“We good?” I ask Digits cautiously.
He stares hard at me, but finally nods. “We can’t keep this from Ash and the others for long. I’ll give you a week; then you need to come clean with them. For your sake, brother.”
I dip my head, acknowledging and accepting the limitations that come with his assistance.
“We’ll always have your back, Army. Even if it’s to save you from yourself.”
But I don’t need them to save me from anything. Because now that Leeva is back, I feel alive again in a way I haven’t for years. And I vow that I’ll bring her back home where she belongs.
With me.
Chapter 18
Leeva
Isitonthebed in my hotel room, staring at the dress hanging on the closet door. It’s gorgeous…and completely scandalous.
It’s a sleeveless, crimson-red gown made of delicate, hollowed-out lace; however, all my lady bits would be covered. The slit comes up so high that any sudden move would reveal my pussy, though. And the front plunges decadently deep, the material barely covering my nipples.
I’ve been staring at the dress for the past thirty minutes, trying to tell myself that I’m not putting it on. And I’m definitely not going to wear it to Hedon.
I’mnotgoing to Hedon at all.
No. No. Absolutely not.
I’ve resisted the urge for two days. I’ve hardly left my hotel suite, stealing away like a recluse, because each time I do leave, I have to fight the insane urge to go to Hedon.
I’ve thought non-stop about my masked man. My wolf.
I’ve dreamt of him, feeling like he’s physically present, whispering filthy thoughts into my ear and ejaculating on me. I wake up intensely aroused.
I want him so badly that when I wake, I feel like my skin is coated in his cum. I swear I can even smell his phantom scent on me when I shower, and it mixes with the smell of my own arousal. It’s heady and intoxicating.
My phone rings, startling me out of my lustful thoughts with a jolt. I lean over to grab it. Seeing who is video calling me, I double down on pushing away all my inappropriate thoughts. Talking, especially on video, with my stepdaughter while those thoughts linger is not on my bingo card today, thank you very much.
“Hello, Urs.” I greet her with a smile. “Always the early bird. How are you doing?”
It’s almost nine in the evening here, but it’s early morning in Berlin. She’s already at her desk, looking sharp and posh, her blonde hair sleekly pulled back.
To most, she’s an ice queen, but her blue eyes soften as she smiles at me. “It’s good to see you. We miss you.”
“Did your brother get you to call because he’s worried about me?”
I talked to Keifer again yesterday, and he didn’t like that I was hiding away in my suite. Of course, I couldn’t tell him the real reason I was essentially barricading myself in here.
“Hiding from your problems won’t solve them, Leeva. And I know you staying in that hotel room isn’t just about hiding from the ghosts of your past.” She steeples her fingers under her chin and commands, “So tell me what’s really going on.”
A blush slowly blooms over my skin, and I try to make it stop while I avoid thinking about, let alone looking at, that scandalous dress.
“Why are you blushing?” Of course she picks that up immediately. “Oh my god, that’s your ‘please stop talking about sex around me’ blush.”
Ursula is very sex-positive, sexually liberated, and extremely comfortable talking about sex. She liked to bring up the topic because she enjoyed how it made me squirm. She’d always poke fun, trying to get a rise out of me about ‘banging her dad,’ even though both she and Keifer knew that Luthor and I had more of a companion relationship rather than a romantic one.
“Did you have sex?” Her brows shoot up. “Holy shit, is the guy there right now? Is that why you’re not leaving your hotel room?”
“No,” I choke.
She frowns. “Then why are you refusing to leave your hotel? If you keep this up, Keif and I will be there in twelve hours.”
