Chapter 55 YOU NEED A SPANK!
My phone finally rang, and Erica pulled the knife back before tossing it aside. I reached for the towel and threw it at her.
“Cover up,” I said.
She did instantly, walking around the room to blow-dry her hair. She might not have noticed, but I saw the blush creeping up her cheeks, the way she tried so hard to hide it, like she didn’t want me to see. That small gesture made my heart skip a beat.
I froze where I stood.
“Hello? Boss, I found out about him! And the venue too,” Diego said again, and a laugh escaped my lips.
“What?” I muttered, snapping out of my trance. It felt strange.
I turned toward the mirror, staring through the transparent glass.
“It’s weird how easily he let us find out where it’s located,” Diego continued.
A sneer curved my lips.
What was Kalton planning now? I clenched my fist. That bastard got on my nerves every second. My jaw tightened, and a low, humorless laugh escaped me.
“What’s happening?” Erica asked.
She was dressed now, blue shorts and a singlet, her hair tied into a ponytail. She looked casual, nothing like her usual sharp suits and tight, professional look. The sight made my smile widen.
“How cute,” I muttered.
She rolled her eyes, licking her lips as she glared at me.
“Spill.”
I snorted. “Kalton. We found the warehouse where he trafficked the kids.”
I watched the towel slip lower in her hands as her gaze darkened.
“We should leave now,” she muttered rushing to her wardrobe to pick out an outfit, anger flashing in her eyes.
“No,” I said instantly.
She marched toward me with heavy steps.
“What do you mean, no?” she demanded, almost yelling.
My gaze bored into hers.
“He’s planning something. Finding Kalton was never supposed to be this easy. He wants something.”
A dark chuckle escaped her lips. “Cooking something? I don’t care,” she said coldly. “Do I look like I care?”
She ran a hand through her hair. “I need to kill that bastard for doing that to kids. Scumbags I can tolerate, but child traffickers?” Her voice hardened. “He deserves death.”
My gaze sharpened at that word.
“Death?” I asked.
She turned fully to me, her hands slipping to her waist gripping them softly, yet that subtle move made m want to pin her to the wall and hold them myself
“Yes. Or are you trying to protect him?” her words snapped me out of my trance.
A laugh slipped from my lips. “No. But Kalton never dies.”
I sat down, watching her. Her face went blank, then she laughed.
“Deathless? There’s no such thing,” she muttered, her hands still on her waist as she stared down at me like some angry teenager.
"Didn't you say you were also Death-less?" I asked and she let out a low laugh "Yes, but that doesn't count for your brother too"
Yet my eyes were on her lips. How suckable, I thought, watching them move.
“Are my lips that sexy?” she asked, fluttering her lashes. She noticed.
I chuckled.
"A tater might explain it all..." I paused “Hmm. When my lips are on them, I’m biting them off.”
She laughed.
“Of course. Come take a kiss,” she taunted, swaying her hips, rolling her tongue over her teeth.
That tiny gesture made my fingers clench into the bed.
I was fighting every instinct: every urge screaming at me to slam my mouth onto hers.
“This isn’t the time to play, Erica,” I muttered. "We have Kalton to deal with" I said trying to push whatever's was happening behind us but...
She laughed hysterically, moving closer, clearly enjoying every second of the torture reflected in my eyes.
She was standing few inches apart from each-other!
Her fingers trailed over my shirt as she licked her lips, her gaze locked on mine.
Those fake lenses looked so damn real. I clicked my tongue and gripped her waist tightly. For some reason, the earlier restraint in her eyes was gone.
I arched a brow. “What are you planning?” I asked.
Her lips parted. “Who knows?” she shrugged her shoulders.
She stepped closer. Her knee landed on the bed. Then the second.
I froze.
She sat on my thighs, wrapping her legs around my waist. Her shorts were skimpy, her ass pressing against my cock, and every ounce of restraint I had shattered.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
She blinked innocently. “Didn’t you say my body was nothing? I want you to take that back.”
A cackle escaped me. “What? There’s noth—”
My words died as she moved, tempting, my cock took in every torture.
“Stop,” I said, my voice hoarse.
She smiled wider. Erica was never this playful. What the hell was happening?
“Little Bee,” I murmured, “are you asking for danger?”
Her eyes lit up. “Who knows?”
I shuddered as she laughed.
Her hands slid over my pants, slow and deliberate, her eyes never leaving mine.
“Take it back, Aaron.”
“Stop it,” I said, gripping her arm.
Her smile only widened. "Are you scared! Don't tell you: you actually never fvcked a woman before....Did your undying love for Celina keep you in check?" She whispered, those words they didn't make me angry, instead it made me prideful.
"Scared?" I laughed out. “You asked for this,” I growled.
Before she could speak, my lips crashed into hers.
She stiffened, shocked, trying to pull away, but my hand fisted into her hair, dragging her closer. She clamped her lips shut, fighting my tongue, her teeth forming a barrier.
I bit her lip.
She gasped.
I slid my tongue in instantly, deep, relentless, watching her struggle not to give in. But it was too late. Her lips finally melted into mine, kissing back blindly, her tongue tangling with mine.
I pulled her closer, my hand firm on her back. The kiss felt dangerously familiar: sweet, intoxicating.
I opened my eyes, watching her surrender to it.
I didn’t stop.
When we finally pulled away, breathing hard, her gaze stayed locked on mine.
“That’s enough, Little Bee,” I muttered, about to stand up, but...She kissed me again.
This time it was different. Submissive. Hungry. Like she had been starving for this for a year.
Her hands slipped under my shirt, exploring my abs. I froze, letting the sensation consume me. Celina flashed through my mind. The Adeline rushed, I wanted more. Yet it didn’t feel wrong.
It felt peaceful.
I kissed her back, slower now, my hands sliding under her bare back, roaming. She moaned softly into my mouth: a restrained sound she tried to suppress.
“Moan my name, Erica,” I whispered as our lips parted.
Her nose brushed mine. She clung to me, eyes glossy, holding back so much. Her arms circled my neck.
Then I saw it.
Tears.
They slipped from her eyes as she avoided my gaze. I tilted her chin, but she refused to look at me. I wiped the tears away with my thumb.
“Little Bee,” I murmured softly, “let it all out. I’m here.”
She sniffed and finally looked up at me. Her eyes were red, those lenses must have been irritating her.
“Take it off,” I said quietly.
She frowned. “Huh? Take what off?”
I noticed her flushed ears and chuckled. She was thinking dirty?
“What were you thinking, Little Bee?” I said with a tugged smirk and a nervous laughter escaped her.
“Nothing.”
I lifted her chin.
“Look at me. Dreaming of fucking me in your head won’t hurt. But just let me know you want me… and I’ll give myself to you.”
Her eyes lit up then darkened.
“Do you say that to every girl?” she asked, folding her arms beneath her chest.
I laughed.
“Don’t tell me you’re jealous, Bee.”
A smug smile curved my lips. “You need spanking for thinking like that.”