Page 28 of Graveyards & Greed

Pushing my half-eaten meal away, I sat back. “There’s no way I’d encourage Camilla to testify against a member of that MC. They’d come after her, and I couldn’t put her in their crosshairs.”

“How’s she doing?”

The whole subject depressed me. “Not well. I saw her last week.” I knew Trina could afford a better apartment, but she told me she was saving up for Camilla’s college. “She seems… broken. When I offered to play video games with her, she didn’t want to. That’s never happened before.” I didn’t know why I was telling Drakos all this.

“How well do you know her?”

I shrugged. “When I first met her, she was maybe four or five, and such a cute, nerdy kid even back then. She grew up with us.”

“No wonder you killed the fucker. He’s lucky he died quickly.” We talked as we cleaned up the kitchen together, and then he refilled our wine glasses and took my hand. Lacing our fingers together, he led me to the couch.

Somehow, I instinctively trusted him. He was smart and well-read, despite the way we met. He also didn’t seem affected by me being a mortician. I wondered if he was still bothered by my last name.

I set my wine glass down on the coffee table. “Her attack doesn’t add up. Why her, and why make sure she knew who did it? It seemed calculated.”

“Do you have any ideas?”

“No, and it’s driving me crazy. Have you heard from OutKast?”

He set his glass next to mine. “They asked around at Motorheads, but that’s it. To some members, I think stealing someone’s motorcycle might be worse than rape, assault, or murder.”

“I want to burn their compound to the ground and salt the earth,” I ground out.

He raised an eyebrow. “Just like Carthage. You know Roman history, play chess, and look like an angel from a Renaissance painting. It’s like my wet dream come to life.”

Curling his hand around the back of my neck, he slowly pulled me in and brushed his mouth against mine. His lips felt soft yet hard, and my breath sped up while desire swirled through my system.

“Drakos—” I began, but he silenced me with a deeper and more insistent kiss.

His hands roamed, leaving me breathless. I trailed my tongue across his lower lip, tasting him. Then I nipped at his mouth.

“Fuck,” he groaned and tangled his fingers in my hair, crushing my mouth against his.

I was tired of fighting against this blistering heat between us, so I tilted my head to get closer to him, and he let go of my hair, grabbed my hips, and pulled me onto his lap. I straddled him and rubbed my center against his hard length.

“Bedroom,” he growled against my neck.

“Yes,” I moaned, powerless to do anything but agree.

Chapter 12

Sylvie

Drakos jackknifed up and wrapped me around him, then walked us to the bedroom as he continued to kiss and bite my lips. The room was a blur as he set me on his bed, and roughly yanked off my clothes.

“This first time is going to be fast and hard, but I swear I’ll make it up to you,” he growled as he stripped in front of me.

My insides ached with need, and hard and fast sounded perfect right then. When he started unzipping his pants, I put a hand up. “Condom,” I panted.

Bending sideways, he yanked the bedside table drawer open and grabbed a condom, then stared down at me with hot eyes as he ripped the package open with his teeth, and expertly slid it down his considerable length.

When I got a good look at his cock, my eyes went wide. “Ho-ly fuck,” I breathed, staring back up at him with excitement and not a little fear. I’d had sex, but it had been a while, and he wasbig.

Before I could move, he grasped my knees, pushed them up to my shoulders, then leaned in and licked my slit. The sudden erotic touch on my clit sent lightning through me.

When my hips started rocking, he straightened, held my thighs tight, and powered inside me. My head flew back, and I smacked my hand against his abdomen. “Jesus, God! Don’t move.”

He leaned over me and gritted his teeth. “Fuuck me. You taste delicious, and you’re so damn tight.”

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