Chapter Twenty-Seven
Orion
T he guests were dressed to impress in their designer gowns and tailored suits. Groups of attendees mingled, their conversations a mix of hollow pleasantries and subtle one-upmanship.
There was an undercurrent of pretension in the air, as if everyone was here more to be seen than to support the cause. Laughter, somewhat forced, punctuated the low hum of conversation, and I caught snippets of discussions about exclusive vacations, high-profile investments, and elite social circles.
“…hear about Tony Bishop?”
I hate these stupid things.
I was all for giving to charity, Hell, I encouraged it. But half the guests here didn’t care what we were supporting, it was merely a social obligation and a chance to get their photo in the news or expand their connections.
“…daughter works for White this time I kept it on a low setting. I didn’t want her to come any time soon, I was far from done with her yet. Her lips parted as the vibrations rippled through her, and she let out a shaky breath as her fingers curled into fists around the hem of my jacket.
“I’m sorry, baby, was I distracting you from world-class comedian, Joshua Barlow?”
“Jealous?”
“Where you’re concerned? Always.”
Her pupils dilated, hazy with need and lust. As much as I would love to be showing Emmy off as mine, no one was allowed to see her vulnerable and needy with raw desire. That heavenly sight is for my eyes only.
She pressed her lips together, stifling the moan that threatened to spill. I brushed my thumb across her lips, trying to distract myself from the painful hardening of my cock. “I’m not hearing any complaints now.”
Her lids fluttered closed, and she swirled her tongue over my thumb before opening her eyes again and looking me in the eye. “Please, Orion.”
I tutted. “Not yet . ”
I pressed my lips to hers, muffling her low whimper with my tongue as the vibrator kept her right on the edge. I wanted her desperate for release, delirious even.
She gripped my collar, pulling me deeper into her and intensifying the kiss. My hand rested on the seat underneath her, and she pushed her hips into me. My other hand snaked around her waist, keeping her flush against me.
I’d completely forgotten where we were. Thoroughly consumed in her, her scent and her taste. Then, breathlessly, she pulled away and whispered, “Take me home.”
I unzipped Emmy out of her dress the second we closed the bedroom door. It fell to her feet, and a pool of black silk spilled across the plush carpet in our dimly lit room.
Her hands were swarming my hair, pulling at my jacket and unbuttoning my shirt. The materials slid down my arms, and despite the air conditioning in our room, my skin was burning with need.
My hands gripped under her thighs, lifting her to straddle my waist as I walked us over to the bed, her lips tangled with my own. We were kissing like we were drowning and our only source of oxygen was each other.
Desperate. Passionate. Needy.
I laid her on our bed, and she let out a soft moan as my lips descended her neck down to her exposed breasts. Her back arched when my teeth grazed against a hardened nipple, her breathing becoming ragged.
I kept her on edge for the last thirty minutes, working her up just to bring her crashing back down, over and over during our journey home. Her hips lifted as my lips continued their journey down her stomach and I pulled her thong down her legs, exposing her sweet pussy to me.
My mouth watered at the sight of her, glistening and dripping. “Fuck, Tesoro,” I hissed. “If you could see how beautiful you look right now.”
Her hooded eyes clashed with mine, her oceanic pools of blue darkening with desperation. “I think we’re done with this tonight.” I gently tugged on the pink vibrator, pulling it out of her and almost coming undone right there when she clenched around it with a moan.
Throwing it to the floor, my hands wrapped around her thighs, and I lowered my mouth to her pussy. She whimpered when I teasingly glided my tongue along her slit, her hands roughly tangling in my hair.
“Orion, please.” She lifted her hips into me, urging for more.
“Please what, baby? Tell me what you want.”
Squirming under me, she answered, “ Make me come.”
I smirked. “Good girl.”
I swirled my tongue around her clit, grazing my teeth over the sensitive bud, and dipped my finger into her. She cried out as I alternated between licking and sucking on her bundle of nerves, her head thrashing against the pillow as I devoured her and fucked her with my finger.
Thirty seconds later, she was coming on my tongue and her legs were trembling as her strangled cry filled the room. I stood up off the bed, unbuckling my belt and letting the rest of my clothes fall to the floor.
She was watching me with eager eyes; her chestnut hair tousled over the pillow, her cheeks flushed with the afterglow of her orgasm, and small beads of sweat perched on her skin. She looked heavenward. An angel ready for my corruption.
Climbing back onto the bed, I positioned myself between her legs. Her thighs wrapped tightly around my waist, and I used one hand to pin her wrists above her head.
Her chest was heaving, making her tits bounce with every intake of breath, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head when I slid into her. “Oh, God,” she moaned, stretching around me to accommodate my size.
Even as wet as she was, she was still squeezing me so tight I could come right there like a damn sixteen-year-old. Grinding my back teeth to stop myself, I reared back before pushing into her in one long, hard stroke.
Her eyelids drooped, her teeth scorched her bottom lip, and her back arched. I reared out of her again before slamming back into her, only this time, I didn’t give her a minute to adjust between thrusts. I started fucking her at a relentless pace and her moans slid down my skin and drove me crazy with need, urging me to fuck her harder, faster, deeper.
All she could do was take what I gave her, completely powerless under my hold on her and my frenzied thrusts. Her angelic cries rang in my ears, and I felt her start to clench around me. “Shh, Tesoro, ” I warned her, lowering myself to her and nipping her bottom lip. “Unless you want the whole apartment to hear how much of a good girl you are for me, taking my cock as well as you do.”
“Fuck.” Her eyes hazed over, her impending orgasm hanging over her head.
“Is that what you want, baby?” I asked, pinching her nipple with my free hand. “For everyone to hear how much of a slut you are for my cock?”
“Orion!” she cried out, clamping down on me and coming all over my cock. But I don’t let up, I kept fucking her hard and deep, drawing out her orgasm for longer than her body could physically take.
As she came down from her high, I released her hands and pulled her upright, so she was straddling my thighs. I gripped her ass, keeping her perched on my dick as I stood and carried us off the bed.
Sliding the balcony doors open, the summer night air washed over us, setting goosebumps along her creamy skin. Sliding the door closed before me, I leaned her against the balcony railing, her head now hanging over the edge and her legs still wrapped around my hips.
Her eyes lit up with excitement and I smirked, she really was perfect for me. One hand gripping her throat, and the other snaked around her waist to keep her held against me, I started rocking my hips into her again, her body inching over the edge with each thrust.
“Oh my God.”
I drove into her, each slam deeper than the last, my need to hear her scream overpowering my need to chase my own high.
“That’s it, baby. Let the whole of New York hear how much you love my cock.”
A few hard thrusts later, she was tightening down on me again. “Orion!” she screamed, her body convulsing as she came.
“That’s my girl,” I groaned, my balls tightening at the sight of her and forcing my own orgasm to the surface. Spilling into her, we stilled for a moment to catch our breath, my head spinning from how relentless I’d been.
Her eyes fluttered back open to meet mine, a bright smile drawn on her lips as her breathing started to slow down. I grinned back at her, leaning down and kissing her, this time much softer and gentler, taking a moment to relish in the taste of her before carrying her back to our bed.
Fuck, I love this girl.
Emmy was sprawled on the sofa with Aero watching one of those true crime documentaries she was obsessed with. Her hair was tied up in a high ponytail, and my fingers were itching to pull it back and crush her lips with mine .
But I couldn’t because my ear was being chewed off by Atlas talking shit in the kitchen about Caden Knox, the Formula 1 driver I had a meeting with tomorrow who also happened to be on Emmy’s list of types .
I really didn’t give a shit who a person was. A client was a client. Their position in the world of socialites wasn’t of interest to me. All I cared about was whether their cheque would clear and if my men were doing their job right.
Atlas, on the other hand, was fangirling the same way he did when premier league soccer star Rhys Chesley signed with De Luca Securities.
“Do you think he’ll give us tickets to the Grand Prix in Monaco?” Atlas continued. “Wait, of course, he will, we’ll be his security. Can I be assigned to him that week? You know, I’ve never been to Monaco. I’ve always wanted to go but never got a chance. This way I could go and see the Grand Prix. Is he still driving with Rosenau? I hope so. Did you know he won the GP3 Series championship in 2023?—”
“Jesus Christ, Atlas.” My eyes bore into his. “Would you take a breath?” I rubbed my temple with my thumb, he was giving me a bastard headache.
Whenever he wasn’t working, Atlas was like an excited puppy. A complete contrast to his gruesome capabilities. Atlas rolled his eyes. “I don’t know how you aren’t excited about this.”
“He’s just a kid who drives a car. Are you going to be able to keep it together in the meeting?”
“If I do, will you let me be his detail in Monaco?”
I pressed my lips together, thinking for a moment. Atlas studied me blankly, waiting for my answer. I didn’t need him in the meeting, I could have Cole or Hague there instead, but Atlas was the best, and I always liked prospective clients to know from the outset what they would be getting.
“You’re a pain in my ass,” I gritted out, giving in.
Atlas beamed, tapping his hand on the kitchen island in victory. “You wouldn’t have it any other way.”
I shook my head, ignoring him as my phone buzzed. I checked the screen and saw an incoming call from Doug. I motioned my head towards the door, asking Atlas to close it so Emmy didn’t hear anything.
“Doug,” I answered when the door closed.
“I did a background check on the name Liam Thorn,” he said, getting straight to the point. It was one of the traits I liked about him.
I furrowed my brows. It’s a fake name as far as we’re aware, so technically nothing should come back on the check. But Doug wouldn’t call just to tell me that.
“And?”
“Check your email.”
Loading up the email from Doug, I opened the attached PDF he sent. My eyes skimmed over the details we already knew, such as name, date of birth, occupation, etc. His new identity was a qualified IT technician specializing in legal technology.
Then I caught something that couldn’t be right. I blinked, reading over the information again. There was no way.
“Where did Miles grow up?” I asked Atlas, rereading the same sentence over and over .
“Virginia, why?”
“Doug, how positive are we that this is correct?” I ignored Atlas’ question for a second.
“All four reports say the same thing,” he confirmed. “Miles didn’t grow up in Virginia.”
Atlas’ brow furrowed, not quite understanding what was going on. “So where is he from then?”
I read the report one more time just to make sure my eyes weren’t deceiving me. In black and white, it clearly said: Born in Hartford, Connecticut.
“Atlas, Liam Thorn grew up in Hartford.” I showed him my phone, letting him read the report for himself.
“But,” Atlas frowned, his face paling. “That’s only thirty minutes away from New Haven. Why would he lie to Emmy about where he was from?”
That’s what we needed to find out, immediately.