Page 57 of Betrothed in Fury
Fuck, what it does to me to hear him say it.
“I’ll be available later,” he says. “And I’ll do my best to respect your no-sex rule.”
“What? I didn’t say anything about a rule.”
“Be here at eight.”
He’s hung up before I have a chance to object further.
I’m unsettled by the discussion. I shouldn’t be. He said exactly what I needed to hear, that he won’t make this about fucking me again. But now getting what I wanted feels like he’s trying to punish me, leaves an ache in my belly, my hands trembling.
That’s fine. It needs to be only business anyway.
It’s two in the afternoon now, which leaves six hours of doing fuck all other than stressing about seeing him again.
There’s this dread in me that he was serious about the no sex. I wonder if it’s just that I like proving him wrong, like when I swallowed his load. I don’t ever want to let him have things his way, but I find myself heading to the pharmacy, to the hygienics aisle, blushing when I see the enemas on the bottom shelf. Some asshole is perusing the deodorant display nearby, and I wait for him to grab his product and leave before snatching a box of condoms and the enema. I tell myself I have nothing to be embarrassed about, that the cashier wouldn’t know nor care what it’s really for.
Really, I’m not sureIunderstand because I know he’s not fucking me tonight. I tell myself I only want to make this ass so enticing, he won’t stand a chance in denying it. If he’s not going to fuck me, that’ll be on my terms, not his.
20
KILLIAN
Leaving Logan alonethis week was a struggle, and even that seems like a trivial word for how difficult it was.
The last time I saw him, I tried to stop myself from taking him, but then he kept pushing, and it was too much for me. I needed to find out how tight that virgin hole was. Needed to feel the way the muscles would contract as he breathed with me lodged inside him. Needed to see the desperation as his eyes begged for a desire he refused to voice.
But as much as I enjoy fucking with his head, I knew I’d gone too far when he started denying what we’d done. Sometimes it’s so easy to read what’s on his mind, what he wants from me. Others, I’m oblivious.
I wanted to reach out to him to make sure he was okay, to be sure I hadn’t pushed him over the edge, but I chose to respect his desire for peace. I’m a Lorde, after all, and if there’s anything a Lorde knows, it’s patience. I’m a predator stalking in the night. I can always wait, decide on the best time to strike, and when he finally called, I knew I’d have my chance once again.
But damn, in all that time he avoided speaking with me, it was like he had me in a chokehold, steadily restricting my breath, taking my very life from me. I’ve fucked plenty of men, but what Logan and I share is different. We activate something so primal within each other that’s overpowering.
And now, when I should be focusing on work, all I can think is how much I wish I could be breeding Logan Wilde’s ass.
I take a whiff, my nostrils filling with the fresh batch. There’s that good rush, telling me everything I need to know. “Oh fuck yeah,” I tell Klyde—my distribution manager, coordinating major deliveries—and Rage. “You weren’t kidding.”
Rage beams, his eyes bulging.
“Clearly, you’ve already had plenty for yourself,” I observe.
“When it’s this tasty, can you blame me?”
“I can always find a way to blame you,” I tease. “Where are the other guys?” When I came to the warehouse, I immediately noticed we were low on security. Once our guys got all the boxes in here, I counted thirteen of us—myself excluded—most organizing the boxes around us, and only two guys on the upper level, keeping an eye out for the Feds. That’s too few guys for a shipment this size.
“This is only half the load, so we worked it out,” Rage says.
“We needed to keep security on the other half,” Klyde explains.
Tension knots in my throat. “You need more security covering the place,” I insist.
“It’s one time.”
“One time was all it took for Old Terror, isn’t it?” I snap.
Rage’s jaw stiffens. “It wasn’t my call. And with you being in a mood, I’m not gonna tell you who made it, but we didn’t have a choice. Since the Feds got the drop on the first location, we had to move everything to another location before bringing it here. Otherwise, the only person getting their hands on this was gonna be a SWAT team.”
I take a breath. Whether I like it or not, shit like this comes up. You can’t expect everything to go according to plan when you’re a crime boss. Still, it gives me an uneasy feeling. And I hate uneasiness.
