Page 40 of Prey

I cocked my head to the side and waited.

“Did you know I was going to look through your phone that night?” she asked quietly.

She didn’t need to clarify which night. She meant the night I drugged her and took her here.

“I guessed it. My apartment has cameras, and I received a notification the moment you stepped inside. You were curious, and I knew my lies wouldn’t hold up anymore. I grabbed the drugs I used on you, delegated all the shit I needed to do to my men, and got home. I took the lock off my phone—” My lips twisted in humor, and she scowled at that. “—to make it easier for you, and I hid the drugs beneath my pillow for when I would need them. I didn’t think you would. I thought I would drug you while you were sleeping and bring you here. Would have been less traumatizing, I suppose.”

She shook her head, her scowl darkening. “Oh, yeah, that would have been so much easier.”

I squeezed her side for that sarcastic comment, and she jumped a little.

She opened her mouth, probably to yell at me, but I shut her up by fusing our lips together in a searing kiss.

Her back went stiff at first, until I sank my teeth into the soft, pillow bottom lip, and she gasped. I plunged my tongue inside, and I kissed her harder, my hands coming down to her ass and grinding her against me.

She groaned, getting in closer to the kiss, and it didn’t take long for her hips to move against me, seeking out that delicious friction that had me seeing stars.

I groaned against her lips when she pressed down on me, my hands kneading her ass, loving every fucking moment with her.

I pulled away first.

She let out a small whimper in protest, and I nipped her bottom lip to get her to quieten.

She rubbed harder against me.

I wrapped my hand around her neck, feeling her pulse jump from the contact, pulling back and resting my forehead against hers.

Our breath mingled in the small space between our lips, and we didn’t say anything.

When I felt like I could finally catch my breath, I pulled away and looked into her gray eyes.

“Wanna watch a movie with me?”

She frowned, as if that was the last thing she expected me to say. I raised one eyebrow and waited patiently for her answer, holding back my grin.

She let out another soft sigh, and I almost lost the battle then.

“Fine.”

I laughed and pulled her off my lap, depositing her on the soft cushion beside me before I got up and turned on the TV, trying to walk off the hard-on.

Fuck me, but this newfound self-control was going to be so fuckinghard.

7

RYLEIGH

Watchinga movie was the last thing I expected him to suggest, but that was what we did for most of the morning.

Roman picked a scary movie because why wouldn’t he?

Typical man.

If he wasn’t going to make me come, the least he could have done was let me pick the movie, but I didn’t say anything when it started playing, especially when I caught the tinge of amusement dancing in his warm brown eyes.

Besides, I wasn’t really paying attention to the movie.

I was still thinking about all that he had said.

---