Page 51 of Dark Alliance
All the information she’s given me has been razor-sharp, just like this current look she’s aiming my way. Sidelined or not, she keeps herself in the know. Not a thing goes on in the Ricci house without her finding out.
So why doesn’t she advocate for herself?
Studying her from two feet away triggers a physical ache in my core. Because I’ve never experienced anything remotely this intense before, I have no idea what to do.
Since I don’t trust or know how to deal with this strange sensation, I decide to ignore it.
I inch my way back to her. Starting with her legs, I caress her calves, then her thighs up to the seam of that silky blue romper and back down.
Though I avoid eye contact, I can sense her glittering gaze on me.
“I think we’ve finally found your natural habitat.” I sneak a glance and smile at her glare. “Where you’re finally free to be you.”
She huffs. “You treating me like a dog you found in the street? That’s the real me?”
“It’s how your family treats you, and you tried to have me killed for them. So, yeah.”
I walk two fingers up her toned quad, teasing the lacy hem between her legs.
Her breath hitches, her skin twitching under my touch. “Shut up. They love me.”
I wedge my hand between her thighs, kneading one roughly. “Taking out both Verone and me was your play to get a better seat at the table. To prove your cunning. Make Dad, bro, and the whole Ricci clan see you for the boss you are.” I rub more aggressively on the inside of her thigh just below her pussy, then pivot to the other. “It was smart. I’ll give you that. You want to be heard, even if you can’t be ‘seen.’”
She shifts toward me, her body seeking mine even as her lips thin.
Her shuddering breaths ring out in the quiet of the old warehouse. I just might make her come without using my dick or fingers. Or maybe I’ll bring her to the brink and stop.
What to do, what to do…
“It doesn’t matter if you talk to me or not, Cat. I see you. I’ve seen you since that first day at the Cosmopolitan. You’ve been standing naked in front of me since the moment we met.”
Using her foot on my leg as leverage, she tries pushing away, but a support beam stops her.
She has nowhere to run.
I pry her thighs open just enough to graze my knuckles over her opening. A thin piece of lace is her only protection from.
She’s soaking through the fabric. I knew it.
“Tell me you don’t like the attention I’ve shown you. Tell me you don’t like this.” I massage the outside of her pussy with my knuckles.
She moans, her head falling back.
“You’re starved for it. You want this so badly, Cat.”
She whimpers a little and rocks her hips.
Hell, even covered in saucy noodles, she’s so damn gorgeous.
And brilliant. I need her to see thatIsee. ThatI’mthe one on her side.
She’s my in—to the Riccis, to the diamond—but it’s also more than that.
I need her. Not the Riccis. Just Cat.
And one way or another, I will have her.
She’s on the verge of coming when I take my hand away.
