Page 7 of Crush's Fall

“What do you know about the Hell’s Dogs?”

She watched as his tongue slid across his bottom lip. A tremble slid up her spine at the sight. She wanted that tongue used in some very specific areas.

“Give me one night with you, Sexy. Then you can stomp all over my heart in those boots. Bet it’d be worth it.”

A wave of lust swamped her, nearly pulling her under. Her tiger was prowling, pushing, begging her to take him up on it. Crush closed her eyes to try to center herself.

“You want to, don’t you? I can see the goosebumps on your arms.” His voice dropped lower. “Just one night.”

Images of him sprawled out naked on her bed, her straddling his hips, flashed into her mind. That was followed by him taking her from behind, taking her in the shower, bending her over the table. Her breath caught as she was assaulted by the vivid scenes, one after another.

No.No. She swallowed hard and shook her head. She knew he was seeing right through her, but she couldn’t be distracted by her lust. Taking a deep breath, Crush slowly exhaled. At the same time, she told her tiger to sit down and shut the hell up.

Then she opened her eyes and asked, “What is your name?”

He chuckled again. “Maverick Brooks. What’s yours?”

“Meredith Welles.” She took a step closer. “What do you know that you think would save your life if you shared it with us?”

“Well, it depends on what you’re interested in. Who they were selling to? Who their allies were? What clubs are planning what in retaliation? What women were taking which member’s cock? What do you want to know?”

She took another step forward, putting her ten feet in front of him. “All of it.”

When Crush saw the lascivious grin slowly form on his face, she knew she wasn’t going to like the next words out of Lucifer’s mouth… or would like them too much. Turns out, it was the latter.

“A kiss for a tip.”

Crush rolled her eyes, fighting hard not to let him know she liked that idea. “No.”

“What’s wrong with a kiss? It’s not like you don’t want to kiss me. We both know you do.” He bit his bottom lip as he stared at her mouth.

“This isn’t a date.”

“I dunno.” He shrugged as much as he could with his hands tied behind him. “We’re talking, getting to know each other better, throwing each other flirty looks, giving off signals. Sounds date-ish to me. And I’m having a great time. What about you?”

“You’re twisted,” Crush commented and snorted a laugh.

“Yeah, but I’m thinking that’s exactly how you like ‘em.”

Stopping herself from laughing again, Crush shook her head and dropped her gaze to the floor.

“What? Are you scared of kissing me? Scared you might want to do it again? Scared you might want more?”

Crush knew it was a trap. Sheknewit. But she couldn’t stop herself from shooting him a glare and saying, “I’m not scared of kissing you, Lucy.”

And just like she knew he would, he grinned again and taunted, “Prove it.”

She just stared at him for a long time, wondering what the best way was to handle it. Should she try to get close, win his trust? Should she use the flirting to her advantage? Or should she just treat him like she would anyone else she interrogated?

It was a tough decision. If she got close to him and they ended up having to kill him, it would be much more difficult for her to make it through, but just treating him like any other prisoner didn’t seem to be working.

She took a few steps toward him. “Okay. Here’s the deal. I will give you a kiss for every question you answer. If at any time I feel like you are just playing me, I will leave this room and tell them you have nothing to offer. Do you understand?”

He gave a nod. “But I want a kiss to seal the deal.”

Rolling her eyes, Crush moved closer until she was standing about a foot in front of his knees. She bent forward, her gaze locking on his. She smirked, figuring if they were taking the flirty route, she better hold up her end. “Ready to have your world rocked? I’m about to ruin you for any other woman.”

“Fuck,” he quietly groaned, his gaze dropping to her lips. “Give me what you got, Babe.”

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