Page 42 of Dark Alliance
“Tit for tat, Cat. The partnership is mutually beneficial.”
I cross my arms over my bare chest, shivering as the water starts to dry on my skin. “I’m not killing anyone or planting bugs or cameras or locking men in any closets.”
He shakes his head. “Good thing my favor doesn’t involve anyone else but you.”
I huff out some hot air. The nerve of this guy… “And I’m not dressing up like a dominatrix or having a three-way or willingly doing a sex video. That’s not me, and I’m not changing my stripes for you.”
I hate how his laugh echoes off the shower walls. “I would never ask you to do any of that. Well…not unless you were into it.”
Good to know. “Then what do you want?”
He reiterates my request. “You want Domenico Verone dead.”
“I do. It would change my father’s life…take the weight of the world off his shoulders.” We both already know I’m not a good liar, so I might as well just stick with honesty.
He sinks to his knees, staring up at me with wide, innocent eyes. “And I want to eat you out. Right here, right now.” He doesn’t seem to notice the water seeping into his pants.
I swear my jawclankson the tile. “That’s it?”
I peer into his beautiful, mischievous gaze, hoping to find the truth swimming inside those black holes he calls irises.
They’re so dark, like the sky at night. Too dark to read anything. Before I can give my official agreement?—
Connor pushes his face between my legs, his scruff rough against my thighs, and plunges his tongue deep inside me. He’s hosting a make-out session with my pussy.
I’m still aroused from earlier, so I jump right back in where we left off, no warm-up act necessary. This is the main event. My pleasure claims center stage, because Connor treats my satisfaction like the damn star.
I arch off the cool tile, my legs trembling before I can suck in a breath.
He’s going to kill me, and I don’t think I would even care.
I wondered how this would feel. Got myself off to the thought of his mouth on my pussy, his fingers on my thighs, and…
This is so much better than my fantasy.
He sucks my clit and adds a finger to the party, sending shockwaves of tingling goodness through me. My fingers weave through his damp strands as my head knocks back against the wall.
I don’t understand his end goal. Right now, I don’t care, just as long as he keeps doingthatwith his tongue…
Part of me—deep in my chest—ponders if I should hate this, hate Connor for making me want him. But most of me just wants to experience more.
The orgasm to put all others to shame builds within.
I relax onto his hand and mouth as he tag-teams my opening and my clit with his tongue and his lips. Sucking and lapping me up. No one’s ever paid me this kind of attention.
No one’s ever gotten to know me this well…or ever even tried to.
That reality terrifies and excites me simultaneously. Adrenaline surges through my limbs, adding to the buzz of heightening pleasure.
I can’t get a read on Connor Gallagher, and I can’t get a read on myself either.
“Connor…” I tug on his curls, winding them around my fingers and bracing myself as the orgasm approaches. I don’t want this to end yet.
I gaze up, across the room, and find our reflection. He’s on his knees, his head buried in my pussy and driving me all kinds of crazy.
He pulls back and exhales while stealing a glance at my face.
I peer down to discover he’s even more handsome than usual, pink-cheeked with his hair all messed up, his eyes wild with desire, and his lips red and wet.
