Page 20 of Devilish Debt
She’s just…fucking with us like an ad break during a phone game.
When no words escape my mouth – despite being open – Ravencroft exhaustingly sighs.“This is not hacking into the Pentagon when they’re on a level orange alert complicated,Fiorenzo.”
Yeah.
That shit would be easier.
“Youwant a vehicle.Iwant amusement.Hewants an excuse to give into the filthy, little fantasies that involve him on his knees that he doesn’t think anyone else realizes he has.”Her eyes cut over to him.“Except theydo.And regardless of the façade most of those in your elite work circle have mastered putting on, they crave the same cum dripping down the back of their throats that you do.”
My focus immediately shifts to Garcia.
Catches the flicker of guilt in his gaze.
Tenseness in his stilled jaw.
Outrage fighting for the right to settle itself somewhere –anywhere– in his expression.
Slothsandskunksslapmesilly…is she fucking right?
Did she just Live Stream truth bomb us?!
Does he actually wantmelike that?
Has he always wanted me like that?
More than just innuendos and flirty suggestions?
Is this new?
Is this old?
Is it that he just wants me so no one else can have me, honey badger shit?
“On your knees,” instructs Ravencroft before indulging in a larger bite.“Onthis sideof the table.”Her head gestures to where she expects him to relocate.“I want a good view.”
Garcia lets his uncertain glare find mine, wordlessly asking if there’s another way.
Swearing there has to be.
And maybe there is for a boat or ship or kayak or whatever.
But there isn’t forwherewe need to search.
Forwhereour hunt has to begin.
We need access.
Access that only the syndicate can grant.
“Tick, tock, gentlemen,” mocks the woman menacingly eating her breakfast.“You do not wish to discover what happens when I actually let myself becomebored.”
Before I can say or suggest anything else, Garcia calmly pushes his chair back.
Rises to his loafer covered feet and takes a deep breath.
Finds my gaze again and holds it while he transitions himself to the last place, I ever expected him to be outside my own dreams.
As much as I wish he had to work to get me hard, he doesn’t.
