Page 27 of Altered By Fire (Undercover Sinners 1)
My hands grip tight to the bench seat beside his thighs, holding on for dear life as he uses me, then grunts his release as he comes. His hot load hits the back of my throat, and I swallow, licking around the length of his dick as he finally releases me and withdraws from my mouth.
"That was exactly what I needed," Colt groans, collapsing back on the bench and tucking his dick away into his jeans. "I’ve been hard as a rock all damn day. Listening to you and Hawke almost killed me, even if it did tell me something interesting about you."
"Oh?" I arch a brow at him while wiping my mouth off on my sleeve. "What's that?"
Colt leans in close, close enough that his lips brush my ear and I shiver. I'm so turned-on that even that small touch sends shockwaves through me.
"I learned that you love it rough, Tzarina." He pats my cheek teasingly, just this side of a slap. "And you're a goddamn natural submissive. So I think I might leave you worked up like I know you are right now. Consider it punishment for torturing me this morning."
Indignation boils, and I open my mouth to protest, but he just lays a finger across my lips to silence me.
"You know you deserve it. Now run along before Hawke finds us and we both catch a spanking." He says this with a grin and a wink, and I find myself hesitating, hoping Hawke does catch us. Maybe then I'd get my own happy ending.
But I'm also pissed as hell that Colt is being a dick and not returning the favor, so I purse my lips and push up from the floor. Riding my rage, I snatch up the bottle of vodka and spin on my heel to storm out of the little booth, but as I do, something catches my eye.
There’s a wicker mesh screen dividing the two halves of the confessional booth, separating the side Colt and I are in, from the other side, the side where the priest would sit. When we'd entered I'd been fairly sure we were alone, but as I pause, a pair of ice-blue eyes meet mine through the mesh.
Arsen.
He slowly winks one eye, then lays a finger to his lips, indicating I stay quiet about his presence there. And I do.
Don't ask me why, because I can't be bothered trying to rationalize my insane actions of late, but I simply wink back, lick my lips, and leave the booth. The double breathing while I'd sucked Colt off makes sense now, and I almost come just picturing Arsen pleasuring himself while watching us.
He's fucking crazy, that much is well-established. But damn me to hell if I’m not picturing what that crazy might do to me if we were left alone. The thought sends a rush of adrenaline flooding through me, fear and desire warring for supremacy and coming out even.
My footsteps echo through the dark church as I wander back to the living quarters, and I take another sip of vodka. The alcohol warms my belly and a grin curves over my face.
If Colt isn't going to finish me off … I wonder if someone else might?Chapter 8NATALIATo my disappointment, there’s no one in the kitchen when I return, and no sounds of the other guys anywhere nearby. Briefly, I consider escape. But the thought doesn't last long.
I laugh bitterly to myself, draining the last of the vodka and setting it unsteadily on the kitchen counter. Prisoner or not, I'm a hell of a lot safer here than I would be fending for myself. Like I've already said, I'm no idiot.
Wobbling my way up the stairs, I head toward the room that Mace said was mine. It’s identical to every other bedroom I've seen so far. Small and sparse with a lumpy single bed and a horror film looking crucifix on the wall.
"Oops," I slur, pausing in the doorway when I notice someone standing inside. The broad mountain-like shoulders are a dead giveaway. "Mace, I thought … this was my room?"
"It is, Talia," he replies, turning to face me with a small smile. "I just wanted to wish you goodnight." He steps close, towering over me and forcing me to crane my neck to see him.
"That's sweet of you, Macey," I murmur with alcohol numbed lips.
"Hmm," he hums. "We'll see. My bedroom is across the hall, in case you need me."
I squint up at him. "What does that mean?"
The smile he gives me is tight and regretful. "You'll see." He presses a gentle kiss to my lips then swipes a thumb over my cheek. "Good luck, Talia."
He's gone before I can formulate any further questions, leaving me confused and fuzzy. Nothing a bit of sleep can’t fix, but first I need to sort out the throbbing arousal between my thighs.
