Page 51 of Lady of Darkness
“Why not just kill them?” she asks, looking between us, her question spoken with such dark naivety it has me holding back a smirk. It also turns me on.
“Because the dinner will be flecked with traps. If we shoot, they will have someone in hiding waiting to stab us in the back. We are walking into their lair–we are giving up our power.”
She furrows her brows. “Why?”
I sigh. “Because we’re going to make them think they can take you again.”
A frown immediately transforms her face. “Really? I don’t want to–”
I reach forward and grab her by her arms, pulling her onto my lap. Wrapping my arms around her, I smile when I realize she’s not even trying to pull away.
“There are a lot of things we must do in this business, little monster. Espionage is a huge aspect of being a Lord–orLady–of Darkness. We have to pretend, play the game, make them think they’re on top.”
“He’s not wrong,” Sterling says, studying something on his phone with a serious expression.
She relaxes further, sinking into my body. She smells so fucking delightful–like roses.
“But at what cost? I’m just supposed to go with them and hope you can find me again before they try to–”
I lurch forward and sink my teeth into her neck. “No one is ever going to take you from us again. You. Are.Ours.”
She groans and writhes in my arms, moving her ass along my erection. “Am I? Because it feels like I’m just a pawn in your egotistical, male-centric war.” There’s a bite, an edge, to her voice that makes me stiffen.
“You truly think that?” I ask, my hands roving down her breasts and stomach, coming to her thighs.
“We’re headed to a dinner where I’m supposed to pretend to be okay with becoming Acadia’s whore. How long do I have to act this time? How long until my four knights in shining armor come to save me? I’ll be at their beck and call until you decide–”
“Baby,” I murmur, interrupting her. “You’re misunderstanding. There won’t be any knights in shining armor coming for you. Because you’re going to save yourself.”
She gasps, and at the same time, I reach forward to the hem of her dress, hiking it up so that I have access to her panties. She squirms as I brush two fingers against the wet fabric. It feels… oddly slick. I quickly push inside to find her completely bare.
“Oh, little monster,” I groan. “What have you done?”
She turns her neck to look up at me, her eyes hooded and dark. “I had Theo’s people… wax something other than my eyebrows.”
My cock jerks when I think of spreading her legs and lapping everything up–before I plunge into her smooth, bare cunt.
“Our little monster is such a tease,” Gideon murmurs as he flicks his knife open and closed.
I chuckle. “Indeed.”
“Let’s get her wired up,” Theo says, pulling his laptop open.
“Wired up?” she asks, her voice still husky from the way I’m trailing my fingers up and down her slit.
“I told you we were walking into the lion's lair… now we just need to make sure you come out on top.”
“Do I kill them?” she asks, shaking slightly as I part her lips. I groan again when I feel how goddamn drenched she is, how she’s dripping onto my fingers. What I wouldn’t give to shove my cock into her pussy.
Later tonight, I would do just that.
“No, Harlow. You don’t have to kill them. You just have to blow them to pieces.”
She lets out another tiny gasp. “How?”
I reach into my suit pocket, producing a tiny remote control. It’s small enough to insert inside of Harlow. It also happens to be the one place they won’t check right away if they feel her up for weapons after we hand her over.
That thought makes me feel so goddamn sick and homicidal.
