Chapter 89 "Who Were You With?"
Chapter 89 "Who Were You With?"
I threw my heavy leather jacket over her, completely swallowing her small frame and covering the lacy dress. I didn't want a single person looking at her while she looked like that...Ripping the final buckle off her ankle, I scooped her up into my arms, pulling her tight against my chest.
Even with the jacket covering her, the drug still made her relentless. The second she was off the mattress, she wrapped her arms tightly around my neck and began grinding her hips against my front, whimpering into the skin of my neck...
Every single step I took was pure torture. Her thighs kept rubbing against mine, her core pressing directly against the stiff, aching weight in my jeans.
"Fucking hell, Kitten, stay still," I growled under my breath, my jaw locked so tight it ached.
"Cole... please, move faster, it burns," she whined, entirely deaf to my warning, her hips rolling against me in a desperate, frantic rhythm as I carried her down the narrow, dimly lit hallway.
"I've got you. Just hold on to me," I muttered, picking up the pace, my heart hammering against my ribs from a toxic mix of protective rage and sheer, unadulterated lust.
Fucking hell... I've never been this confused before...Only Celene could make my body and mind go into whiplash.
"We've got movement downstairs, boss," Bone muttered, his large frame stepping out in front of me as we reached the dingy hotel lobby. A few patrons and the sketchy night clerk were already staring, some of them pulling out their phones.
"Block the people with cameras and phones. Anyone touches a phone, smash it," I ordered, my voice dropping into a cold, lethal Paimon register.
Jeffery and Bone moved like clockwork. They fanned out with the their massive, armed shoulders completely cutting off the sightlines from the lobby.
Bone stepped directly in front of a guy trying to raise a camera, his hand clamping down on the device with a quiet, terrifying threat, while Jeffery kept his weapon low but visible, steering the crowd back.
They created a human shield, completely covering my exit. I strode through the lobby, holding Celene tightly against me while she continued to thrashed and grind against my chest, her breath hot and ragged against my neck.
The heavy glass doors pushed open, and the humid night air hit us. My black limousine was idling at the curb, the back door already held open by one of my drivers.
I dove straight into the dark, air-conditioned sanctuary of the leather interior, pulling her in with me as the door slammed shut, cutting off the rest of the world.
The moment the limo door clicked shut, Celene didn't waste a single second.
The heavy leather jacket slid off her shoulders as she scrambled right onto my lap, straddling my thighs.
The sheer friction of her moving against me made my breath hitch, a dark, heavy heat pooling instantly down at my cock. She was completely unhinged by the drug, her fingers clawing at the collar of my shirt as she buried her face into my neck.
She started kissing me everywhere...frenetic, uncoordinated, burning hot kisses that traveled from my jawline, down my throat, and up over my cheeks.
"Have you told you you're so handsome, baby?" she panted against my skin, her voice a breathless, desperate purr.
She dragged her hands flat down my tactical vest, trying to find a way underneath it. "So big... your chest is so broad, baby... Put your hands on me. Please."
A dark, amused chuckle rumbled deep in my chest.
Fucking cute...
Drugged or not, she was still my woman, and seeing my usually sharp, independent Kitten reduced to a needy, praise-showering little tiger was doing dangerous things to my ego. It was funny, it was wildly exciting, but it didn't change who the fuck I was. I was still Paimon. And right now, Paimon wanted to claim what was his.
"Oh, really?" I murmured, my large hands sliding under the lace...as much as I wanted to tear it off of her body because of who put it on her, i had to admit, green looked good on her dark skin...
I stopped fighting my own urge and pulled her flush against me, letting her feel exactly how hard she had made me.
She gasped against my throat, her hips rolling into mine with a desperate whine. "I could just eat you up..." she whimpered, her hands moving up to tangle in my hair. "I need you."
"You flatter me, Kitten," I teased softly, my voice dropping into a rough, gravelly register. I squeezed her waist, my thumbs digging into her skin, anchoring her down. "Is that the drug talking, or do you always think about how broad my chest is?"
"Always," she cried out, her hands moving up to cup my face, forcing my eyes to lock onto her completely blown, dark pupils. "Always, Cole. Just touch me. Stop talking and touch me."
I tilted her chin up, letting my dark eyes wash over her flushed face, her perfect dark skin, and the wild halo of her afro curls. If she wanted a monster, she was looking right at him.
"Careful what you beg for, Babygirl," I growled, leaning up to capture her mouth.
I didn't give her a gentle, comforting kiss. I gave her a deep, bruising, possessive taste of what was waiting for her...my tongue sliding past her lips, claiming her entirely while my hands slid down to grip her ass, lifting her slightly to grind her directly against my aching cock. She whimpered into the kiss, completely melting into me, her whole body trembling with a desperate, frantic hunger.
I pulled back just an inch, my lips brushing against hers as we both panted for air. I chuckled darkly at the utter devastation on her face.
"Sit tight, sweetheart," I whispered, the amusement in my eyes hardening into something fierce and predatory as my thumb stroked her wet bottom lip. "We're almost home. And then I'm going to show you exactly what happens to fierce little tigers who beg too much."
"I don't want to sit," she whined, her voice breaking as she thrashed against my hold, her hips rolling helplessly against my lap. "Cole, please, I'm so hot. It burns. I don't want to wait, I want you right now!"
"Shh, I know, Babygirl. I know," I murmured, a dark grin spreading across my face at her sheer desperation.
I didn't force her to sit still. Instead, I leaned back against the leather seat and let her have her way, indulging her just to keep her from completely losing it.
She instantly scrambled higher, burying her face against mine. I let her rain those frantic, burning kisses all over my lips, my jaw, and my cheeks, her soft curls brushing against my skin as she whimpered into my mouth. Every time her lips pressed against mine, it took every ounce of my control not to just rip that lacy dress apart right there in the back of the moving limo.
But as her hot breath fanned over my neck, a thought cut right through the fog of my arousal.
The text...the photo of her outside the club with a bag over her head. She wouldn't have gone to a place like that alone.
My hands tightened on her hips, anchoring her movements just enough to force her to look at me. "Kitten. Look at me," I commanded, my voice dropping its playful edge and turning dead serious. I needed her to focus...
She groaned, trying to drag my mouth back down to hers, but I held her back, my dark eyes locking onto her blown, unfocused pupils.
"Celene, focus for a second," I muttered, my thumb pressing firmly against her chin. "Who were you with at the club before you got taken?"