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Mr. Singkham’s face goes pale. As the bruises have begun to heal, their finger-shaped silhouettes have only become darker and more distinct. As have the little pricks from nails or rings orclawsthat cover her in scratches.
I ball my hands into fists and go to Vanessa’s side, where I carefully press the bandages back into place and yank down her sweatshirt. “When you come up with something, call us. I don’t want this report filed with the SDD, though. So whatever you tell them, it doesn’t come from Vanessa.”
“I can’t possibly ...” Mr. Singkham starts.
“I should report it ...” good girl Vanessa adds.
“Out of the question. If the SDD isn’t sharing information with the COE, then we don’t need to share ours. Besides, I’m not having them take you away and interrogate you, stick needles in you, put you in a hospital bed—any of that shit. You’re mine, and if Mr. Singkham decides to obey protocol on this, then he’s going to have serious problems because I will sink the SDD, the COE, and the VNA and any other subsidiary they ever create. And if you think about publishing any of this anywhere, I’m going to have to do bad things to you, Nessa.”
I lift her chin, drag the dangerous shards of my claws down the delicate column of her neck. Watch her swallow hard before she says, “What ... kinds of bad things?”
I tap her cheek with the tip of my claw, noting the pressure I apply doesn’t seem to be enough to harm her. She doesn’t cower away, and when she’s very still, I can control just how hard I stroke her with them. “You’ll see when we get home, all right?”
“Okay.” She nods, pupils dilating. Such a good, good girl.
“Yes,” I correct.
“Yes,” she whispers back.
“Yes what?”
“Yes, Rollo?”
“No.” I pinch her chin between my claws so, so lightly. Tenderly. Threateningly. I lean down and brush my lips over her ear, inhaling the decadent scent of her curls. “When you’re naughty, you call me Wyvern.”
She swallows, and when she opens her mouth, I watch her try to respond twice and fail. Finally her gaze drops, and I notice the tight way she holds herself. Not afraid, no. She’sexcited. And if that isn’t fucking unfortunate. Because Mr. Singkham’s still in the room, and I don’t exactly feel like putting on a show for him.
“Goodbye, Mr. Singkham,” I say to the red-faced man trying and failing not to watch my interaction with Vanessa. “Find out what you can about the missing six. Find me Three. Until then, don’t expect to hear from me.”
“That’s not ... part of our contract.”
I give him a look. One he does a good job of not entirely withering beneath. But then I grin at him to show all of my teeth, and I feel active flames lick the tops of my cheeks and around my eyelashes. “It’s cute you still think I give a shit about a contract. I’m not your fucking errand boy.” I move to stand behind Vanessa, grab her throat around the front. Kiss her temple. “I’m Vanessa’s. And if you can’t guarantee her safety, then there’s nothing left for us to talk about.”
“We’ll withhold your next payment.”
“Don’t need it. I got a sugar mama and everything else I need. Come on, baby,” I say, dropping my pitch and speaking to Vanessa directly. I give her neck a little squeeze and push her through the door. “I’ve got a few days I need to make up for.”
Chapter Twenty-TwoVanessa
“Breathe, baby.” The feel of his fingers scratching lightly down the outsides of my thighs has my hips pumping up again. “Keep your hips down,” he says directly into my pussy, his lips brushing mine on every word. “Put your knees here, over my shoulders ... Stay still. I don’t want to nick you with my claws.” Because yes, my boyfriend, the Wyvern, has started growing claws.
I should be more afraid of them ... but I’m not. I’m just grateful that his claws, strange and alarming as they are, are the reason he hasn’t wanted to touch me. And that he’s promised to make up for the time we’ve lost.
“Yeah, just like that,” he says as I exhale deeply and keep my torso from writhing as I want it to. “You’re such a good girl.”
Oh my God. The praise does terrible things to me. It brings tears to my eyes. It also reassures me that, no matter what comes out of his mouth next, I’ll do whatever he asks of me.
“Relax for me, Nessa.” Okay, maybe anything except that.
Another breath jerks into my lungs, and my head kicks back, my spine arching, my shoulder blades curling underneath my body. My mouth opening in desperation to try to remember the order he gave me before. The most important one.Breathe. I can’t. Because he’s loweredhis shoulders fully between my thighs, his torso fully relaxed into the mattress. His jaw is all but unhinged, and he’s got his entire mouth pressed to my entire pussy like he’s trying to swallow it whole. And then he proceeds to tongue-fuck me, his lips sucking and pulling at all the shaved skin around my opening while his fingernails continue their ministrations, gently scraping up and down my thighs until it all gets to be too much.
His tongue retracts from my body, and I do the bravest thing I can imagine myself doing in the moment: I glance down. Seeing him watching me with eyes so bright it’s like looking at an eclipse is too much. I’m panting; my thighs are shaking. I’m nervous aboutthisbecause he all but promised me he’d take me ... take it all the way this time, and I’m scared that he’s going to stop.
“Rollo, please ...”
He lifts his head and smirks at me, the jerk. Without breaking the line of my gaze, his arms curl around my thighs, holding them to his shoulders, fixing them in place so I can’t move. I’m trying so hard not to anyway. His tongue snakes out of his mouth, looking so damn red, and flicks at my clit once, twice, swirling around it the third time. And by the fourth, I come.
His eyes widen and his brows arch, and I lose the strength in my stomach and flop back onto my bed while my orgasm sucks me in like a spell. It almosthurts,the force of it. My body curls up, trying to protect itself, but he spreads me out and lays me bare. He licks me slowly, gently, holding me that way too. He’s so bloody warm, but in this moment, I think I might be hotter as my mind swirls and finally resettles.
