Page 78 of Reckoning

He smirks, dropping his gaze, staring at where I’m still spread wide open for him. “Oh, I know you want it, I can feel how much you want it, I’m just not sure you can handle everything I plan to do to you.”

I can’t find any words to say but as he prowls up my body and claims my mouth, I pucker my lips and I let him kiss me. No, I kiss him back, I welcome it, I let his tongue slip into my mouth and I don’t feel fear, I feel panic, I just focus on the now, on this moment.

On the fact Koen Diaz is kissing me like I’m something somebody would want.

Like I’m someone he wants.

Koen

Ileave her to sleep. Or at least try to.

When I return back to the basement, Eric has already been dealt with. Apparently he didn’t have any new information and my men hauled him out, still bleeding, still protesting his innocence, before throwing him into the incinerator alive.

It’s a brutal ending.

But one that bastard deserved.

As I cross the room, Reid fixes me with a look.

“What is it?” I ask.

“Nothing.” He mutters but we both know that’s bullshit. Clearly he has something he wants to say. And playing coy was never his style.

“Spit it out.”

“You sure you know what you’re doing?” He asks.

“About what?” I reply.

“Those men, that girl in your bed. She might be rich but…”

“But what?” I snarl. Like her money is even a footnote in any of this. I have my own wealth. I have more than enough for all our present needs, and with Roman and my business plans, we’ll be two of the richest fucks in this city.

No, I made that deal because why wouldn’t I? I was going to kill these men anyway but when Sofia offered herself to me, when she all but laid herself out, I wasn’t going to be noble enough to turn her down.

I wanted her here, I wanted her trapped but by her own hand.

I can still taste her on my tongue. I can feel the way her body seemed to melt as I kissed her. Fuck, what will she feel like when I’m inside her, when I’m there, worshipping her curves, when I’m teasing her until she’s begging me for release?

“Those men we’re killing, they’re not nobodies. They’re not insignificant. Someone is going to put this all together.”

I grin back at him. “Let them. They can’t come for us. I’ve made sure of that.”

He narrows his eyes, muttering but I don’t catch the words as he starts to walk away.

“And for your information,” I call after him. “That girl might be in my bed but the only thing she’s doing is sleeping in it.”

I don’t know why it matters. I don’t know why I give a fuck what my men think but I also don’t want Sofia to hear whispers, to think that I’ve let everyone believe we’re fucking already.

No, I need to play this carefully.

I need to win her trust, prove that it’s not just about getting in her pants.

She needs to know that this is more than that.

So much more.

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