Chapter 12
Keir
I pull my princess to the edge of the counter, spreading her legs open to take in the sight of her. Flushed, breathless, trembling.
“Such a pretty pussy,” I murmur, my voice thick with need as I inhale her scent.
Behind me, Dario lets out a low whistle.
My facial hair tickles the inside of her thighs as I flick out my tongue, tasting her for the first time. She gasps, her body jerking, and I groan against her wet heat. She’s already dripping, slick and sweet, and the way she reacts to my touch has my cock throbbing in my jeans.
I drag my tongue up her slit, swirling it before sucking her clit into my mouth, rolling it between my lips.
“Fuck, Keir,” she whimpers, her hands tangling in my hair.
I glance up, watching her unravel—eyes hooded, chest rising and falling in short pants. She’s never been fucked so I bet she’s never had her pussy eaten.
“Are you going to come all over my face, princess?” My voice is a growl against her heat.
She moans, her hips shifting as she tries to grind against my tongue.
“Yes—yes, more, please,” she begs.
Dario curses behind me, but I don’t give a fuck. I slide my tongue inside her, fucking her with slow, deliberate strokes. She tenses, legs trembling as she babbles something incoherent, her tattooed thighs clamping around my head.
I smirk against her, feeling her tighten, teetering on the edge. And then—I bite her clit.
Selene detonates with a sharp scream, her whole body seizing. I don’t stop, licking and sucking as she rides out her orgasm, writhing against me.
“Such a good fucking girl,” I growl, pressing a final kiss against her swollen clit.
I rise to my feet, taking in the vision of her—head tilted back, lips parted, skin flushed. She looks utterly wrecked, and fuck me if I don’t want to ruin her all over again but with my cock.
But we have unfinished business.
“Go throw some clothes on, princess,” I say, pressing a kiss to her cheek before walking out.
When I enter the main area, Kaz is already at the stove, frying something in a pan like he owns the place.
“You’ve made yourself comfortable already,” I remark.
He grunts, not looking away from the food.
Dario comes to stand beside me at the kitchen island, still looking dazed. “Well, fuck me. Can we keep her?”
I stiffen. No. We can’t.
“You know we can’t,” I say flatly. “As soon as this is over, we’re leaving.”
Dario’s grin vanishes. Kaz turns, and for a split second, something like shock flickers across his face.
“We have more important things to take care of—the syndicate,” I continue, forcing logic into my words, even as a part of me wants to take them back. Wants to explore whatever the fuck this feeling is towards Selene.
The silence from both of them is heavy.
“Look, we can have our fun, but—”
A laugh cuts me off.
I turn to see Selene leaning against the wall.
Her expression is unreadable, but the cold detachment in her eyes sends a chill down my spine.
“Oh, don’t let me stop you,” she says, voice smooth as silk.
Dario mutters under his breath, “Good job, dickhead.”
“Princess,” I start, exhaling, “I was just saying that once this is all over, we have to go.”
She studies me for a moment before nodding, her expression unreadable.
“You’re right,” she says simply. “So we’ll keep this formal. Just business.”
She turns toward the fridge, pulling out a chilled bottle of whiskey.
Dario frowns. “I don’t think that’s what Keir was getting at, cupcake.”
Selene hums as she grabs four glasses, pouring two fingers into each.
“You’re absolutely right, Dario,” she says, not looking up. “He was going to give you free rein to fuck me.”
She throws back her drink in one swallow, and something tightens in my chest. I don’t like the bitterness in her voice.
“I’m just trying to explain that attachment isn’t an option,” I grumble, feeling the words land like a blow.
Kaz remains silent, his focus on plating the food, but there’s tension in his shoulders.
Selene takes a deep breath, then offers Kaz a small smile. “Well, looks like you made a delicious meal.”
She picks up her plate and walks toward the table.
I watch her ass sway in those tight black leggings and force myself to look away.
Dario shoots me a pointed glare before following her, his glass and plate in hand. Kaz grabs his own, still silent.
I grab my drink and plate before I sit across from Selene.
“Alright,” Selene says after taking a sip of her whiskey. “You’re after the Russians because of their flesh trade.”
We all nod.
She starts to continue, but her phone rings.
She glances at the screen before answering, her tone instantly lighter. “Maximus, to what do I owe this phone call?”
I stiffen. Who the fuck is Maximus?
Her expression remains casual as she listens, smiling.
“Well, why don’t you head over then?” She looks at us. “They’re here, and we have a lot to discuss.”
I grind my teeth. They, as if my mouth wasn’t on her pussy fifteen minutes before.
She laughs at something Maximus says. “Bring that with you. See you soon.”
She hangs up and exhales.
Dario raises an eyebrow. “Who was that, peaches?” There’s a hint of jealousy in his voice.
Selene barks out a laugh. “That was my head of security.”
Dario’s cheeks turn pink.
I smirk, but keep my focus on Selene. “Let’s finish eating. If we have company coming, I don’t want to be eating.”
They all nod, but I can feel the shift between us all.
As we eat, I keep stealing glances at her.
There’s something about her—a pull, a gravitational force. A part of me wants to take her, keep her, protect her.
But I built my empire from nothing, and I know what it means to have a duty larger than myself.
Kaz finishes his meal first and takes Selene’s plate.
“I’ll do the dishes!” Dario volunteers loudly, shooting me a scowl as he grabs my plate too. He follows Kaz into the kitchen, leaving me and Selene alone.
She swirls her whiskey, watching me. “So, you built your empire from the ground up?”
I blink, slightly caught off guard. “Yeah. Started it when I was twenty-five. Got it running smoothly in five years.”
She smiles. “That’s impressive. My dad was the same way with Onyx.”
I nod. “I bet you miss him a lot.”
Her fingers tighten around her glass. She blinks rapidly before answering. “I do. He was my whole world.”
I hesitate before offering, “Like Kaz, I lost my parents young, but I had my uncles.”
She looks up, interest sparking in her stormy grey eyes.
“They run a motorcycle club out of Boston—another branch of the Reapers.”
Her eyebrows lift slightly. Surprised.
“So why did you start your own organization?” she asks.
I could tell her the truth. Or I could keep my walls up.
Logic wars with something far more dangerous—the urge to give her a piece of myself.
“My uncles were more into drugs and guns,” I say finally. “I wanted something bigger. To do something good, to have more reach.”
She hums, considering. “And the flesh trade? That’s a business interest of yours?”
I meet her gaze. “It’s what we destroy.”
Her lips curve into the smallest smile. “That’s definitely a good thing.”
For a second, I think about reaching for her hand. But then—
A knock at the door.
Selene rises quickly rushing to it and swings it open.
A sultry, feminine voice greets her.
“Well, you’re a sight for sore eyes.”