11. Matti
Matti
S tanding, I drag my palms up over her ass. Her fingers are pressing so hard into the stone wall that the skin is white around the nails.
I move closer to her, dipping down so that I’m almost touching the top of her head with my forehead. Both of my hands are on the small of her back, and I slide them around to her waist under her sweater.
When I touch her soft warm skin under her shirt, I’m almost electrified, and it takes everything in me not to groan as I breathe her in.
Instead, I slide my hands up over her stomach to the hard wire band of her bra and lift it just enough to run my fingertips underneath.
When I barely graze her soft tits as I explore her cleavage, she shivers under my hands.
She lifts her chin upward, tilting her head back against me, her eyes closed.
Her breath is coming shallower now, and I am suddenly acutely aware that Vin is behind us, waiting. I glance over my shoulder, but he is preoccupied, playing lookout. It feels like minutes have passed, but I know it’s only been a few seconds. I know I should walk away now, but I can’t resist.
With both arms around her, my hands inside her bra, I press my hard cock against her ass.
She pushes back against me, and I lift the lace bra up and over her tits so that the band of her bra now rests on top of them.
I cup her full breasts in my palms, rolling her nipples softly between my fingers, my dick hardening further.
She blows out a long slow exhale, and my self-control starts to slip.
She flushes red, embarrassed. It takes every ounce of restraint I have to pull her bra back down in place, but when I do, she bites her bottom lip and a small whimper escapes in spite of herself.
She tips her chin down to her chest, closing her eyes.
That’s all the encouragement I need.
I run my palms down her stomach to her waistband and push my hand down into her jeans, over her underwear, going directly to her warm wet pussy pulsating beneath my fingers. She is soaked, and she gets wetter as I hook a finger into the silky fabric, ready to push it to the side.
“Do I need to search here? Nice little hiding spot,” I whisper in her ear.
She says nothing, and I start to withdraw my hand. I doubt seriously she has a flash drive hidden in her pussy. But fuck, every cell in my body is focused on sinking inside her.
Her body’s response is as clear as day. Her closed eyes, her pounding heartbeat: they tell me everything I need to know. But I want to hear her ask me to push my fingers into her warm, wet pussy. I want to hear her beg.
When she doesn’t answer, I start to drag my hand slowly away from her pussy and up over her stomach, her tight jeans pressing my fingers into her skin. She inhales sharply .
“Do what you have to do,” she snarls at me, turning her face to mine, her plump lips just inches away.
I lean in closer to her as if I might allow my lips to brush hers, and she closes her eyes, waiting. Instead, I turn so my mouth is right next to her ear and whisper, “Tell me you want me to.”
Her eyes pop open wide as I slide my hand back down to the damp fabric between her thighs and push it aside. Then stop. My fingertip hovers just above her wet slit.
She maintains fierce eye contact as she whispers hoarsely, “Fuck you.”
I raise my eyebrows at her and whisper back, “Wrong answer.”
Withdrawing my hand, I press my hard cock against her ass as I wipe my damp fingertips across her stomach. I laugh softly and whisper in her ear, “It’s a shame. You’re so wet for me, kitten.”
“I fucking hate you,” she hisses.
“Sure doesn’t feel like it. ” I slide my hands over her hips and will myself to focus on finding the flash drive and not all the ways I want to tear into her right now.
“Did you try to fuck my sister, too? Search her for your precious flash drive before you blew her up?” Her voice is sharp, her glare sharper. “What now? Kill me because I’m no use to you anymore?”
What the fuck? She thinks I killed her sister? I’m glad she’s facing away from me, because it takes a split second for me to recover.
“Who said you’re no use to me?” I snap, slapping her ass hard and pushing her toward Vin.
He doesn’t even glance up, still glued to his phone, his irritation evident in the slow roll of his shoulders.
She stops just short of crashing into him, whirls back around, and plants her hands on her hips. Defiance blazes in her eyes. “What the fuck do you want from me now?”
“Get the flash drive, kitten,” I say, my tone mocking, just to rile her up. It works.
“I don’t fucking have it!” she shouts, her cheeks flushed with fury. “And even if I did, I’d destroy it before I ever gave it to you. There’s no fucking way I’m handing over whatever it is Emily died for!”
I close the distance in a heartbeat, my hand wrapping around her throat as I pin her against the dumpster. Her breath catches, and her hands clutch at my wrist, fear creeping into her eyes.
Yeah, you fucked up, kitten.
“I’m not a man you want to cross, Siena,” I snarl. “I’ve killed people for less.”
Vin catches my eye over her shoulder, taking out his earbud and shaking his head slightly, indicating his phone. I exhale sharply. We had men search her car and slap a tracker on it when we spotted her, and they must not have found the flash drive.
Her wide eyes are locked on mine, equal parts fear and fire. I lean in closer until her ragged breaths warm my face. “Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to go retrieve the flash drive from wherever you have it stashed.”
Vin hands me her phone, and I release her throat to take it from him and hold it up to her face. It unlocks with a click.
“When you find it,” I say, handing the phone back to Vin, “you’ll call the number my partner’s saving in your contacts under ‘Bennett.’ Bennett will tell you what to do next. ”
“Fuck you,” she rasps, her voice weak but venomous. My gaze drops to her lips—wet, parted, and fucking tempting.
Fuck. Focus.
“If I have to hunt you down again, I won’t be nearly as nice next time.” I step in close to her, dragging my gaze down her curvy body. “Be a good girl, Siena. Do what you’re told. I promise you don’t want to see me angry.”
Vin drops her phone into her bag and steps back, crossing his arms.
It’s quiet for a beat. Siena glares at me, her chest rising and falling with uneven breaths, and I stare back at her, unwilling to look away.
Vin glances back and forth between us like he’s trying to figure out what’s happening.
There’s nothing more to say, but I don’t move. My body is so close to hers that her tits brush slightly against my shirt with each breath she takes. Neither of us moves away, as though some invisible rope is tying us together.
What the fuck is it about this woman?
Vin clears his throat, a glint of amusement in his eye. “So, uh…we done here or…?”
Keeping my gaze locked on hers, I step back. I want to throw her over my shoulder and drag her out of here. But there’s a bigger picture to keep in mind right now, as much as I hate letting her out of my sight.
She grabs her bag, slips sideways between us, and stomps angrily down the alley without looking back. Her hips sway defiantly, just like when she took off down the dock at the lake, and I hate that I can’t tear my eyes off of her until she turns the corner, disappearing into the crowd.
“Fifty-fifty shot she calls Bennett,” Vin says, flexing and stretching his jaw where Siena hit him. He raises an eyebrow at me. “I think you put the fear of God in her. Though I thought for a minute there you might put something else in her.”
“Maybe she doesn’t even have it anymore,” I mutter, ignoring his comment. I hope she doesn’t call Franco, though I can’t say that to Vin. I run a hand through my scruffy beard. “For all we know, she already got rid of it. Either way, she won’t call Bennett,”
Vin smirks. “She won’t, or you hope she won’t?”
When I don’t answer, he shrugs. “As long as we get the flash drive back, I don’t need to see that sucker-punching bitch again.”
I give him a cold look, and he grins, punching my shoulder lightly. “ I don’t need to see her again. But y ou can do whatever you want, brother.”
As we step into the street, I scan the crowd, searching for Siena, but she’s long gone. I should be relieved, but I’m not. I remind myself that she’s nothing but bait, a loose end that could lead us to the flash drive.
For now.