Chapter 18
The security room’s blue monitors glow had become oppressive somewhere around hour three. After this morning’s sorry excuse of an interrogation it was time to take a dive into Victor.
Bea rubbed her eyes, blinking away the burn of staring at financial records for too long. Beside her, Nico was hunched over his own laptop. His jaw tight with frustration as he scrolled through yet another set of encrypted communications.
“Anything?” Bea asked, though she already knew the answer.
“Nothing.” Nico’s voice was clipped, irritated. “His accounts are clean. No unusual transfers, no offshore holdings, no unexplained deposits. It’s like he’s a fucking saint, that is if you don’t look at his porn preferences.” Nico’s face scrunched up in disgust.
Bea leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms. “Ew, I don’t want to know. What about communications? Phone records? Emails?”
“All standard business. Shipment confirmations, personnel scheduling, vendor negotiations. Of course, if he has a burner there would be no way of us really knowing for sure.” Nico slammed his laptop shut with more force than necessary. “If he’s the rat, he’s covering his tracks perfectly.”
“Too perfectly,” Bea muttered.
“What?”
“Nobody’s this clean, Nico. Not in this life.” She gestured at the screens surrounding them. “Your family moves millions through these operations. There’s always something, a discrepancy, a pattern, a fucking typo. But Victor? He’s spotless.”
Nico’s eyes narrowed. “You think he scrubbed his records.”
“I think he’s smart enough to know someone would eventually look.” Bea stood, pacing the small space. “Which means whatever evidence exists, it’s not in the obvious places.”
“So we’re back to square one.” Throwing his head back against his seat.
“For now.”
Nico exhaled sharply, running both hands through his hair. “This is fucking pointless. We’ve been at this for hours and we have nothing.”
Bea watched him, the tension in his shoulders, the frustration radiating off him in waves. He looked exhausted. Wound tight. Vulnerable. Then she remembered Killian’s words, “Take control.”
She moved closer, perching on the edge of the desk beside his chair. Close enough that her thigh was inches from his arm. Close enough that he’d have to look up at her.
“We should take a break,” she said softly.
Nico glanced at her, wary. “We don’t have time for breaks.”
“We’re not going to find anything if we’re too tired to think straight.” Bea tilted her head, studying him. “Besides, I wanted to ask you something.”
His wariness intensified. “What?”
“Do you still watch me in my room?”
Nico’s entire body went rigid. Color flooded his face, not the soft pink of embarrassment, but the deep crimson of being caught.
“I-” He swallowed hard. “Dimitri had the cameras removed.”
“I bet he did.” Bea’s voice was honey-smooth, dangerous. “But before he did… did you watch me that morning, playing with my pussy?”
Nico’s breath hitched audibly. His eyes went wide, pupils dilating as he stared at her.
He nodded. Just once. Sharp. Desperate.
Bea felt heat coil low in her belly, from both arousal, and from power. From watching this brilliant, controlled man completely unravel under the weight of his own desire.
“Say it,” she commanded softly.
“Yes.” His voice was barely a whisper.
“Yes what?”
“Yes, I watched you.” His voice dipping low.
Bea smiled, slow and sultry, “You know what turns me on, Nico?” He shook his head, unable to speak.
“Knowing you watched.” She leaned in slightly, her voice dropping to something intimate and filthy. “Knowing you saw me spread out on that bed, touching myself, making myself come… and you couldn’t do anything but watch.”
Nico’s breathing was ragged now, his chest rising and falling too fast.
“Did you stroke your cock while you watched?” Bea asked.
Another nod. Frantic this time.
“Say it.”
“Yes.” The word came out strangled. “Yes, I…fuck…yes, I did.”
“Good boy.” Bea’s smile widened as she watched him shudder at the praise. “Are you turned on right now, Nico?”
“Yes.” He breathing heavy while pushing his glasses up, a nervous tick.
“That’s yes ma’am,” Bea corrected, her voice sharp with authority.
Nico’s eyes rolled back slightly, his whole body trembling. When he spoke again, his voice was wrecked. “Yes, ma’am.”
Bea felt the thrill of it, the complete surrender in those two words. The way he gave himself over to her dominance without hesitation, without resistance. She’d broken him, and damn, it felt good.
“Mmm, fuck, Nico.” Bea’s voice was a purr now, dark and filthy. “I bet you could eat my pussy so good, couldn’t you?”
“Yes, ma’am.” The words tumbled out immediately, desperate and reverent.
“You’d get on your knees for me, wouldn’t you? Put that smart mouth to better use?”
“Yes, ma’am.” His hands were gripping the armrests of his chair so hard his knuckles had gone white.
“You’d make me come on your tongue until you had me screaming?”
“Yes, ma’am.” He was panting now, his control completely shattered.
Bea reached out and cupped his jaw, forcing him to look directly at her. His eyes were glazed, pupils blown wide, his lips parted as he struggled to breathe.
“You want me to use you, don’t you, Nico?”
“Yes, ma’am.” His voice broke on the words.
“You want me to sit on your face and ride you until you can’t breathe?”
“Please, ma’am.” It came out as a groan.
Bea leaned in close, her lips brushing his ear. “You’re such a good boy when you submit to me.”
Nico made a sound, half whimper, half moan. Bea felt the power of it surge through her veins like a drug.
She pulled back slightly, studying his wrecked expression with satisfaction.
“Stand up,” she commanded.
Nico obeyed immediately, his movements jerky and uncoordinated. He stood before her, breathing hard, his arousal obvious through his pants.
Bea slid off the desk and stepped into his space, close enough that her breasts brushed his chest. She could feel the heat radiating off him, could see the way his pulse hammered in his throat.
“You’re going to do exactly what I tell you,” She said softly. “Aren’t you?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“And you’re going to be grateful for it.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He swallowed roughly.
Bea smiled, sharp and dangerous and absolutely in control.
“Mm that’s what I want to hear,” she whispered.