Page 7 of Lords of Misrule
Rowan smirks, his eyes wandering again.
“I’m sure that’s exactly why you keep a vibrator in the drawer and another in your overnight bag.”
Fuck.He searched the room for his gun and probably any other information he could find on me.
“Did you find what you were looking for?” I know he hasn’t because I put the gun somewhere for safekeeping, and the room I rent in this house isn’t it.
He makes a face, acknowledging what we both already know. I doubt he’d even be here if I’d left it here for him to find.
“Your roommates don’t seem to know you very well. They bought the story that I was your boyfriend wanting to leave you a surprise. Not very good security for someone like you.”
“I normally don’t deal with assholes like you.”
He stands, taking several steps toward me. I hold my ground, letting him get so close I can feel his breath on my skin. He reaches out with a gloved hand and sweeps some of my hair behind my shoulder.
“Nah. You prefer assholes like Mitch. Or maybe you just tolerate guys like him so you can make a little extra cash on the side of your diner job.”
He’s definitely searched the room for information. I’ll have to try to figure out exactly how many clues he has now.
“Maybe you need someone who can actually make you come hard.” He takes another step forward and the backs of my knees hit the edge of the bed as I take one backward. His eyes light when my body jolts with the contact.
“And you’re that someone?” I force a self-assured smile onto my face, one that taunts him.
He reaches out, grabbing my jaw, the leather brushing over my skin as his eyes study mine and then drift down over my face.
“We both know I am.” He smirks before his eyes snap up to meet mine. “How did you put it again that night in the closet? ‘Oh god. That was the first time. I’ve never come like that before.’ That’s what you said when you came all wet and messy on my fingers, right?”
And his memory is back. Somehow, he remembers that night sophomore year. I must have looked familiar, and he racked his brain until he figured it out. Not too drunk after all.
Double fuck.
I do my best to keep my stare blank. Any twitch or deviance is going to give me away and my body is already reacting to him. His voice, his hands, the unapologetic way he touches me. I have a fucking weakness for it, and it’s going to be a real problem if I want to get out of this ahead. So I need to do something—anything—to get him off my back. Luckily, I can bluff with the best of them.
“I remember you running off like a little bitch after. Was it too much listening to me? Feeling how tight I was? Did you come too soon and make a mess?” I pretend to make a sad face. “Hope you don’t embarrass yourself in front of other girls like that.”
I get a tight-lipped smile in return.
“Still that hurt you missed getting my cock all these years later?”
“Still this disappointed in abilities that don’t live up to the reputation.”
“You caught me on a busy night. I’m happy to give you an updated demonstration. One that ends with my cock deep inside that tight cunt of yours. We can fuck the bitch out of you.”
“Can Finn join?” I say it to shock him, but if I’m being honest every fantasy I’ve had since the night of the attempted robbery has involved the two of them. Especially in all black with those masks. Fucking me face down on the ground, taking turns. Sometimes with Hudson joining in. My vibrator’s been doing overtime just to try and keep up with how well that particular one works for me.
Another tight smile before his eyes go dark and his fingers dig into my jaw.
“Where the fuck is my gun,Charlotte?” He’s remembering my name too. A thing I thought he might forget in the chaos. I assume I have Finn to thank for that.
“Not here.”
“Where. Is. It?” His eyes narrow.
“So you can blow my brains out? Use my fingerprints to set me up for suicide? No.”
“Is that whatyou’vebeen planning?”
“I’m not planning anything. I’ve let you—and your friends—go without a word after you tried to rob a tenured professor.”
