Chapter Six
Jace
? “Human” – Sevdaliza ?
Lily stops at the front door when she notices she has a new door and locks. I called in a lad to come fix both her doors. Her front door has a new keypad lock that includes fingerprints, along with an inside security blocker. The only fingerprints in the system are hers and Celeste’s.
And Rowan’s... and mine.
I step around her to enter the code on the keypad. “Yeah, you need to teach me how to change the code.”
I nod, opening the door for her. She walks into the kitchen, looking over her shoulder at me with a seductive smile. She puts her food on the kitchen counter and walks to her bedroom door, shutting it.
I sit at the kitchen island and pull my laptop out to start working on the two cases Axel referred to Rowan and me.
One is for some shit-head named Mateo Davenport.
Recently he tried to divorce his wife, who mysteriously disappeared with his money and a family heirloom.
He hasn’t heard from the wife in over three months.
Surprisingly, he doesn’t want his money back.
He is more focused on us finding her, getting back the family heirloom, and keeping it out of the media.
I pull up our program to do a search on Mateo. He is a broker, works on Wall Street at the top of his company. He has a net worth of $2.3 billion with three divorces under his belt already—four if you count Ms. Ava, the mystery woman who disappeared.
There is a good reason he has been divorced multiple times in the past two years, and I don’t think getting the family heirloom is his priority. We do this for a living, and sometimes our clients think we are stupid. We have seen everything. Any and all types of scenarios.
I hear Lily’s door open, then see her step out of her room dressed in a tight V-neck T-shirt with little shorts and knee-high socks.
It leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination.
I try to swallow but my throat feels constricted as my eyes follow her footsteps to the kitchen.
She picks up her food and makes her way to the living room to sit her pretty little arse down on the couch.
“Take a break, let’s watch something together,” she says with a smile, showing off those two dimples.
No muscles in my body move as I stare at her.
I watch her hand pat the couch right next to her, suggesting where to sit.
I look at my computer, slowly blinking. I have not entered anything in the program and it’s already 3 a.m. I turn back to Lily, seeing her eat her fries while she channels surfs the TV.
One episode won’t hurt. Once she falls asleep, I will continue entering my notes in the program.
I walk to the couch, sitting feet away from her. “What do you want to watch?” she asks.
“Anything except your porn.”
She rolls her eyes and puts on the porn show.
I pretend not to watch her open the greasy bag and pull out the piece— or sandwich, as she corrected me.
She swiftly unwraps the sandwich and takes a bite.
Her head falls back, a moan leaving her mouth.
My hands stiffen on the couch at the silky, seductive sound.
Fuck Rowan for putting me through this torture.
The motherfucker did this on purpose, I know he did.
I have to keep reminding myself I am here for her protection.
To make sure nothing happens to her. But if she makes that noise again, there is nothing on this earth that would protect her from me.
I think about her at the club tonight, entertaining all those men while they looked at her like she was some slab of meat.
I wanted her in the VIP room with me so that I wouldn’t get kicked out for splitting someone’s jaw in half—especially Mateo’s.
He keeps Lily entertained. They talked for most of the night.
He ignored all his colleagues and just faced Lily, kept her fucking smiling.
Feckin’ smiling.
Lily squirms on the couch as she uses her thumb to wipe off whatever sauce is on the corner of her mouth, then sucks on her thumb, cleaning it off. “Want a bite?”
I look between her and the sandwich. She gets on her knees, crawling to me on the couch, holding out the sandwich in one hand.
“It tastes so good,” she whispers.
My fingers grasp the couch as I feel my cock spring against my zipper. She’s only inches away from me, her chest pressing against the side of my arm. With one rapid move, she throws her leg over me, straddling my waist.
“álainn, what are you doing?” I clench my teeth so hard they could crack.
“Giving you a bite,” she says, smiling at me, using that seductive siren mouth of hers. I’d be damned if anyone could say no to this woman. How can I say no to this woman? She is the siren of the sea, the witch of the forest, and my fucking kryptonite.
Her hips move slightly, adjusting herself on top of me, right on my dick. I grab her waist, squeezing tightly, and close my eyes. “Don’t you fucking move.”
She leans closer to me, her chest pressed against mine. “Don’t you want a bite, Mr. Cook?” she hums.
I crush her hips with my fingers, knowing I could possibly be leaving fingerprints.
My breathing becoming erratic, feeling her hard nipples pressed against my chest with only a layer of fabric separating us.
My eyes break open when I feel her breath on my lips.
Her eyes meet mine for only a second before she closes hers and presses her lips softly against mine.
An electric surge shocks me when our mouths connect.
I move my hands from her hips, crawling up her back until I reach her neck.
My finger rubs against the pulse, feeling it beat harder as I pull her deeper into me.
I squeeze her nape and she opens her mouth, letting my tongue dance against her.
I break us apart and move down, leaving hungry kisses from her cheeks down to her chest. She starts to grind against my cock while running her hands through my hair.
I grab her tight little shirt and rip it down the middle.
A gasp leaves her mouth when I hold her breast in my hand and roam my tongue along her nipple before I close my teeth on it and pull.
A moan rolls off her tongue, her head falling back as she grips the base of my hair, pulling even harder.
I could listen to that all night. I want to bask in that sound, fucking imprint it into my memory and replay it over and over again. I have waited three fucking years, three fucking long, hard years for this day.
I look up at her while sucking the next breast. She looks down at me with slightly parted lips, panting.
“This is a one-time thing, Mr. Cook. I still fucking hate you.”
My mouth lingers on her nipple as I stare at her, her hand reaching down to the zipper of my pants, and I grab her wrist, holding her still. Her eyes widen when she realizes I’ve stopped her.
She hates me. She fucking hates me. And she keeps calling me “Cook.” I’m not going to fuck her if she hates me, but I will make sure she hates that we didn’t fuck.
I will make her loathe that we didn’t fuck.
I’ll keep her coming and coming, until she can’t fucking take it anymore, until she is begging.
I will tear, rip, fucking snatch the hate right out of her from her fucking core.
I pick her up by her underarms and throw her body off me, her back bouncing on the couch.
I finish ripping her shirt all the way off and draw a gasp from her as I lick my way down her chest to her stomach, hitting all the sensitive parts of her skin.
I continue kissing, leaving marks along her skin while taking off her shorts, throwing them behind me.
Grabbing her thighs, I toss them on my shoulders. Her clit glistens in the small light from the living room, our breathing the only noise surrounding us.
I use one finger to slowly graze between her lips.
She is dripping. Dripping for me. She says she hates me, but her cunt says otherwise.
Her eyes close and her back rises off the couch.
I have one leg on the floor, holding me balanced, and my other leg bent at the knee on the couch.
I drag her thighs closer to my face, leaving only her shoulders and head to touch the couch.
My finger still brushes against her clit, down to her entrance.
“Please,” she whispers.
I smirk at her, before bringing her sweet pussy to my lips.
I widen my tongue, swiping from her entrance to flicking her clit slowly, taking my time.
Worshiping this fucking siren like she deserves.
I don’t use too much pressure, my tongue barely skimming against her clit just enough to tease her.
Yet I eat her like she is my last meal. The most delicate, expensive fucking meal I have ever had.
I take my time, letting her taste invade my taste buds. Letting her scent overwhelm my smell.
Fuck, she is so divine.
“Please!” she cries.
“Please what, baby?” I stick one finger in her, curving it to hit the spot, and a scream erupts throughout the house. I can feel her clench around my two fingers, a river running between my hand and my mouth while I finger-fuck her little pussy.
I could do this for the rest of my life.
“Speak it, álainn. Would you like to come?” I remove myself from her.
“No!” She reaches out. “Please don’t stop.”
I tighten my arm that is wrapped around her waist to keep her from running away and jab three fingers inside of her, my mouth returning to her clit to play.
She moans my name, her core tensing around my fingers, her thighs squeezing my face.
Her hands grab onto a throw pillow above her head as I feel her body shake.
I continue holding her while her body ceases, using my tongue to lick up the juices left over for me, from her center to the side of her thighs.
Such a mess we made.
When her body feels limp, I slowly drop her back onto the couch, kissing her thighs and making my way back up to her mouth. Until I hear my phone ring in the kitchen.
Feckin’ bollocks.
I stand, walking to the kitchen counter. I look down at my feet when I notice I almost stepped on the sandwich Lily threw at some point. I see the caller ID, bringing my phone to my ear.
“His place was empty?”
Rowan really feels the need to call me now about John? I already put those events in the program earlier but for some reason, when I add events into the program, he always feels like it is a necessity to call and confirm facts.
I can feel Lily’s hands on my back as she rubs around me, moving to finish unzipping my jeans.
“Empty,” I reply to Rowan while trying to keep my composure. Her fingers send an electrifying current through my body.
“Have you tried to call him?”
Oh, for fuck’s sake.
“Yes,” I reply.
Lily finishes unzipping my jeans. I turn around to see a huge smile on her face, her dimples protruding as she bends down onto her knees in front of me.
Her shirt is ripped open like a vest, her perky breasts bouncing at her movements, her shorts on the floor by her feet.
The only thing left are her sexy baseball-themed knee-high socks.
I keep the grin on my face when she pulls my pants slightly down and tugs my dick out of my boxers.
Her eyes widen, and she bites on her bottom lip when she grabs my dick to inspect my Jacob’s ladder.
“And?” Rowan asks, still on the line.
I never gave Lily a chance to taste how sweet she was in my mouth.
My tongue darts out to my bottom lip, still tasting her on me.
I put my phone to my chest, grab her chin with my other hand, and press hard enough for her mouth to open in shock as I spit inside her.
I can see her eyes go dark as she swallows.
I put my phone to my ear again. “He didn’t answer.”
“Was it me or you who hired John?” Rowan asks.
So many feckin’ questions right now. I set the phone down on the kitchen counter, putting it on speaker and muting it simultaneously.
Lily uses her tongue to lick the pre-cum dripping from my cock.
With no hesitation, she wraps her pouty lips around my head.
I throw my head back, clenching my hands behind me on the counter, gripping as tight as I can.
Her mouth feels so warm as she hollows out her cheeks.
I unmute the phone. “Neither of us. Your father hired him after the Club Opal incident and he just kind of never left,” I tell Rowan and quickly mute the phone again.
I grab Lily’s hair, pushing myself deeper in her throat. “Fuck, you’re such a good girl, taking all of me.”
She looks up from her wet lashes, gagging and trying to push back away from me.
I use my thumb to wipe the fallen tears on her cheeks and bring it to my lips to taste the saltiness of her.
I want to indulge in every little thing that comes from this woman.
I want her to be my demise, and I would thank her for it without remorse.
I grip the nape of her neck harder, keeping my cock deep in the back of her throat. “Breathe through your nose, álainn. You can take it.”
“Find history on John and let me know. And Jace?” Rowan says.
I unmute the phone and clench my teeth. “What?”
“Be careful with Lily.”
She smiles with my cock still deep in her mouth. She looks fucking beautiful on her knees in front of me, and I think my little siren likes the idea of sneaking around when someone can hear. I hang up the phone and smile down at her.
She pops my cock out of her mouth, giving me her seductive eyes. “Yeah, be careful with me, Jace.”
“I said I would break you, didn’t I?” I grip her hair and shove myself back into her.