Chapter 20
Koen
"Good job on that last assignment,” Joseph says through the speaker phone as I lay it down on the desk.
My eyes are glued to the enigmatic Greer, who's now tucked under the covers like a secret.
Shifting in my seat, I wish I could get my body to chill the fuck out. My cock throbs behind my jeans, reminding me of my pretty little poison, her body spread on the bed, playing with herself before my cameras.
"Are you there?" Joseph says, pulling my eyes away from watching Greer sleep. They flick to the screen of my phone.
"Yeah. I'm here. Why are you calling?"
Joseph, my handler, never calls unless something's up or I've fucked up, usually the latter.
"Not happy to hear from me?"
"Not really, no. Spill it. What's the issue?"
"We have another job coming up for you, but the boss told me to rein you in."
I scoff with a snort. "As if you could."
Joseph’s low chuckle speaks to how close we've gotten over the years. "He wants to ensure this next one's put to bed quietly and done by the books."
That's code for 'Don't cut them up and leave them in the woods, Koen.’
"What makes this one so special?" I ask, running my finger over some dust on my keyboard.
The urge to tell Joseph to fuck off and march into my room and fuck this energy out of my bones is thick, and I'm trying my hardest to ignore it.
"You'll see when you get the mark. I'll send it over in the morning."
"Is that all?" I sneer, sitting back, adjusting my cock in my jeans, my touch lingering a bit too long and causing more blood to harden it more.
I tug it again, hissing under my breath as I snap my gaze to Greer, who's turned over in her sleep, one of her breasts visible.
"Yeah. That's it. Hey, you alright, man? I know you've been working a lot lately, but you sound more tired than usual."
That stops my hand as I snarl. "I'm fine."
"Alright, I was only asking. Don't bite my head off. Damn."
"I'll touch base with you afterward," I grit out.
"Okay. Oh, and Koen?"
I cut the call, not keen to hear whatever his next words were going to be.
I try and fail to get work done for the next hour, which is unlike me. I'm typically extremely focused, to the point where I have to force myself to take breaks.
With Greer in the house and everything that happened between us the last couple of days, it's hard to think.
She found blood on my cheek, and ever since, it's like she's leery of me and plotting, more so than she was prior.
For the next hour, I scrub the databases of my last kill, even going so far as to ensure that Greer and I weren't spotted on any highway cameras on our way to or from Sip.
By the time I shut down the computer systems, I'm about to go out of my mind at the way my body is buzzing.
She awoke something in me I wish she'd have let lie dormant a little longer.
It feels like she took the upper hand and is planning to do something untoward with it.
That's what has kept me from going back to the bedroom and begging her to touch me.
I can't admit defeat.
I can't let her have even the slightest inkling of control.
The clock on the wall reads four a.m.; it's been hours since I left the room with her scent caked in my nose and the noises she made etched into my brain.
My eyes are burning, and my body is sore from hours of sitting at my desk.
Bear's fast asleep on the couch as if he knows the bedroom isn't where he belongs this morning.
I shut the door behind me when I walk into the room, slowly undressing as I listen to her soft snores.
She's in the middle of the bed, which will make it hard to get behind her and get comfortable.
Once I'm under the covers, I scoop her into me, all thoughts dying about regaining control and maintaining it.
She mumbles something inaudible while simultaneously curling her backside into my still-throbbing dick.
"Poison," I hiss. "Hold still. Fuck's sake." The last bit is a heavy moan as she presses back into me.
"Stalker?" she asks sleepily.
Her still not knowing my name is amusing to me, and I'll keep it that way as long as I can.
"Mm. Just me. Go back to sleep."
She settles closer, her arm coming back to linger over my hip, which does nothing for my racing heart.
I should've fucked her mouth hours ago. Now this ache in my cock is something that'll keep me from sleep until it's sated.
Every time I try to move, Greer moves with me.
An hour passes before I realize we're moving together in the middle of the bed, my cock dragging across her ass, her breathing heavy, and her head thrown back.
I drop my face into the crook of her neck, breathing her in.
"You're driving me mad," I admit. "Let me sleep."
"You're the one who came to bed locked and loaded."
I snort at the accusation, but she's not wrong.
"I couldn't help it. Not after I left here earlier." I hate that the admission slipped out.
She's bating me with her ass, grinding it against my cock, her hand on my hip, pulling me closer.
She's a siren.
She's a venomous spider, luring me into her web.
Even knowing that, I find her sex with my hand, spreading her and sliding two fingers through her wetness.
"Fuck, you're soaked."
"I can't help it." Her mirrored words as I sink two fingers inside her have me ravenous.
There's no way to leave this bed and find any sanity. There's no way to leave this bed without fucking her.
I want her to scream for me, awake and aware.
I want her pleasure to be mine.
I fucking want her.
"I need more than this. I can't stand it," I admit, licking up her throat.
"Me too," she breathes, rolling and taking my fingers from her center.
Subconsciously, I knew what I wanted when I got into this bed nude and hard, but I thought maybe her presence would lull me to sleep.
Instead, it made it worse.
Her hand wraps around my dick and slides up and down the shaft, and my mouth drops open.
"Harder," I grit out. "Jerk it harder."
Her grip tightens, her hand stealing my breath as she does as she's told for once.
"Faster," I plead.
"No." Her pace remains even, her eyes flicking to mine. "I don't want you to come yet."
"Poison," I warn, when she lets go of me, ruining the building ache.
Rolling onto her back, she tugs on my arm, as if to lure me over her body, between her thighs.
I've only been in that position when she's unaware, so I hesitate.
I don't want to ruin what we had before, even if she wasn't present for the connection I think I have with her.
But not doing this would halt everything in its tracks.
I worry that maybe I won't like her like this, her eyes open, her body alert.
I'm powerless to do anything other than what she's commanded, so I roll over her, spreading her thighs wider with my size.
"I won't be able to stop," I rasp out.
"No one said I wanted you to." Her nails dig into my arms, and her legs wrap around me, pulling me closer.
I have barely enough room between us to reach down and notch at her entrance. Managing it, I pause there, jerking my questioning gaze up at her.
When she doesn't give a rebuttal, I shove forward, my hand leaving my dick as it finds its home.
Her warm, tight cunt welcomes me inside, and I moan, dropping my face to hers, our foreheads connecting.
"Fuck, you're big," she whispers.
"You can take me," I remind her.
As I work myself deeper with each stroke, I widen my knees on the bed, taking hers from around me, so that I can fuck her harder, deeper.
I need everything from her.
Before, I worried that the connection between us would change with her being awake, and it has.
It feels... overpowering.
Greer captures my lips, and the kiss has my thrusts slowing and lengthening as I drag out of her body to the tip before thrusting back inside, creating a rhythm that'll have me coming soon.
Greer's fluttering walls around me are too fucking good, and I want to warn her to knock it off, but I also want more.
I want every bit of what I've been missing when she's been asleep.
"Fuck, you feel so goddamned good." My lips hover close, our breathing mixing.
"Better than when I'm unconscious?" she asks, and I would be shocked if I weren't preoccupied.
"God, yes," I reply.
What's the harm in her knowing?
The connection between us, the attraction, only balloons into something larger as we both collectively work toward our own ends.
We're both damned, that's what this feels like.
She has to feel it, too.
She comes with a scream and drags me beneath the inky depths with her. My sweat-slick forehead presses against hers as I capture her lips, jerkily moving inside her, spent.
When I come up for air and pull out of her, she exhales shakily.
"Well, there's no going back from here, poison."
"That was... This is... I don't even know your name." Her anxiety becomes palpable between us as I linger over her.
Like it's seeping through my skin.
I open my mouth to tell her, and the bedroom door bursts open.
"Koen Grady! Get out of bed with your hands up!" a man screams as other agents fill the room.
My eyes lock on Greer. I watch a mix of confusion, relief, and panic flicker through them in the blink of an eye.
"Out of the bed with your hands up! Now!" Macho Man screams again, coming to the side of the bed, his assault rifle pointed right at me.
"Don't get your dick in a twist. I heard you," I grumble.
I slink off of Greer, her wrist clutching my hand as I put my feet on the ground.
"Koen?" she breathes.
I smirk at her, standing and putting my hands behind my back for the handcuffs to be placed on them.
I'm ass naked, and my semi-hard cock still has nut leaking from it as I give Greer a wink. "Don't worry, baby. I'll be back for you."
"You won't be anywhere for a long fucking time," Macho Man says behind me, cuffing my hands while another officer reads me my Miranda rights.
"If only you knew who you were fucking with, buddy boy."
I'm turned and led out of the room, and I hear one of the other officers ask Greer her name.
"Tony! I think we found that missing girl from Oakland,” he shouts into his radio.
This is Allison's doing; it has to be.
And when I get my hands on her, she'll wish she'd never been born.
I'm loaded into the back of a SWAT car. The backup burner I usually keep on me at all times is non-existent since I was taken in the nude.
A new agent I hadn't noticed in the bedroom gets into the driver's seat. "All set back there, fuck wad?" he goads.
I grin at him.
He can't know what's coming, but soon, he's going to wish he had turned down this assignment.
He's going to wish I'd listen to his pleas.
I watch the cabin grow faint, the eyes of Greer, my poisonous girl, locked on me from where she's wrapped in blankets, standing on the porch.
Even from here, I can tell she's crying.
"Don't cry for me, pretty poison. Cry for them."