My orgasm built, curling up my spine, pulling at my balls insistently, but I tightened my grip in Hana’s hair, needing to hear her come before I spilt my load. It didn’t take long. She letout a garbled cry, her neck stretching, letting me fuck her mouth harder and sink in deeper. I held her firm as I found my release, knowing she’d struggle to breathe as I came down her throat and that would intensify her pleasure.
“Fucking perfect,” I muttered, my legs weak as all the blood rushed south. I eased out of her mouth, her gasping breath making my body ache for more of her. I tucked my cock away before holding out my hand to find hers. She took it, groaning as she stood. “You good?” I said, my thumb dusting over her lips that were wet and swollen to the touch.
Hana surprised me when her arms wrapped around my waist, and she buried her face in my neck. “So good. How do you always know what I need?” she whispered, as if she was asking herself rather than me, but I answered anyway.
“Because you’re mine, and I know you better than you know yourself.”
50
HANA
I didn’t remember fallingasleep; in fact, I didn’t remember sitting down or placing my head in Roman’s lap, my face nuzzled against his groin like I couldn’t bear to be away from him, but I woke to find him running his fingers through my hair in a methodical rhythm that seemed to be in sync with my heartbeat.
I blinked into the darkness before I spoke. “How long have we been here?” I asked.
“Seven hours.”
“I need the bathroom,” I groaned as I moved, and my full bladder screamed back at me.
“I can’t really help with that, little menace, but I can give you some good news.”
I sat up, instantly missing his touch. “Oh?”
“Yeah, look…” He opened his laptop, the screen glowing in the darkness, making me squint from the sudden invasion of light.
“This is what was on your key. Does it make any sense to you?” He didn’t wait for my reply, and I was glad I didn’t have to lie to him again. “There were two files on there. This was your first, and then there’s this one.” He clicked over to a smaller list.I stared at the screen, knowing exactly what I was looking at. Proof of what I’d done. Of what I’d been made to do.
I glanced up at Roman. He looked tired, his under eyes dark and his brows pinched. Guilt gnawed at my insides because he was only here because of me.
“I’ve had a quick scan through, and I can tell you what, in my professional experience, I think it is, but I want you to explain. No more lies, Hana. What is this?”
I opened my mouth, but instead of my truth spilling out, there was an almighty ruckus on the other side of the door that sounded like heavy footsteps and then banging.
“Roman?” a strangely familiar voice boomed.
Roman smiled and threw me a wink. “Fucking paranoid bastard. I knew Thomas would be tracking me. Can’t help himself,” he muttered.
“In here.”
“Isshein there with you?”
Roman glanced over at me, confusion glinting in his eyes. “If you mean Hana, yeah.”
“She armed?”
“No,” he replied quickly, and I held up my hands, reminding him that the gun was securely in the bag I’d brought. “The place is locked down… I need some sort of code to open the door.”
“Try 2403,” another voice that sounded a lot like Jarrid shouted. Roman stood, groaning as he moved, like a man who had been sitting in the same position for far too long. He used his laptop to light his way as he went to the keypad in the hidden panel. He typed in the number, and the metal door slid back, as did the ones covering the skylights, letting in the light from the moon above us.
My eyes took a second to adjust, and I turned to the now open doorway, the world moving in slow motion as I found threeangry men standing in the doorway, guns locked, loaded, and pointed in my direction.
“What the fuck are you all doing?” Roman yelled.
Thomas lifted his brow, his gaze never leaving mine. “Are you going to tell him, or am I?” The floor shifted, the room spinning as his words registered. When I didn’t reply, he continued, “Shall we start with who owns this house?”
I stayed silent, my mouth suddenly drier than the desert.
“No, got nothing?” He dropped his gun to his side, walking towards Roman and placing his hand on his shoulder. “You good?” Roman offered him a single nod. “Sorry,” Thomas said to him before he turned his attention back to me. “Judge Gilbert Preston owns this place, isn’t that right, Hana?”
