Page 48 of His Lair
“I’m okay,” I tell him.
“I know you’re probably busy, but John is getting hitched, so I thought you could be my plus-one. If you can make it,” he says.
“John? Really?” I question.
John is one of my father’s former colleagues. I’ve known the guy my whole life. Considering my line of work, I’ve kept my distance over the years, though. Especially since discovering how many of the men I once admired as a kid are not what they seem.
I’ve wondered how my father has stayed on the straight and narrow when everyone around him seems to be corrupt as shit. Even John. I once saw him oversea an arms deal with a mafia family in New York. He, of course, didn’t know I was there, watching them in the shadows.
“Yeah, I know it’s short notice. I just found out myself. Wedding is in three weeks,” Dad tells me.
“I’ll, uh, I’ll try to make it. Send me the details,” I say. “It’ll be good to see you.”
“You too. Are you… staying safe?” This is my dad’s way of asking if I’m staying off the cops’ radar.
I guess he isn’t all that straight and narrow, because as by the book as he is, he has never once thought to turn me in or arrest me himself. I asked him why once, and he said he loves me too much to see me rot behind bars. That his failures are his burden to bear.
My father is convinced I turned out the way I did because of the way he raised me. That it’s his fault. It’s not. I turned out theway I did because I watched my mother get slaughtered in front of me, and I swore I would do whatever it took to avenge her. And that’s what I’ve done. That’s what I’ll continue to do. Take out the sort of men who have no problem murdering innocent women. All my dad did was teach me to shoot.
When my door opens, I look to the foyer. Sammie. I knew he’d show up.
“Dad, I gotta go. I’ll call you back. Love you,” I mumble into the phone before dropping it onto the table.
Sammie shuts and locks the door behind him. “I want you naked and spread out on your bed within the next two minutes,” he says, stalking towards me.
Well, when he asks so nicely, who am I to say no?
Chapter Twenty-One
I’ve seen Lailani move fast before, but this? Watching her sprint to her bedroom, stripping out of her clothes along the way. All with ease, mind you. Well, she moves like nothing I’veever seen before. So graceful. Not once does she trip herself up trying to get out of her clothes…
I’m right behind her, taking much more time to do the same to myself. I’ve been thinking about this all night. I don’t just want to fuck her. I need to. This whole secrecy bullshit she’s insisting on is starting to piss me off. It was fucking hard being at dinner with her and not being able to reach over and touch her. To claim her, to let every fucker know that she is mine.
Because she is. Mine.
She looks like a fucking angel sprawled out on the sheets. A very fuckable angel and one I’m going to hell for corrupting. Although, let’s be honest, I was already heading that way.
I smile as I take in the sight of her. She didn’t hesitate to follow my instructions. She never does when it comes to the bedroom.
“You are such a good fucking girl, Lailani.” I take a deep breath, both to conjure up some patience and because I can smell her arousal. Which has my mouth watering. “How much do you need me right now?”
I want to taste her. Not yet though. I’m going to take my time tonight. I want to punish her for making me sit next to her all through dinner without being able to touch her. I also want to see how far I can push her out of her comfort zone.
Besides, Lailani is like a meal at a Michelin-star restaurant. This woman is something to be savored and I’m going to take my time enjoying her.
Leaning forward, I let my fingers slide up the inside of her ankle. Her skin is always so smooth, so soft. She shivers as she takes an audible breath. I fall onto my knees at the end of the bed, loosen my tie, pull it over my head, and then proceed to slowly unbutton my shirt. Lailani pushes up onto her elbows, watching as my shirt falls to the floor. Her eyes glass over as she drinks me in.
I take hold of her ankles next. Pushing them upwards, towards her body, and making her knees bend and open in a butterfly position. Giving myself an unobstructed view of her glistening pussy.
“You’re fucking perfection, Lailani, and you’re all fucking mine.” My eyes move from her pussy to her eyes as I wait for her to deny it. Deny that I own every part of her. She doesn’t.Smart girl.“Look at you, dripping all over the place, so fucking needy. Tell me, does your pussy need some attention, babe?”
She nods as she watches me.
“I know the feeling. Do you have any idea how hard it was to sit next to you all night and not be able to touch you?” I ask her. “I could easily reach out and touch you now, though, and you’d let me, wouldn’t you? Because no one is here to see.”
“Sammie, touch me. I want you to touch me,” she moans.
“You want fingers to fill your pussy, Lailani? You want your pussy touched?” I ask her.
