Chapter Twenty-Four
Addison
Seeing Rowan in work mode is the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed.
All day, he’s been in his office answering phone calls and slamming on the keyboard like he has a personal vendetta against technology.
I’ve never heard him raise his voice until today, and while I was poking around, he stopped on one of his rampages the moment he noticed me standing in the doorway.
He lost all of the bite in his tone in an instant before instructing whoever was on the other end to get their shit together, pronto, and hung up on them.
In between screaming matches with hit men, he’s been showing me the books, and it’s hot garbage.
Everything is a complete mess, and nothing is up to date except what I implemented.
I can tell he isn’t great with computers, but he really is trying.
It’s hard for him to manage all of this and keep up with what’s owed to the compound.
Which is why his deal is seeming more enticing by the second. I hate to admit it, but I’m really thinking about his proposal.
I know it’s all moving quickly, but there’s just something about this that feels refreshing.
I’m not stuck in some cubicle all day and subjected to hour-long board meetings.
I’ll be working with actual assassins. That still creeps me out to think this whole operation runs off the blood of others, but I won’t be doing the killing.
As long as no one asks me to shoot someone, I’ll be fine.
Wow. I wonder how Loxley is handling all of this…
I miss her. My codependency is usually my biggest issue, but that sound has been quieted for the moment. I know she’s safe with Atlas. The guy has been in love with her since they were kids, and if he has half the skill that Rowan does, then I know she’ll be alright.
I still want to see her, though. I’m slowly breaking Rowan’s walls down, and I give him a few more days before he caves. He has this whole tough guy act about him, but I have him wrapped tighter than I ever could have imagined.
“Why don’t we take a break?” I suggest after his fifth heated phone call. He’s seething with rage, and I can’t imagine what’s got him so worked up.
“I have two more reports,” he says, dismissing me as he continues to read the document open on his desktop.
I grab the mouse and minimize the screen before pinning him with a hard stare. “And I think you need to cool down before you do something you regret. These are your employees, Rowan. They can quit, too.”
“Let go,” he commands.
I turn my nose up at him. “I don’t think I will. In fact…” I pull the cord and disconnect it from the monitor. “I think I’m going to keep this.”
“Addison!” He hisses as he reaches for me, but I sidestep him.
“If you want this mouse, then come and get it,” I smirk.
What’s one way to relieve stress? A chase.
He needs to take a break, and if I have to force him, then so be it.
He shoots up, his chair rocking back. “You had better hope you’re faster than me, Sunshine.”
I dart out the door, smiling so hard it’s making my cheeks hurt as I curl the mouse toward my chest. I take the stairs two at a time, careful not to trip over my feet as I round into the living room. I turn when I don’t notice his heavy boots on the staircase.
Rowan braces his hands on the upper railing before slinging himself over and landing a few feet away from me with a thud like some delusional superhero.
“Fuck me!” I shout, shuffling around the couch.
He clears it with ease, stepping over the cushions as he chases me into the kitchen.
“Fuck you?” He chuckles. “Alright, Sunshine.” He braces his hands on the counter as I pant across from him.
He swipes his palm over the surface slowly.
“This is our second time ending up here. Do you remember what happened last time?” He takes a teasing step in my direction, and I squeak as I scramble to match his energy and shift so we’re still across from each other.
“I’ve got something for you,” he says darkly as he reaches into his back pocket before pulling out…
My Rose Toy!
Where did he get that?
“You went through my stuff!” I accuse, pointing a finger at him.
He smirks, turning it over in his hand. “I found this sitting on top of one of your totes, and I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to ask you what it’s used for, but I guess I’ll find out soon.”
I place my hands on my hips. “It simulates oral sex. Something you could use some work on.” I examine my nails, not an ounce of truthfulness to my words, but he doesn’t need to know that.
“Looks like I’ll get a much-needed lesson then,” he growls before launching himself around the counter.
I try to outrun him, but he’s too fast for me to escape. I get one foot out of the kitchen before an iron bar of pure muscle wraps around my abdomen, and I’m lifted off the ground.
“Unhand me!” I shout, my legs kicking as Rowan carries me to the living room and lays me down on the rug. He squeezes between my thighs as I fight him off. The mouse is wretched from my hands before he tosses it onto the sofa.
“I need a lesson, remember?” He taunts as he takes his shirt off, and I see the stitches on his shoulder from where I shot him. “This will be informative for both of us.”
My eyes narrow on him before they flicker to the wound. “That’s going to leave a nasty scar.”
He leans down, causing my thighs to spread even more as his length rubs against my aching core. He grips my cheeks tightly, controlling my head as he smirks down at me. “One can fucking hope. I’ll wear this like a badge of honor.”
Rowan’s sanity has always been questionable to me, but I don’t think I cared either way.
Now, I’m almost certain he’s insane, but it does strange things to my body to hear his possessiveness.
Maybe I’m the one with questionable morals because I find this hot—leaving a scar on his body that he’ll wear proudly. Something is definitely wrong with me.
He pulls out the toy, holding it between us with a devilish and conniving grin. “Now, let’s see what you prefer. My mouth, or the toy.”
He grabs the waistband of my tights and yanks them down to my knees before bunching the fabric in his hand and using it to control my legs. The cool air hits my bottom, and I shiver as I’m laid bare to him.
“Let’s start with the toy first,” he decides before flicking it on. “I did a little research for this. How does this feel?”
He places the toy over my clit, and I moan at the gentle suction that pulls at my hardened bud. It’s on the lowest setting, and he seems pleased with my reaction as I squirm underneath him.
“Can you handle the next setting?” He asks.
I bite my lip before nodding.
He presses the button, and the toy becomes louder as it pulls mercilessly at my pleasure point. Arousal drips from my core, and my legs tense as the need to widen them arises.
“Is this torture?” He asks quietly, his words a soothing balm to the ache growing in my body. “You want to spread those pretty legs for me, don’t you, Sunshine?”
“Please,” I beg, my voice growing hoarse.
“Not yet,” he shakes his head, mesmerized by the mess dripping from me. “Let’s find the perfect setting first.”
He hits the button again, and the suction rocks my system at a brutal pace. My teeth grit as I whimper. It’s too much, but not enough.
“Hmm. Not that one,” he observes. “What about Morse Code?”
He presses the button a few times before the toy gives a session of fast pulls before pausing. It’s teasing and meant for edging, but I think that’s what he’s looking for.
I would laugh at his joke about the setting, but there’s heat building so quickly in my belly that I can’t think beyond reaching that peak. He slicks a finger through my folds, collecting my juices on it before plunging it deep into my entrance.
I bite the inside of my cheek, holding back a scream as that pleasure builds to unimaginable heights. When the toy pauses, I release a breath and melt into the floor as my climax escapes me, and Rowan takes the opening to remove my tights.
“I’m learning so much,” he muses before tossing my clothes aside and pressing the toy to my clit again. “I heard this can be used on your nipples, too. Maybe we’ll give that a go while we’re at it, hmm?”
I can’t speak as my legs fall open and the toy sucks. My breath stutters as my hand closes around his wrist, and I hold him to me.
“Aw,” he pouts mockingly. “Are you trying to stop me from pulling away? You’re so cute like this, Sunshine.”
“I-I’m close!” I stutter.
“I know you are,” he coos, pumping his finger deep into me. “What if I add my tongue to the mix? Can you handle it?”
The toy pauses, and I groan. “Please! I’ll do anything, Rowan.”
“Anything?” He smirks. “When I make you cum on my face, you’re going to thank me like a good girl. Do you understand?”
“Yes, yes, please!” I sob.
He dips between my legs, humming softly at the first taste of me as his tongue joins the suction that begins again.
The ball of his piercing teases me, rubbing against my hardened bud and sending tendrils of shock through my system.
My legs try to close at the intensity, but he holds them open with his shoulders as he feasts on me.
“You’re so sweet,” he growls before replacing the toy with his tongue.
He circles my bud, causing me to cry out.
He pushes my shirt and bra up, exposing my hardened nipples to the cool air before placing the toy over my right one.
It latches onto me, pulling at my bud as he flicks his tongue across my pleasure point until I’m writhing beneath him.
He buries his face deeper, nuzzling into my pussy as a mix of his saliva and my arousal drips down onto the floor. The rug beneath us will be ruined, but not as much as I will after this.
When there’s a pause in the suction of the toy, Rowan switches it to my other breast. It leaves swollen, taut flesh in its wake and sends shocks of pleasure straight to my clit, which has my climax bursting through me.
My nails dig into Rowan’s wrist as my eyes slam shut, and my whole system coils tightly. My pussy clenches around his finger as I scream.
“What do we say, hmm?” He asks harshly through the haze. “What do you fucking say for cumming, Sunshine?”
“Thank you,” my voice cracks as another desperate cry falls from my lips. “Thank you!”
“That’s right,” he whispers. “You’ve made a fucking mess for me to clean up.”
Before I can question him or gain an ounce of control, he drags his tongue over my ass until it dips into my entrance. I can feel the small, metallic ball sliding inside of me, and my walls pulse at the invasion.
I bite back a surprised sound as he drinks my release like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted. No one has ever done that to me.
He pops the toy free of my breast as he trails his tongue higher until he hums and sits back.
He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before licking that too, and I think my brain is malfunctioning.
Seeing the silver glint of his piercing drag over his hand is fucking torture.
He knows what he’s doing, and I hate that I’m shamelessly drawn to the erotic act.
“Don’t…” I take a ragged breath as our eyes connect. “Don’t look so cocky.”
That devilish smirk that turns my insides to jelly tugs at his lips. “Oh? Did you not just cum all over my face? We can do a repeat if you need—”
He reaches for my legs before I slam them closed. “Hands off! I’m too sensitive! You freak.”
He sits back, lifting a brow. “Sorry, I thought someone who said my head needed work was complaining again.”
“Nope,” I shake my head. “You’re fine. Much better.”
“You taste divine,” he growls, crawling over me. “Try for yourself.”
His head dips before our lips connect in a heated, teasing kiss.
I can taste the headiness of my release on his tongue as it swipes over mine.
It’s so filthy to enjoy the way I taste on his lips, but I’m slowly beginning to realize that he’s unlocked something entirely new in me.
If Rowan Kingsley is crazy, then so am I.
He sits back on his thighs, then grabs my foot and props it up on his knee, kneading the heel with his thumbs. I moan, my head rolling back as I sit up and fix my bra.
“You’re going to spoil me,” I smile.
He returns my look, something fond sparking in his deep blue eyes. “That’s the whole point, Sunshine.”
I chuckle. “Spoil me until I don’t want to leave?”
His smile fades a little as he looks away from me. “Something like that.”
“Rowan,” I say softly. “You can’t keep me here. People will come looking for me.”
“I know that,” he sighs. “A few more days.”
“For what?” I ask. “You have to at least give me my phone.”
His expression turns sheepish. “I was planning to give it back to you today. One of the assassins on the compound is coming back tomorrow, and I need to connect with him about another branch.”
Oh, work stuff.
I’ve been growing curious about the other assassins here. I have yet to meet anyone besides Thalia and Atlas.
“Dominic, right?” I ask, searching my memory.
“Right.” He clarifies. “He’s done helping Bailey out with the South syndicate and is on his way back. I’ll have to get a report from him.”
I sit up, excitement rushing over me. “Oh! Can I come with you? I want to see how all of this is done.”
His eyes trail to me before he grins. “Actually, I had something else in mind…”