Page 79 of Compulsion
They were in his parked SUV.One of the many vehicles that had waited in his garage.They were behind Benedict’s home, not directly, but near the woods that marked the edge of the property.The better not to be seen.
“Once.”
His brows rose at her confession.“Aren’t we the naughty one?”
Her head turned toward him.“Sometimes I can be.But since my experience is so limited, let’s just treat it like my first time, shall we?I’ll follow your lead.”
It will be your first time when you put that sweet mouth around my dick.His hands tightened around the steering wheel.Now was not the time to think about her mouth and his dick.Or to think about how fantastic she’d tasted.Or the way she’d come when he’d had his lips and tongue on her.
She’d broken apart beneath him.Shattered and trembled and all he’d wanted to do was get her to come over and over again.
Definitely on his to-do list.
After the break-in.Work could be such a pain in the ass.
“Atlas?”Lily prompted.
“I’ve got a bit of experience in this area,” he allowed.And by “a bit,” well, he meant that he’d been breaking into places he shouldn’t be in since he was a teen.
“I hate to be the rain on your parade,” she began.
“I enjoy the rain.”
“Me, too.”She peered through the passenger side window.“But don’t you think it will look highly suspicious if you and I are caught here?And won’t it basically destroy your reputation if the world finds out you break into other people’s homes when the mood strikes you?”Such a very polite tone.
She hadn’t been polite when she’d been coming for him.She’d been fierce and hot, and she’d finally let go of her control.He liked uncontrolled Lily.
He was afraid though, that she was scared of uncontrolled Lily.You fear yourself, don’t you, sweets?What you will become?
It also seemed she feared what would happen to him, if the world learned the truth about who Atlas truly was.He could put her mind at ease.“I’ve never been particularly worried about my reputation.Besides, when you have as much money as I do, you can buy forgiveness for a lot of things.”
“That’s…an asshole thing to say.”
“Guilty.”He forced himself to ease the grip on the wheel.“You should know, though, that I don’t intend to get caught.If I thought there was any chance of being caught, I wouldn’t have brought you along with me.”This part, she needed to fully understand.“I won’t jeopardize you.”Not ever.
“And how are you so confident?”
“Because the annoying detective…” The dead detective.“He used a security system that was created by my company.I have a back door into it.”He also literally had a key to the detective’s place, an easy enough item to obtain.“His only neighbors on this dark stretch of road have been in Europe for the last week.They will stay in Europe for two more weeks.There are no patrols, no cops sweeping this area.I suspect your Fed will be here to search tomorrow at an appropriate hour, but for now, the place is all ours.Though, uh, do open the glove box and put on gloves, if you don’t mind.No sense advertising our presence.”He already had on leather gloves.He’d pulled them on before getting into the vehicle.
“My prints will already be in his house.”
His eyes narrowed on her.
“You don’t need to get so tense, Atlas.”
Not like it was something he could help.
“I wasn’t selling you out to him,” Lily continued.“Benedict had some research that he wanted me to see, so I came here one night for dinner.”
The research was BS.“He wanted to fuck you.”
“Perhaps, but that did not happen.”A delicate clearing of her throat.“But since I have been here before, I know exactly where to look for the material that might interest you—youarelooking for additional background intel he’d gathered on you, yes?Intel that was not kept at the police station.You’re searching for it because you want to see how many crimes he’d tried to link to you?How much he knew about you?”
He’d confessed to killing two men, just told Lily the brutal truth.And she was still with him.She hadn’t run away, and she hadn’t reached for the phone in order to report him to her Fed ex.His instinct to trust her had been dead on target.“I don’t strike first.”Why did he feel compelled to keep offering her up chunks of his blood-stained soul?“I never have hurt an innocent.They all came at me, Lily.They tried to kill me.”But he’d known what they intended.He’d known what they were.Had he set traps for some over the years?Yes.
“I didn’t strike first, either,” she whispered.
Lily, are you going to tell me about your kill?
