These Vicious Games (Seattle Undeground)

Chapter 20

Day after day the little distraction sits in the chair across from my desk, reading book after book. Almost as if she can’t inhale them fast enough. She reads a book a day while I work. Besides being a hire to kill, I own businesses, have stocks invested that I need to keep an eye on, but all of that seems pointless when I could just stare at my bird all fucking day. She’s a tease. Her white innocent dresses. Her wide anime eyes that sparkle when I look at her. Her scent alone and knowing how she tastes, it’s fucking torture and has given me a serious case of blue balls.

I hate the way she’s wormed her way into my life. How she makes my heart beat erratically as I glare at her every day from my door until she lightly brushes me aside. But today, she’s late. An hour late to be exact. I can’t fucking concentrate.

When did I turn into this sap that waits for a woman to walk herself into my space, destroying my peace of mind with her stupid romance books? I huff, physically making my head turn to my computer to look over finances at my strip club. Everything is moving smoothly which is good because I have to launder my blood money through it and every other legal business I own. The restaurants, clubs, hell, I even own a goddamn coffee shop. Anything to look solid on paper. But at the end of the day, the government doesn’t care how I make my money as long as they get a proportion of it.

I crack my neck, looking down at my watch. Five minutes since the last time I looked at it. I glance up at the door, willing her to walk through and fill my office with her scent. I narrow my eyes at it and then shake my head.

I’m not going to go find her.

Well, fuck.

I throw open her bedroom, finding it neat and tidy. Bark at Francis to see where he is because she likes to chat with him most days. Of course she’s not with him. I check the piano room, coming up empty. She’s not in the kitchen, or outside that I can see.

As I get closer to her library, I feel the timbers of music sliding over my skin. I can’t place the song, but it’s familiar.

I push the door open, closing it softly behind me. I walk through the rows of bookshelves, coming up behind her in the secluded room. Her scent hits me first. I close my eyes, inhaling deeply.

Soooooo fucked.

I grip her hair, putting it to one side of her shoulder. I allow my lips to fall down her neck, causing her fingers to slip on a key, causing the song to end on an awful tune, but I couldn’t care less.

“Are you dirtying up your vintage, one of a kind piano, Little Bird?” She moans as her response. “Making the seat all wet and slippery?”

“I’m not.”

“Let me see,” I murmur, gripping the ridiculous skirts of her pale pink dress and lifting them up. I use my free hand and slip my fingers below her panties, meeting hot, silken flesh. Her head falls back on my chest as I work my fingers inside her, making her gasp and mewl.

“Atticus.” She whispers, and I feel like I may lose all my senses.

“Fuck, Little Bird.” I remove my fingers, sucking them into my mouth and groaning around her taste.

I snatch her up, laying her on her piano and spreading her wide like a feast. Fuck her delicate little piano that cost more than most cars. I’ll buy her another.

She leans up on elbow, watching me with wide eyes as I take a slow, long lick over her pink pussy. My eyes lower as I get drunk off her taste, the intense eye contact making me fucking hard. Most people won’t look me in my eyes, but she looks like she never wants to look away.

That’s what makes her so dangerous. She’s just as obsessed with me as I am with her.

I suck on her clit, my fingers buried deep inside her and rubbing that soft spot that makes her go wild. And she does. She gasps, eyes going half masked as shecumss, wetting my face and drenching my chin. “You’re such a good girl. Always so responsive to my touch.”

She shudders at my words, drifting one hand through my hair quickly before I can even memorize her touch. I kind of wish she’d do it again.

The fuck am I even saying?

I rise, looking over my handy bite marks and hickeys on her inner thighs. She pushes her skirts down, taking my eyes away and I look at her face. She bites her lip, contemplating something. I’ve come to know her tells.

“Can I..” she trails off, blushing.

“Can you?” I prompt.

“Can I do that to you?”

I almost cum. The thought of her lips around my cock is mesmerizing. “Only if you say, ‘Atticus, I want to put your cock in my mouth’. ”

She blushes harder, looking away from me. “Atticus, I want your…” She swallows, whispering, “cock in my mouth.”

I grasp her delicate, little neck I could snap so easily, pulling her from the piano and pushing her down onto her knees. I meet her eyes, “I won’t be gentle.” A promise.

She bats her eyes up at me. “I don’t want you to be.” A blessing.

“Open your mouth.” Her lush, light pink lips part. “Wider.” I command.

She does, so eager to please me. Even though I’m her captor, her beast, just… hers.

The thought makes me irrational with rage. I don’t tease her with my cock. I free it from my slacks, slamming it into the back of her throat and groaning. She looks up, the gray of her irises so sparkly from watery eyes, she chokes as I push back further.

She’s just another woman. A hole to use and abuse.

I thrust, my hand tangling in her hair.

She’s nothing.

Thrust.

Fucking nothing to me.

Thrust.

“You’re nothing to me,” I growl.

Her eyes widen as she chokes, a tear falling down her cheek, pooling on her chest.

I repeat the words, thrusting harder until I’m coming down her throat. I rip myself away from her as she collapses to the floor, hurt and anger reflecting back at me. I want to take it back, but I don’t. It’s better this way.

She holds her throat looking away from me. “Get out.”

“Excuse me?” I ask, buckling my pants.

“I said, get out, Atticus.”

“I think you forgot whose house this is.”

She sniffs, “This is my room. I have the key. My space. Now leave.” She rises gracefully, sitting back on the piano stool and begins playing softly.

She never even looks back as I walk away.