Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
CADE
I don’t think I’ve ever met a woman as perfect as Vi.
Sure, she has faults, we all do. But I like the ones I’ve seen. And while I don’t count speaking her mind as one, her thing of not shutting up and letting the words purge from her fucking soul and imagination when she’s caught tight, embarrassed, is something to watch for.
It could be damning and dangerous if she isn’t taught to channel it.
She didn’t do it at Ivan’s, as far as I know.
Just last night with the delivery guy and Thomas.
Delivery guy shit was both funny and hot. And her vomitous words with Thomas could have got her killed.
That’s what I’m scared of.
I’d fucking love for her not to go tonight, but she’s so damned stubborn that I don’t think she’s going to listen to me.
She wants to be submissive in any and all scenarios I come up with that we can use the word cement on.
The rest of the time?
It doesn’t matter she’s ten years younger than me. The woman sees herself as an equal. And I consider her as such. I admire that. Except when her life’s on the line.
But I can’t see a way out of it.
Thomas expects her, and excuses to men like him are nothing more than weaknesses exposed.
I sit back at my desk, Enzo, my small angel-devil all rolled into one, on the big computer screen right up in the corner.
We came back here in the early hours of the morning, and since Vi isn’t working today, I fucked her, mainly because I could, and I can’t seem to get enough of her, and then ordered her to sleep.
Not in our room—my room—but in the guest one, because I like her naked, and she’d be a distraction, more than she is already simply by being here, and I need to work.
Work means talking with Enzo. And he’s not getting a free viewing.
It might happen, like in his kitchen, but it’s not something I ever plan.
And right now, we’re not playing. She’s sleeping and then her day is going to be spent shopping with her friend, Lia.
Before I started work with Enzo, just work, not on the Thomas Allistair lead and not on the Dungeon, I woke her and warned her I’d be face timing with Enzo.
What she does with that…I can’t stop it.
The weird thing is, I’m not a jealous guy. Not unless there’s reason to be. But I don’t want other men touching her. Looking is one thing, touching is another.
And at the club…
I blow out a breath.
I really don’t want her at this one.
Even though I know it’s going to be up her alley.
There are plenty more in this city I’d be more than happy to take her to. Clean and legit ones.
“What’s that look for?” Enzo asks.
I glance at the door, knowing she might listen. I think about flicking on the cameras, but I stop myself. I don’t need the added distractions. But what I’ve got to say to Enzo right now she can overhear. It’s nothing I wouldn’t say to her face.
“Vi’s got this real cute habit I didn’t know about.”
He leans in closer to the camera on his end, and I’m glad the picture is small on my screen. I don’t need that kind of close up larger than life. “Do tell.”
I roll my eyes. “It’s not dirty, dude.”
“Way to ruin what could have been morning wood.” He flops back and gets to work once more.
I wince. “Bro.”
“What?”
With a sigh, I ignore the bait of what. “She can’t turn off the talking when she’s nervous and embarrassed. It just gushes. Last night, she told Thomas we were partners, and she was a hacker.”
“Shit.”
We stare at each other, and this time, I do click on the camera. She’s sleeping still, tits exposed, sheets tangled.
I swallow and click it off. I don’t need the stimulation. Although, she’s worth about five shots of caffeine in that one small glimpse alone because every part of me is fired up.
“Vi’s lucky that he got a call. I don’t want her getting into trouble when we’re out.”
“Define out.”
I close my eyes briefly. “At the Dungeon. He told me to bring her.”
“Your Violet can be trained.”
“She’s not a pet.” I narrow my eyes.
“Not what I mean. Give her some subjects to gush on if confronted. If he presses her again, make sure she knows to play up the inconsequential and downplay the important things. She’s not a hacker, so play up you two being together.”
I nod slowly. “She can act dumb. I can get away with having her silent, but if she’s spoken to…
” The elevator, the private meeting, they were all training in a way, training in what not to do.
“I’ll talk with her, tell her to gush stupidly, deny anything else, and play up us as a couple. You’re right.”
“Of course, I’m right.” He sniffs. “Or you could leave her at home.”
I want to. Fuck do I want to. But I really fucking doubt I’ll get in the door the way I want without her.
Allistair wants to see if I’ve got something to hide, and she’s a pretty easy marker for that.
I flick the camera back on, and she’s up, heading to the door of the room naked.
“How about I come to your place in two hours? We can finish up this if we don’t finish before that, and then we can strategize tonight.”
Enzo nods. “Sounds like a plan.”
I end the video call right as Vi walks in.
She comes up, and I spin on my chair, pulling her on my lap and sampling her lush mouth.
Pure sin in the morning, sleepy and soft at the edges.
I plunge my tongue into her mouth, twining with hers as she kisses me back. I slide a hand between her thighs where she’s wet from our early morning fuck. Wet from arousal if her slow undulations against me are anything to go by.
Vi kisses a path to my neck and then up to my ear. “Good morning.”
“Better now you’re awake.”
She nips my lobe. “Were you watching me?”
I slide a finger into her. “I was working.”
“Oh.”
I chuckle. “You sound disappointed.” I pull out my finger and get up, taking her with me, and I throw her on the bed. “I think we should take care of that.”
Then I push her thighs apart and kneel, burying my face in the heady nectar between her thighs, licking her lips all the way up to her clit.
She tastes good. Salty, sweet, a little of the funk of me.
Sucking on her clit, I thrust my fingers into her pussy and her ass. She’s tight, and her insides clutch at me.
I love how the slickness makes it easier, but when she starts to ripple in small spasms, she squeezes me hard, and my cock fucking aches.
I love every fucking moment of it.
The soft warm velvet of her, the heat inside. The tightness and the wet. Shit, I even like the growing ache in my hard cock, the ache that’s going to stay all day somewhere deep, like a hunger that needs to be fed, that is going to remind me of her.
Because I’m not going to jerk off.
I’m going to let it sit, fester, the denial a building block to a better release.
But what I love most is when she explodes, pushing up against my mouth as her spasms try to crush my fingers, and I suck her clit even harder.
She whimpers a scream.
I keep going, holding her there as she tries to escape, holding her until she stops fighting and starts pushing again, and this time, when she comes, it’s full body.
I drink down her fluids.
When I’m done, I kiss her hard and wipe my mouth against her tits and go back to my computer.
I can smell her, and it’s an added little hook of a torture device. Clearly, I’ll need to shower later, but first, I need to work.
Freshly showered, and Vi out with her friend to get something to wear ‘out’ tonight, I finish up the job I’ve got with Enzo and then I get on the train and head to his place.
The job was small and straight forward for us. We both know there’ll be more coming with that client, but this one is an easy and above-board job, which is good, because I need to concentrate on finding this Gianna.
Enzo is in the kitchen when I arrive, making coffee. I help myself to a cup, and we head down to the basement where we can talk and jump on the computers if we need to.
I know we’ll need to.
“The club comes across as way more exclusive than any other. It’s word of mouth only, and even that is protected to the point that anyone who has no hope of getting in thinks it’s the other club our friend Thomas owns.
” Enzo taps on his keyboard to bring up a list of hidden and not so hidden clubs.
“Or they just think it’s an urban myth.”
I nod. “Hidden in plain sight.”
I figured all this, but the confirmation is good.
“You got a look at the Dungeon’s finances when you showed off to Allistair?”
“Yes and no. It was surface stuff. Hidden. I mean, he’s clearly using the business for laundering but in the grand scheme, that’s nothing. I want the deep stuff.”
“Which we can’t get at, unless you get in there.”
“I know. I figured that out in the meeting. It’s why I dropped the whole rich CEO to man with money who works behind the scenes.”
“So…you.”
I smile. “What we always say, man, stick to what you know. And men like him always need people like us. Cade could get us into the inner sanctum, Max wouldn’t get in the door.”
He nods. “Whatever else he does is either of the regular criminal variety on a big scale, or he’s involved in the shit we don’t like.”
“It’s the shit we don’t like.”
Enzo’s gaze flickers to me.
I tell him about the girl and the slave tattoo. “Question is, did he get Gianna for himself, for one of his bigger customers, or is he passing her along for a profit?”
“Or maybe he’s not involved in the Gianna thing at all.”
“My nose says something doesn’t smell good with him.” I look up the club on the dark web, where there’s just the name.
The Dungeon.
I look up the other one, Dungeon. Same logo. No ‘The’. That one has an address, The Dungeon does not. And all it says under The Dungeon is Invitation Only.
But I open up the site for Dungeon.
Classy. Kinky. And I have a feeling that Vi will like it.
Fuck, she’ll like The Dungeon, too. The main part.
It’s what goes on in the private suites, the lowest level that I know she’ll hate.
Girls used. In all the ways, and I don’t even want to think of the age limit.
If there is one.