Page 3 of Midnight Danger

“Motherfucker!” Jordan exploded when we were outside beside our bikes. “One of his men pissed on my boots last time we saw him.”

He hated any sort of bodily fluid on him—it was professional pride that no one had ever connected him to the dead bodies he left behind, if they were ever found.

“I loved those boots…” Jordan glared off toward the fields surrounding the house.

Ash caught my eye and his lips twitched. For someone who could kill a man a thousand different ways, our friend was very sentimental about his belongings.

“Gotta go, guys,” I said. “Let me know when we’re heading out and who we’ll be while visiting.”

Jordan nodded absently, his thoughts on murder and mayhem.

“You going to The Midnight Rooms tonight?” Ash asked, throwing his leg over his bike.

“Nah, I’m busy tonight. Another time?”

“You better not be getting serious on us,” Ash warned.

“I’ll go tomorrow night. Happy?” If I was going, then Cassandra was meeting me there because I had no interest in letting my dick anywhere near anyone else.

“That’s what I’m talking about!” Ash gave me a shit-eating grin. “You in, Jay?”

“Yeah, whatever. I’ll maybe go and use the computers here to start searching for intel.” He waved in our direction and wandered back toward the house.

“Safe home,” I said, snapping my visor down over my face. Ash gave me a thumbs up when he did the same.

The entire way home to Cassandra’s apartment that red lace tempted me. She insisted that her apartment was her independence, but she slept every night in my bed, whether that bed belonged in her place or mine.

She squealed when my hands encircled her waist, her head tilting and back arching when she realised it was me.

“Hmmm,” she purred as my hand roved over her body. “I thought you were in a meeting.”

“I was.” My teeth bit down on her ear. “Until a sexy minx started sending me pictures of her clad only in silk and lace.”

My hand slid down the front of her yoga pants and under the lace panties she always wore. She stood on tiptoes to encourage my fingers that had found that needy little mass of nerves between her legs.

“Zee,” she moaned when I removed my hand.

“What’s for dinner?” I lifted a lid from a pot to peer inside.

“You,” Cassandra snapped. “If you don’t give me an orgasm right now.”

My lips twitched at the indignant look on her gorgeous face.

“Clothes off and on your knees,” I commanded.

Excitement sparked in her huge green eyes as her clothes were peeled off one item at a time. She sank to the floor in front of me. She wanted me to take her to The Twilight Rooms, so I’d been training her here in preparation since I didn’t want to leave her in the sub rooms where our submissives were trained.

No one touched her but me.

My breath caught and heart stumbled over its beat when her hands landed on my belt. Her eyes never once left mine as my zip descended to release my hard length that was throbbing with need.

My eyes closed as she put her lips to work.

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Chapter Two

Cassandra

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