Chapter 4
CHAPTER FOUR
My breath hitches in my throat, and I can feel my pulse everywhere now, but I widen my stance, leaning onto the desk as if I’m waiting for a police officer to frisk me.
Funny how it’s two criminal psychopaths wielding all the power right now.
Seconds tick by with me just standing there. Waiting. Holding my breath. Hoping for some kind of miracle.
A floorboard creaks, and my muscles tighten, readying themselves for whatever might come. My mind is creative enough to make up all kinds of scenarios, from scorchingly hot to devastatingly painful and outright murderous.
I’m fully aware I’m playing a dangerous game. I’ve seen others in this business rise and fall—sometimes even literally—to their deaths, for lesser reasons. The ways of London’s Mafia families are not new to me. For years, I’ve stayed clear of them.
Then I made the mistake of catching the attention of him.
Still staring at my hands on the countertop, I can’t see either of the men, but I can feel their eyes all over me. Then I hear both of them stalking closer.
I press my lips together, willing myself to not make a sound. I won’t give them the triumph of seeing my fear. Or any other emotion, for that matter.
A warm body presses itself against me from behind. I take a deep breath—and there it is. His damn scent. When pure ice meets burning wood and smells like sin, danger, and death, all rolled into one.
Reaper leans over me until his hardened cock is pressed against the seam of my barely clothed ass.
“You have something that doesn’t belong to you,” he says while trailing kisses down the side of my neck. “Remember those files you stole?”
I don’t even try to hide my smile. “Right now, I can’t even remember my own name.”
“I doubt that, Riven.”
My name rolling from his tongue sends a shiver down my spine and sizzling heat straight to my core. I almost whimper when his fingertips ghost over my front, down between my breasts and over my stomach.
“Let’s try that again.” His fingers graze my clit through my dress. “Who has the files?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He increases the pressure on my clit, creating a delicious friction with the fabric still in between us. “Who’s your client? Who hired you to steal them?”
“I have never . . . stolen anything . . . in my whole . . . life.”
The other man chuckles darkly. “Such a bad liar.”
He’s standing on the opposite side of the desk, toying with a lighter. The flame throws shadows over his mask, making him look even more like a psychopath than before. Like someone who’ll tear me limb from limb if I don’t do what he says. Someone who’ll relish in this kind of torture.
“What about the knife you stole that same night?” Reaper asks. “Remember it? The knife that belongs to me.”
“Oh yeah,” I pant. “I remember it now. It’s pretty. I keep it in my cave of treasures with all the other prizes I’ve stolen. You just have to find it in the middle of nowhere and say, ‘Open sesame.’”
Reaper wraps his hand around my throat and squeezes. “You think that’s funny?”
I can’t help but gasp. Or laugh. I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing anymore.
“Kind of.”
Without warning, he pushes my dress out of the way and places the heel of his hand on my clit, while his fingers start playing with my pussy.
Oh God . . .
It’s embarrassing how wet I already am, but I don’t care. I need more.
“Who bought the files?” He plunges one finger inside. “Give me their names, little thief.”
I groan with pleasure and frustration alike. If this is his way of torture, I want it on a regular basis. But only if he keeps his silent promise and lets me come.
“What . . . files?” I ask again, pretending to know nothing about them, even though I know everything.
People don’t just hire me because I’m damn good at my job. They hire me because I’m discreet. And therefore expensive. I can be trusted with sensible information, and my clients can rest assured it’s a lot safer than the French crown jewels.
But if I give up the information? I’m as good as dead, because then I won't be of any use to them.
“Someone’s been a very bad girl,” Reaper murmurs, inserting another finger into my pussy. “Not giving us the answers to the questions I’ve asked you so nicely.”
I wouldn’t call feeling someone up and whispering in their ear to get them to comply “nice,” but who am I to judge? For a Mafia enforcer who spends his nights torturing and killing people, this is probably the nicest Reaper’s been in his whole life.
As for the files, I don’t know who has them now. I work through a middleman. Always have, because it’s safer that way. The only thing I know for sure is they’re in good hands.
Not that I’m telling them that.
Without warning, Reaper withdraws his fingers and takes his hands off me. The sudden loss and disappointment hit me like a freight train. What the fuck is wrong with me?
“Seems like you need to learn your lesson the hard way.”
My shoulders stiffen at the dark edge in his voice, but I don’t dare move. Not even as I feel firm hands on my hips frisking me. First one leg, down and up again, then the other one, until his fingers move between my thighs again, giving me exactly what I crave.
Suddenly, a rough palm connects with my bottom, and I yelp in surprise. The impact pushes me forward on the desk until I’m lying on my forearms, legs spread, ass in the air.
Fingers pull at the fabric, then another hand comes crashing down on my bare ass, hitting the same spot and sending waves of pleasure and pain through my entire system.
Then again, on the other side.
And again.
I bite back a moan and force my eyes open.
The second man is standing on the other side of the desk, his eyes raking me over as if he’s already fucking me in his mind.
“Why don’t you take off your dress, love?” It’s an order disguised as a question.
Despite everything, I muster up the courage to snort. “I’d like a name first, before I get naked for someone, you know?”
Heat and pain explode in my ass cheek.
This time I can’t help myself—I moan loudly.
Warmth floods my face, but I don’t give in to the embarrassment. Both of them already know I’m enjoying this treatment more than I’ll ever admit.
“Take it off,” Reaper growls behind me, his palm rubbing my bottom. “Unless you want me to cut it open. Your bra too.”
I hate the way his voice sends a sizzling shiver through my body.
Strong arms help me up but cage me in. I can move, but I can’t run. I can’t escape what’s coming.
And still, I hold the stranger’s gaze despite his mask covering his entire face, even his eyes. I don’t know if he’s amused or angry at my disobedience or—
“Ghost,” he says, to my surprise. “You can call me Ghost.”
Reaper and Ghost. I might not die tonight, but I’m already in hell. Or heaven. Not sure if there’s a difference anymore.
My pulse roars, but at least my fingers don’t tremble when I pull the straps of my dress and my bra over my shoulders. Excruciatingly slowly, to make them both suffer.
When I’ve finally dragged the dress down, my back hits Reaper’s chest again, and his hard cock presses against me.
Electricity zings through my body and hums on my skin, but I don’t stop now. I snap my bra open and let it fall to my feet, until I’m standing there completely naked but for my heels.
Silence fills the room. Barely restrained breaths. The air thickens, and something shifts between us—something dark and powerful.
Ghost curses under his breath. “She’s stunning. You weren’t exaggerating.”
I stare at him in shock, ignoring the warm flutter in my stomach.
Reaper told him about me? About how we met? What we did in that church?
Ghost’s eyes roam my body. Then, in one swift movement, he takes off his shirt but keeps his mask in place.
My gaze travels over his muscular body covered in tattoos, down to his six-pack and the enormous bulge in his pants. All the while, Reaper presses himself against me from behind, his breath on my neck, his hands on my hips, his fingers grazing lazily over my belly and in between my thighs.
I draw in a breath, my eyes following Ghost’s movements as he slowly opens his belt and drags down the zipper of his pants. He pulls out his cock, hard and already glistening with pre-cum just from watching Reaper spank me, and from me getting naked in front of them.
“You want it?” Reaper’s lips graze my ear, his warm breath ghosting over my neck with every word he speaks, and I shudder. “Go on then.”
Not waiting for an answer, he pushes me back down onto the desk.
“Suck his cock, little thief. Show him what a bad, bad girl you truly are.”