Page 30 of The Sinners Gambit

I’ve been pacing the length of my bedroom ever since I left my little firecracker with the idea in her head. I can just check to see if she found the toys. Okay. That’s not too invasive.Can I even gauge the ethics of being intrusive when I’ve been infiltrating every aspect of her life for months?

“Fuck it!” I say, opening up the security app. “I can just see if she found them. Nothing else.”

My hands go clammy as I pull up the right camera. My breath catches in my throat. Naomi has changed into a bathrobe and is sitting on the bed with the two toys I left in the dresser in front of her. They’re both waterproof vibrators, but one is suction based.

She’s staring at these toys like they’re her saving grace, but also the world's hardest math equation. “Just use them, firecracker. I know you want to,” I say to the phone, not that she can hear me.

I see her lock eyes with the very camera I’m using, as if shedidhear me. She picks up the big black vibrator and nudges her bathrobe open enough to give her access. Unfortunately, not so open I can see anything.

She continues to stare at the camera as she turns it on and places it on her core. Because I have the audio turned up, I can hear that Naomi’s playing with the different rhythms at first, toying with herself and me.

“Fuck!” I yell, feeling all the blood rush to my dick.

She swirls the wand up and down, building the tension. Not able to take it anymore, I unclip my belt and open my jeans with one hand. I lie on the edge of my bed once I’ve moved enough of my jeans and underwear down to give me access to myself.

I stare at my queen as she stares back, almost as if we’re daring the other person to keep going. I go at her pace, stroking my entire length. I adjust the strength of my squeeze based on the noise her vibrator is making. I’m thankful when I can tell she’s increasing it, and her face breaks out into a sexy expression.

She’s enjoying the shit out of this, and so am I. This is the first time in a long time I’ve allowed myself the satisfaction of masterbating. I wanted my next orgasm to be with her. This totally has to qualify. I hear her breathing get ragged as she moves the wand faster and her other hand clutches the bed. I increase my speed and make sure to stroke every inch, imagining it was her hand and not mine.

“Fuck, yes!” I moan as I can feel how close I am. As if she knows, all of a sudden she just stops.

“What the fuck?” I yell.

“You don’t get to see the full show!” she snarks, making my jaw drop. She knew I was watching. Or at least she hoped I was.

Naomi gets out of the bed and throws the toy back on as she saunters to the bathroom. She barely closes the door before taking off her robe and throwing it outside. Then she slams it shut, marking the end to this moment.

I smirk at the screen as I unhand myself. “Nicely played, firecracker. Nicely played.”

Chapter 16

Naomi

ThenextmorningIwake up in an even worse mood than I was in when I went to bed. I spent all night tossing and turning, thinking about the damn chess game. It’s not that I mind losing, but it felt like a metaphor for how I feel here. I’m supposed to be taking the king down. Instead, every time I think I get closer to my objective, he makes a counter-move and it’s a draw again. Meanwhile, I’m over here spending time with my captors and getting further confused about my mission. Things aren’t adding up.What if it wasn’t Killian?All of this back and forth is driving me insane. The last thing I want to do is kill the wrong person. Like Killian, I have a code.

Knowing I need to run to clear my head, I go down to the dining room. I grab a banana and immediately turn to walk out, not wanting to give any more acknowledgement to Killian and Axel. “I’m going for a run in the training room.”

“We can—” Killian starts.

“I want to be alone,” I say simply, but I hide behind the wall when I’m out of sight.

“She’s acting weirder than usual,” Killians says.

Axel responds, “I mean, what's usual for someone who’s being held against their will?”

“Shut up.”

“You know what I mean. But nothing about her is usual. I expected her to run for the door or windows a dozen times since she got here. She hasn’t tried anything. Just stoically waiting like she’s playing the long game,” Axel says.

“I think you’re right,” Killian admits.

“What do you think it could be?” Axel asks before taking a swig of orange juice.

“I think we need to help her find peace with her mother’s death.”

“I thought—” Axel cuts him off.

“I know it’s a lot of work, but we need to give her closure.”

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