Page 38 of Villains Never Die

A breath shuddered out of me, mingling with his. “Clothes off,” I said. “I’m not messing up this suit for you.”

He snorted and leaned back. “You just have to find some reason to fight this.”

“I’m not fighting it! I just said there are conditions. One of them being that you don’t ruin my clothes.”

He crossed his arms, grasped the hem of his t-shirt, and pulled it smoothly over his head, revealing everything I expected from a man who could fight, and surprising me nonetheless. The muscles in his arms flexed and curved. His chest was flawless—I’d expected scars or tattoos, some mark of a more hazardous life than mine. The ridges and valleys of his abdomen moved with the rhythm of his breaths.

He was stunning.

He kicked off the rest of his clothes and leaned against the cushions, one of his arms stretching over the back of them. He watched me, legs spread and cock pointing toward his stomach, waiting for me to take my turn.

I folded my jacket neatly, then unbuttoned my shirt, fingers slipping over the buttons as I tried to look unfazed, and instead felt unprepared in a way I seldom did in the bedroom. Men or women, I usually took the lead, but Rook watched me like a wolf ready to consume me, and I fumbled under his attention. He bent forward and snatched the shirt from my fingers, earning a glare.

“Be careful with that! It’s Tom Ford.”

Rook rolled his eyes and dropped it behind the couch like a rag. “I’ll buy you a new one. You’re not the only one with money. Pants. Off.”

I slouched, scooting my arse far enough toward the edge of the couch that I could slip off my pants and place them safely on the coffee table before Rook could get his hands on them.

He blew out a breath, his face suddenly serious.

“What?” I asked.

He moved his forefinger up the length of my cock, making it jerk under his focus. “I just didn’t expect so much muscle under that suit. Fuck, you’re so hot.”

“You’re not the only one who works out,” I said, though I hadn’t found time the past few weeks with everything going on with Project Mori and Rook and now a killer who was very much going to be a problem. I needed to get back to my gym. I wasn’t built like Rook, solid in a way that screamed violence. Like everything about myself, I tried to keep my true strength quiet.Controlled. I didn’t like to show my hand, and I’d built an empire on a persona of mystery.

But physical strength, extra lives, the benefits of hearing the dead, and well-honed magic? I was not oblivious to the power I hid away.

It didn’t prevent me from admiring all the strength he displayed so openly in his athletic body. I wanted to lick every inch of him. The nipple I dragged my tongue over tightened, and I played with the other with my thumb. I kissed the trench between his abdominal muscles until I reached the slight tan line at his hips.

“I want you in my mouth again,” he said. When I glanced up, his eyes were fierce and stormy. I sat back, spreading my legs wide as I lazed against the cushions. Rook dropped to the floor and braced himself on my thighs.

He dipped his head to suck my balls into his mouth one at a time, rolling his tongue over the globes of them. My head hit the cushion behind me as I moaned, and when he swallowed the length of me and I smacked into the back of his throat, my knees shook. His motions were frenzied, like we were running out of time, and when I glanced back down at him, his eyes were shut and he worked his own cock in time with his mouth.

“Slow down,” I ground out. I was like a fucking teenager around him; ready to blow a load at the slightest touch, and after sneaking all the way back here, the least he could do was let me savor it.

He released my cock and smirked as he licked along my shaft in teasing strokes. “You’re bossy for someone whose cock is in my control right now.” Teeth grazed my skin just hard enough to make me hiss.

I bent forward and shoved him back until he rested on his knees. “You’re bossy for someone on his knees inmyhouse.” I gathered my dick in my hand and pumped it furiously, inchesfrom his face. If he felt threatened by me, he didn’t show it. That smirk kept trying to break through, even as he closed his eyes and gave himself and his hand all his attention.

My eyes were wide open, admiring the way the silky skin shifted over his length in the circle of his fingers, how it bunched slightly at the head, and how his eyelids tightened when the pleasure overwhelmed him.

“Open your eyes,” I said. “I want you to look at me when I come on that pretty face.”

A low sound rattled in his throat. The blue that stared back at me when he obeyed me consumed me. His hand sped up, and his cheeks flushed the most perfect shade of crimson.

I was close, everything in me turning to pressure, like a dam about to burst. Rook opened his mouth to accommodate his rapid breaths, then his face went slack as he came, aiming his dick to come on himself instead of my furniture.

That weird little offering to me set me over the edge. Cum burst from me in haphazard strands, coating his cheeks, nose, and chin. It dripped off his lips until he licked them clean and drizzled to mix with his release spattered all over his chest.

His exhale shook as he stared at me, and I was frozen one moment more by the intensity in his eyes.

Rook stood and navigated through my house as if he were familiar, as if he belonged there. He traipsed to my bathroom to clean himself up.

When he returned, he said, “I’d better get going.”

He began to pull on the rest of his clothes, and it was on the tip of my tongue to tell him he didn’t have to go running out into the early dawn. He could stay, maybe sleep a while. But I’d never had anyone in my bed, not here. My escapades with other men and women took place at Avalon or their homes, never here in my space. That was part of maintaining my secrecy. No one was allowed to get so close.