12. Eva #2
“You want me to look into his dealings?”
“Quietly. And thoroughly. If Markov is involved...” I trail off, staring out the window toward the lake. “I hope it’s something as simple as embezzlement. That’s easy enough to resolve.” A single gunshot and a six-foot hole will do it. “But I need to know how deep this goes.”
“Consider it done.” Leon leaves me there, and I stare at the doorway for a long time after he’s gone.
I have faced many betrayals. It would not hurt me to cut Markov out, though it would be a nuisance to comb through the ranks for someone to replace him.
But there are others in the Consortium whose betrayal would cause me a very deep pain.
Robin notices something wrong when she comes to the study eventually, wondering where I’ve got to.
“What’s going on?” she asks bluntly as soon as she sees my face.
“It’s nothing,” I promise. “Nothing you need to worry about. It’s business—and it’s being handled.” She seems supremely unconvinced, so I take her hand. “I am trying to find the traitor. I had a meeting with one of my men today, and I don’t trust him. So I’m digging deeper. That’s all.”
She gives a slow nod. “Thank you for telling me that much,” she says. “I…I think I’d like to know the outcome, if you feel you can share it with me.”
I have to chuckle. “I’ll keep you informed, little bird. But now…” I pull her close. “Now I would like to forget all about the Consortium, and I’d like to help you forget all about it, too.”
I don’t want to think.
I want the numbers and Markov and every frayed edge of the Consortium to fall silent under something I can control.
Robin grins, daredevil and wicked. “I mean, everyone’s waiting for us downstairs…” she teases.
“Then we’ll have to be quick. How fast can you come for me, little bird?”
Her breath quickens. “Why don’t we find out?
” she says, and strips off her blouse while I busy myself with the button of her jeans.
She’s down to her white cotton underwear within seconds, and I back her up against the wall.
Her skin is hot under my fingers, smooth and perfect.
Her body is so familiar now, and yet the hunger never dulls.
The need to have her, all of her, only burns hotter every time we touch.
I slide my hand into her panties and find her wet for me already, gasping when I close my fingers on her clit. She clutches my shoulders as I start to rub her, teasing her toward the edge.
“You have the loveliest little clit,” I murmur, enjoying the way it swells and pulses under my fingertips. “And I love watching you squirm when I play with it.”
Robin moans, her head falling into the curve of my neck.
I stop for a moment, ignoring her protests so I can pull her tits out of her bra cups, smiling as her nipples tighten and darken under my eyes. “You have perfect nipples,” I tell her. “And you make the most delicious sounds when I play with them, too.”
Her cheeks flush, and I grin. I love the way I can make her blush—love the way her whole body reacts to my words.
“Now, like you said, we don’t have much time. I want you to come for me, quick as you can,” I tell her, my lips brushing her ear as I resume playing with her clit.
She whimpers and spreads her legs, letting me slide two fingers inside her.
Her cunt clenches around me, so wet and welcoming.
I curl my fingers, let the heel of my hand press hard into her clit.
“That’s it, darling, just like that. I love having you like this, legs spread open and your cunt dripping down my wrist?—”
She arches against the wall, her body writhing under my hands. God, I could watch her like this forever, coming undone beneath my fingers. I judge my moment, lower my head to take her tempting nipple between my teeth, teasing at it while she squirms and pants.
And then, with my fingers buried deep in her cunt and my mouth sucking hard at her tits, she comes for me, a full-body shudder that shakes her from head to toe. She lets out a broken cry, and I’m glad the office walls are thick stone, because she doesn’t try to hold back.
I let her ride through the waves until she’s had enough, and then I pivot us both around, lean up against the wall myself. “Now get down there and show me what a good girl you are,” I tell her, pulling up my skirt and pushing my panties to one side.
Still in the aftershocks of her own orgasm, she sinks to her knees, obedient and eager.
As she slides her mouth down over my pussy, the world falls away.
All I’m aware of is the heat of her mouth and the softness of her lips, the way her clever tongue curls against me, lapping at my cunt like she can’t get enough.
It doesn’t take long. Just the sight of her, eyes closed and her lips pressed into my clit, has me halfway to orgasm. I rock against her, fingers buried in her hair, praising her for her efforts.
“God, yes, you’re so good, that’s it, right there—I’m going to come for you, and you’re going to drink me down, aren’t you? You’re going to enjoy every last drop.”
She makes a muffled sound of assent and buries her face into me, licking and sucking as I rock frantically against her, chasing my orgasm. It hits me hard, almost violently, and she moans as my pussy drenches her, holding her head steady while I grind down onto her.
It takes a while to come down. I’m dimly aware that I’ve made a mess of her face, and I should probably be sorry, but I’m not.
“You look perfect,” I murmur, stroking her cheek. “With my mess all over your pretty face. Now get up and kiss me.”
She stands, and she’s grinning, cheeks flushed and lips red. “We need to get back downstairs,” she tells me breathlessly, giggling, after we kiss. “But I should clean up first.”
I send her into the adjoining bathroom to wash her face while I adjust my clothes.
Markov tries to slink back in at the edges of my mind and I shut the door in his face.
There will be time to pull the Consortium apart thread by rotten thread.
I will hunt the traitor and I will punish them.
I will redraw the maps and write new rules and teach old dogs new tricks.
But not now.
For now, I’ll go downstairs again with Robin and enjoy the time that we have together, enjoy watching her family explore the castle. Maybe I’ll show them one or two of the secret passages littered throughout.
And it strikes me then that I’m craving the ordinary just as much as the extraordinary—the warmth of a shared meal, the laughter of her family in my halls.
I want her. But I want all of her: her body, her love, her family, too.
She’s so much richer than I have ever been, I see now. And I want desperately to share in that wealth she has to offer.