And she melts into me. Not that she has much of a fucking choice.
I don’t do mercy.
I devour her.
A pure, brutal act of possession.
Her body arches into mine like it’s coming home, dangerously familiar yet infinitely more addictive this second time around.
Fuck.
How wet is she right now—how fucking drenched and desperate is my good girl between those trembling thighs?
When I finally rip myself away, we’re both panting—breaths shredded, her heart slamming violently against mine, blood roaring beneath overheated skin.
I clear my throat, forcing my voice steady. “Go to Room Five.”
“Room…Five?” Pure disbelief drums through her voice. Along with enough hurt to drown us both.
“An outfit will be delivered. Your client will be here within the hour.”
I don’t need to look at her to know exactly what she thinks.
That I’m the world’s biggest asshole.
Good. Might as well drive that last nail straight through her fucking heart. “Room Five. Or go. For good.”
I walk towards the door.
Breaking her was never the plan. It’s just the price she pays for believing monsters have hearts.
If she goes…about fucking time.
And if she stays…she only has one client.
The man who’s been here the whole goddamned time, standing right in front of her, desperate, possessive, hanging on to a thread so thin it might as well be a fucking noose.
Me.
CHAPTER 24
Riley
“Fill it out to the best of your ability.”
Raja’s beautiful in a way that sets my teeth on edge—glossy jet-black hair, cherry red lips, amber eyes coolly dissecting me beneath thick lashes. Stunning enough it’s annoying. Exactly Dante’s type.
Has Dante fucked her?
Ugh. Why do I even care?
She taps a manicured nail against the mahogany desk—click, click, click—as I freeze over the stack of paperwork.
“Is all this really necessary?”
Her lips twitch into a flawless Stepford smile. “Absolutely. Protection goes both ways. But if you’re having second thoughts?—”
“Protection from… dental records? Birthmarks? Whether or not I dye my hair? My ticklish spots?”