Page 136 of Villainous Intent

I stared at his mask, my breath hitching as his thumb pressed down on my clit.

“That’s it,” he murmured. “Let him watch you make a mess of my hand while he sits there with nothing.”

My hips bucked involuntarily against his hand.

“I like it when he watches,” Cipher whispered, a cruel amusement in his tone. “It makes me want to drag you onto this table and make you scream my name until he realizes he doesn’t even exist to you. Until he sees that you’re nothing but a vessel for me.”

“You’re sick,” I choked out, but I was trembling from the twisted thrill of being displayed.

“Guilty,” he said, grinding his palm against me. “Now, smile for the monster, Sparks. Show him who you belong to.”

With a subtle shift of his wrist, he hooked the edge of my underwear and slid one finger inside me.

“Not one sound,” he ordered. “Bite your tongue if you have to. Your sounds are for me, not anyone else. And definitely not for him.”

I clenched my teeth, inhaling sharply as he curled his finger, hitting a spot that made it very hard to stay quiet.

“Cipher.” I exhaled his name when I was sure I wouldn’t moan, my head falling back against his shoulder. “Not here. Anyone could look over the booth wall...”

“Let them look.” He added a second finger and I barely kept a strangled cry locked down.

He started to pump his fingers. I wanted to hate him for this, for using my body as a weapon in his pissing contest with Baron Ash. I was just a prop to him right now, a way to mark his territory and display his dominance. But I couldn’t muster the rage. Not when his thumb was pressing against my clit. Not when his fingers were curling inside me, hitting that exact, maddening spot over and over again.

He was too good at this. He knew exactly how much pressure to apply and exactly how fast to move so I couldn’t even think.

I tried to swallow down a soft moan and failed.

“Quiet,” he warned again. “You make another sound and I’ll fuck you instead.”

I bit my lip so hard I tasted copper trying to keep the sounds locked in my chest. I could feel Ash’s gaze on us, but it was fading into the background as Cipher fucked me with his fingers harder.

My muscles tighten for the approaching climax and Cipher felt it too. He picked up the pace.

“Come for me,” he whispered.

My body locked up, a silent scream dying in my throat as I came. My pussy clamped down around his fingers and I could feel how hard he had to fight to continue fucking me through the orgasm.

When my breathing finally leveled out, he slowly withdrew his hand.

I slumped against him, boneless and ruined. I was shocked at how little I actually cared that he’d fingered me in public. I liked that he’d done it.

Cipher reached for his champagne flute with his wet hand. He stroked the glass slowly and when he lifted it, there was a distinct, glistening streak of my slickness on it.

He turned his head toward Ash’s booth and raised the glass in a mocking salute.

“Cheers,” he murmured.

CHAPTER 27

CIPHER

Annie tensed beneath my fingers as I traced a slow path along her thigh. The crowd around us roared as Hellhound slammed Nightshade into one of the Spires, cracking the reinforced concrete. Impressive, but predictable. Hellhound always relied on brute strength over strategy.

“Relax,” I murmured. “You’re too stiff.”

“Everyone is watching,” she hissed, her legs trembling as she tried to clamp them shut against my wrist. Her voice was a tight thread of panic, barely audible over the crowd below as Hellhound tore a chunk of debris from the arena floor.

I couldn’t blame anyone for watching her. The League stylists had poured her into a black leather dress that acted as a second skin and left nothing to the imagination and everything to my access. They’d even fastened a collar around her throat, a thick band of leather. It was a bit heavy-handed, a cliché that usually made me roll my eyes at the theatrics of this city, but looking at it now and seeing how it marked her as property... Fuck.