Page 119 of Remnants
Fuck.
Aiden keeps fighting, and my chest heaves as I struggle to stay and watch, but Kellan’s teasing escalates when he lazily circles my clit.
“Let’s go, you fucking prick,” I snap.
He fixes himself and then me, offering me a savage grin before dragging me back to the elevator.
We don’t even bother trying to make it to the Loft.
A few seconds after the elevator moves, Kellan smacks the stop button and shreds my underwear off, lifting me and impaling me against the wall. I cry out, my legs winding around his waist and my hands grabbing his hair and shoulder as he drives into me, hiscock scouring against my inner walls and sending me into a climax that has me seeing stars. He continues to thrust through it, my body twitching and clenching over him, but he’s not finished with me yet.
“One more time, beautiful. Your pussy’s begging for more. I can feel it gushing around my dick. Tell me how much you liked me fucking you while you watched Aiden. Should we tell him about it? Do you think he’ll get jealous and punish you for it?”
My core squeezes his shaft, and he groans, cursing. “Fuck, you filthy girl. You want him to punish you that badly? Should we get into some more trouble, then?”
His thumb circles and kneads my clit, winding my muscles tighter and tighter, his words fueling me until I break for him again, my body grabbing his in waves until he yanks me down his cock one last time, burying himself as he comes with me.
Chapter thirty-two
Aiden
Hurriedknockingatmyoffice door snaps my head up. “Aiden?” Cibrina calls through the door, her voice pitched higher than usual. I brace myself for the worst, steeling against whatever news she’s bringing this time.
“Come in.”
She barely waits for me to finish before rushing in. “Wait here,” she instructs over her shoulder to someone, then closes the door for privacy.
We’ve been plagued with bad news nearly every day since my call with Charles. Members are being attacked on the street by random thugs and thieves. Jobs have been drying up because of slander—from people who’ve never been clients of ours, I might add—spreading online about the Guild. Less income for the members means missed or late rent payments and therefore a smaller budget for food and maintenance after the Tower lease is paid. If that isn’t enough, we received a letter from the IRS that the Guild is being audited for the last seven years of taxes.
The latest issue has been an investigation into our offshore account that stores money we’d obtained in less than legal methods being frozen.
At this rate, our available funds will be depleted within six weeks and we’ll all be out on the street.
“I just got off the phone with Erik,” she gasps as if she’d run here. Erik is one of the three members assigned to shadowing Detective Unger. “Someone sent a package to the detective anonymously with a note claiming that you murdered Thorne for ownership of the Guild.”
I mentally curse the GE president. I don’t know how much more we can take. If the police open a murder investigation into Thorne, that drags me and the Guild into it. We’ll be under surveillance, limiting what we can do and where we can go without raising more questions.
Closing my eyes, I draw a deep breath. Clear my head. “If there’s no missing person report and no body, he won’t make it far,” I reason.
“The package had Thorne’s severed thumbs in it.”
Fuck.
A DNA test will come back positive if Thorne’s ever been to a doctor. Now I have to fucking hope that he’d been far enough removed from regular society that there won’t be a match when they run the test.
Unger has already tried snooping around the Guild once, but we’d turned him away. He promised he’d come back with a warrant. I expect a positive result will give him exactly that.
Maybe threatening Charles had been ill-advised, but I’ve never been the sort of man to roll over or play dead. This means we need to speed up our timeline of taking them down. Once GE is gone, most of these problems will resolve on their own.
“Get the crisis PR team we have working on fixing the Guild reputation looped in on this investigation to get ahead of it. I want the best criminal defense lawyer who can’t be bought. Make sure they have no ties to GE, either. We’ll get them on retainer and start building our defense case now. Thorne’s alive, as far as human legal terms go, so if we get proof of that, the case will drop.”
“Getting anyone of high caliber on retainer will take almost half the money we have left.”
“Sell my Aston Martin. We’ll do a retainer fee, but we won’t pay anything else until they win in court, if it gets to that.”
Cibrina nods. “Understood.” She hesitates, glancing to the door. “Should we reschedule the end of month review?”
Of course, it’s that time again.
