Page 28 of Villains Never Die

“Fine, I agree. Truce.” I waved a dismissive hand and turned to go, but he clasped my arm and stopped me. I turned, my gaze burning.

“I had something important to talk to you about.”

This party would last a few hours, and Emmett was obviously the most popular person here aside from me. I could spare a fewminutes to hear what Rook had to say. He wouldn’t leave me alone until I did.

“Not here,” I said, yanking my arm from his grasp and motioning for him to follow me. We cut through the crowd and I led him to my office. I was never there long enough to use it, but Gray worked in there sometimes. I turned on the light and watched Rook lock the door behind us.

“What is this important thing you needed to interrupt my party for?” I asked.

“There’s still a killer on the loose.” He crossed his arms and leaned against the door, another barrier between me and Emmett.

“So? No one else has died. Two is a grudge, not a pattern.” I leaned against the bare desk. “This could have been a text message.”

He faked a pout, and I bristled at the fact that I was right—even the faux expression made me want to bend to his ridiculous excuse to see me. “You never answer my texts,” he said.

That’s what this was, wasn’t it—a flimsy excuse for my company?

“I’m not interested in socializing with you, Rook,” I said.

He pushed off the door and crossed the small space, putting us uncomfortably close again. “So I was just casually licking your cum off my fingers a few weeks ago?”

“I’m even less interested in ro—”

“I don’t want romance with you.” He rolled his eyes and then said, with an amount of seriousness unusual to him, “Love is a distraction for losers with no ambition. Getting your cock in my mouth, on the other hand…”

His dirty words made me shudder, just slightly enough that I hoped he hadn’t noticed. “Butwhy?”

That was the part I didn’t understand, even more than my inexplicable desire to bend to this strange pull between us. Wehated each other. We had tried more than once to end each other.

There was no cocky grin on his face when he said, “Because you’re interesting, and once in a while, I need to shake things up.”

He felt it too—the monotony of money and power. I had everything I needed, all I could want aside from a conclusion to my research, but none of it stimulated me. None of it coaxed me out of bed in the morning, looking forward to my day.

I took a tentative step forward, and Rook did not move away. He lifted his hand and brushed his fingers along my jawline, and though I stayed perfectly still, my heart kicked in my chest.

This was my office, my club. I wouldn’t relinquish control to him here, so when I pressed my lips against his, I was fully aware of the fire I was stepping into.

And fucking hell, did it burn.

I didn’t think Rook knew how to kiss without hurry, without throwing himself fully into passion. He moaned and wrapped one hand around the back of my head, locking my mouth against his as his tongue invaded every corner of it. He kissed me until I was breathless, then held me longer, until my lungs burned. When he finally released me, I gasped for air, and the sound spurred him on.

He undid my pants and stroked his thumb up the length of my cock.

“Stop me,” he said as he dropped to his knees, tugging my pants and underwear to my ankles as he did. He stared up at me.

I shook my head, just a slight jerk, and jutted my cock toward his lips. If Rook wanted to play games, I would show him what happened to people who thought they could match me.

He licked the slit of my dick, his tongue hot and precise, then sealed his lips around me, taking me halfway into his mouth and dragging my cock across his tongue to the back of the throatas he sucked me. I lost myself in his powerful mouth before I remembered I was not letting him take control tonight. I dug my fingers into the base of his skull and thrust down his throat until he choked.

But the next time, he took all of me, the muscles there working to relax around my length. He grasped my thighs, fingers making dents in my skin.

There was something heady about this man on his knees in front of me—the one who had killed me, who had broken my wrist. I fucked him harder until his eyes squeezed with the effort of enduring me and tears leaked from their corners.

And he took it all.

Every punishing thrust.

“Swallow this,” I growled, slamming into his mouth again and holding him fast as my cock pulsed in his throat. The muscles convulsed as I spurted deep in his mouth, and when I withdrew, a trickle of cum and saliva leaked from the corner of his lips.