Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 106292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
My fingers slip into the pockets and my body freezes as I find a folded-up piece of paper inside. I should have fucking known she wouldn’t bother hiding it. She’s too cocky, too confident in her actions to think for even a second that we would question her sudden trip to the restaurant bathroom.
She thinks she’s gotten away with it, but she can’t fool me.
Dropping the jeans back into the hamper, I hold the note and quickly unfold it as I listen to the sound of her soft breathing in the other room, her body locked in Zade’s arms, just as they sleep every night.
My gaze shifts over the note, expecting to find some bullshit from one of The Circle members or a threat from whoever sent Joe to attack her outside the DeVil Hotel, but this . . . fuck. I wasn’t expecting this.
You were supposed to run. You promised you would run.
What are you doing? Going on dates and messing around with DeVil’s crew.
Don’t be foolish, daughter. Get your ass out of there. Save yourself before it’s too late.
Time is running out.
Dad.
Matthias Quinn is alive, and not only that, but he must also have the pull and skill of an army to be watching our every move without alerting us to their existence. I would bet my fucking life that he’s the man who stood across from Oakley in those cells. Hidden in plain sight. Bound and broken by Empire’s prison system. But not anymore. His days are officially numbered.
Stepping out of the bathroom, I slip the note into my pocket before walking back around to Oakley’s side of the bed. I stand over her, not even disappointed to find she betrayed us. She knew her father was alive, and she didn’t say a damn word. She knows Zade would slaughter him like cattle. Keeping it from us is in her best interests, but as much as it kills me, I’m not here to cater to her best interests.
Reaching down, my fingers trail over her arm, brushing over her fair skin, down over the subtle curve of her hip, and back up to her throat. My fingers curl around it and gently squeeze until her eyes spring open with fear. I clamp my other hand over her mouth.
Mmmm, that fear is intoxicating.
My knee presses into the mattress, and as her eyes adjust to the darkness and she sees it’s only me, her body begins to relax. Confident she’s not about to scream, I lift my hand from her mouth and clamp my fingers over her hip, gently pulling her away from Zade.
She remains silent, just as I knew she would, watching me intently and allowing me to roll her onto her stomach. She hitches her knee up, knowing what’s coming, but I pull her hips up instead, needing to see her wide open for me. I fucking love her like this, her ass up and chest down, that needy cunt begging me to take it.
Slipping Zade’s oversized shirt up over her ass and down her back, I pull her panties to the side, my cock already straining for her. She’s already so aroused, and I push my fingers deep into her cunt, loving the way she pushes back against me, the softest moan slipping from her lips.
Not here for the fucking foreplay, I position myself behind her while freeing my heavy cock. With her panties pulled to the side, I free my fingers and line myself up with my pretty little liar as I take her hips, my fingers digging into her soft skin.
Oakley’s hands bunch into the sheets in anticipation, and as I slowly push into her sweet cunt, I meet Zade’s stare, having woken up the second I touched her. He watches intently, taking her in just as I knew he would. Hell, this fucker wants her just as much as I do, but for now, he’ll settle with the smell of her arousal in the air.
Oakley groans, trying to keep quiet, and I reach down, curling my hand around her thick hair, holding her face against the mattress as I start to fuck her the way she likes, being cautious not to disturb her injuries. Then with her head locked toward the window, I slip my other hand into my pocket, feeling the note between my fingers before handing it to Zade. And as I fuck her harder, Zade reads the note from her father, his eyes darkening with pure rage, yet another obstacle in his way to the top.
Zade meets my stare and nods, both of us on the same wavelength—Matthias Quinn must die. His tongue rolls over his bottom lip as his gaze shifts back to Oakley, watching the way she pushes back against me, learning the way she likes it, memorizing the sounds of her soft groans, the need she has for my cock.