how dark. I’m not sure I’ll survive if she doesn’t give me that.
I stay in bed a few more minutes, breathing through the aftershocks until they fade enough for me to function. Once I’m certain I won’t drag my feet, I jump under the shower, rinsing the cum off with cold water before turning up the heat.
It’ll be another long day on the job. Carter wants every scrap of information on Octavius. Taking him down requires a lot of planning. He’s well connected.
Given everything we’ve learned over the past two years, Blaze’s slip-ups, Vaughn and Rhett’s involvement, all the gossip running rampant on the streets, it’s clear Octavius’s aspiration is to climb to the very top of the ladder.
And that means knocking off the man who’s currently there: Dante Carrow.
I doubt Grey would dare try in the near future, but seeing the progress he’s made recently, a solid plan is a must before we make a move. That’s why Ryder’s tapping into old surveillance networks, bugging phones, and whatever else makes him and his laptop skills indispensable.
I’m supposed to play nice with informants and sift through everything Blaze sends. He dumped a load of information on us yesterday, so I have my hands full. Broadway’s on the logistics side. Timelines, locations, the ins and outs of Grey’s operation. Who, where, when, and why.
We need a clear picture of who Octavius Grey is and how he runs his business. Security weaknesses, henchmen rotation, regular meetings, travel plans. There’s so much to do that it’ll take a few weeks before we start planning the actual hit.
And on top of this, Leilani’s occupying my head non-stop, there’s a trip to Chicago coming up soon, and the cherry on top—Leilani’s FaceTime call with Anton.
Though that’s not happening as quickly as I feared. According to Blaze, Anton misbehaved and Grey’s revoked his phone privileges for a week.
To sum up, Carter wants intel, Ryder wants bugs planted, Broadway wants logistics laid out, and I want Leilani moaning my name while she comes on every surface in this apartment.
Team playeris not a skill that can be listed on my CV.
“Morning,” Leilani chirps ten minutes later as I step into the kitchen and freeze in the doorway.
Blood warms in my veins, rushing south, the self-care session Ijustfucking finished nothing but a distant memory.
She’s wearing my t-shirt.
Not just any t-shirt, my favorite. Ten years old if not more, faded from black to a smoky gray, theNothing But Thieveslogo almost unrecognizable. I bought it at a concert so long ago I don’t remember much else other than the fact I was there.
The hem hits Leilani mid-thigh, five sizes too big and yet she looks fuckingeroticwrapped up in something that smells like me.
“Morning.” I grip the doorframe so hard my knuckles pop. “That’s my favorite t-shirt.”
“Oh, do you mind?” She tugs the fabric around her chest, making my mouth go dry.
Do I mind? That shirt is a piece of me and seeing her in it feels likeshe’sa piece of me too. I don’t think she gets it. I don’t think she understands she just marked herself as my property, and I’m two seconds from shoving the point home.
“I found it while doing your laundry.”
