I watch Ariel closely as we drive back to the estate. King watches me. Likely thinking I’ll fly off the handle and do something I’ll regret. Only he should know I regret nothing.
“When we get back, straight upstairs,” I command her. My voice is gruff and sounds angry. That couldn’t be further from the truth. I want her more now than ever before. However, King and I need to speak about Thomas first. And find out if Castiel has any new information since he’s been in Louisiana for so long.
“You spoke to Cas?” I ask King.
“I’ll be calling him when we get back.” His gaze is glued on Ariel, and a growl escapes me before I can stop it. “Calm down, Luther.” He laughs. Understanding full-well how I feel because he feels the same with Lil.
Gripping her hips, I pull her onto my lap. Her shocked gaze meets mine with a small smile. When she starts squirming in my lap, I bite back a groan because every wiggle of her ass rubs against my hard dick. I’d like to impale her on my rod right now, but I’d be pissed to have someone else see her naked. Even if I know he’s not attracted.
Biting her ear, I snap. “Stop fucking moving.”
“Sorry,” she murmurs, but I don’t think she is. The vixen is trying to tempt me.
“I will pin your ass to a bed with my cock for a month if you don’t knock it off.” She literally fucking perks up. Her eyes brighten, and I can see the wheels turning in her mind at the thought of me buried balls deep in her firm, little ass.
“Do you promise?” She breathes in my ear. The caress of her breath makes my cock pulse.
With all the teasing she’s putting me through, I fail to realize we’re back at the estate. Helping her from the car at the front door, I slap her ass as we walk through and command, “Upstairs, naked, and so help me, Ariel, if you aren’t waiting for me, I’m going to come armed with the damn whip.” She smirks at my threat.
I think the girl has a dark, kinky side I’ve yet to touch the surface of.
“She’s going to be running circles around you soon.” King laughs.
“Speaking of circles.” I nod to Lilith as she walks out of King’s office.
“Fuck you,” he mutters. “My queen.” I’m always amazed at the way he does a complete turnaround with her. Though I imagine I do the same with Ariel.
“King,” she sighs as he pulls her into his chest.
Leaving them alone, I enter the room Lil just exited. Recognizing an envelope with a Louisiana stamp sitting on his desk, I open it. Figuring it must be from Cas.
Pictures fall free as I dump it upside down, and what I see doesn’t make sense. It’s Thomas, but there’s something different about him. He doesn’t look the same as he did two months ago when we first met him.
Something’s not quite right.
“Yeah, he’s opened it,” King says walking into the room.
“Good. You see what I do, Luth?” Cas asks through the speaker of King’s phone.
“I see it. Who is he?”
“Andersson finally admitted McCray’s come down here not only to get plastic surgery but to have someone else made to look like him.”
“A double?” King asks. “The chin’s wrong.”
“I thought that, too,” Cas agrees. “I’ve tracked down the plastic surgeon who did the work. I’ll be speaking to him real soon.”
“Let us know what you find out.”
“What the fuck is his game?” I wonder out loud after King’s hung up the phone.
“He’s going to try something.”
“Likely.” I agree.
“We need to question Timothy.”
We need to do more than question the man. We need to extract information like a root canal. Only without the anesthetic.
“I’ll call Carver. You get the dungeon ready,” King tells me, and I go down to pick out my devices.
Carver is obsessed with medieval torture techniques, and when he brought home the Judas cradle, I’d been slightly wary of the contraption. It was used as a torture technique, centuries ago. Working effectively to get honest confessions from criminals.
With a sharp metal pyramid atop a stool, he’ll hang by chains from the ceiling and slowly be lowered onto the tip of the pyramid. The pain is supposed to be excruciating. I figure it’ll work best to get what we need from Timothy. The man is going to be hard to break.
Ariel
Doing as Luther asked, I’m lying on the bed completely naked. Terrified that someone other than him will enter the room and see me. My thighs are shaking with anticipation, and when the door finally opens, I freeze.
Luther comes through, an angry scowl on his handsome face, and I’m afraid he’s going to be upset with me.
When our gazes meet, and he stops all movement, I know I’ve done right. “Look at that fucking pussy.” His rough words make me shiver again. “It’s missing something, though.”
Confused, I ask, “What do you mean?”
Walking closer to me, his gaze glued between my thighs, he lightly runs a finger through my folds and says, “My cum dripping from your sweetness.”
I don’t know what to say to that, so I wait for whatever he’ll do next. As long as he’s got his hands on me, I’m content.
When he reaches for my foot, the contact shocks me, from his warm hands to my cool skin. He slowly pushes further up my calf to my knee, where he brings my leg forward and kisses my instep tenderly as he continues moving up my body.
When he’s got my leg over his shoulder and his face directly above my pussy, our eyes meet. His are scorching hot. I feel the incineration all the way to my soul as it brands me as his.
“Carver is on his way back,” he murmurs quietly, looking back down at his prize. Moving closer, I feel his breath against my flesh and can barely form a coherent thought as he continues to speak. “He’s bringing Timothy.”
Not a name I want to hear while my man’s rubbing the scruff of his face against my lower lips. When he nips the inside of my thigh, I find my voice. “Why?”
“We have new information.” He’s calm as can be, talking about this as he rubs the opposite side of his face on me. His light beard scrapes across my clit, and an ache-filled moan escapes like a whine.
“Luther,” I purr when his mouth is just a hairsbreadth away from where I want him most.
“This what you want, princess?” I’m not prepared. At all. Not only does he draw the bundle of nerves into his mouth, but he also nibbles on them. Sucking so hard and deep, I can feel the flesh pounding for release.
My body is on fire as he manipulates me into giving him what he wants. His hands on my hips prevent me from moving while he draws out my desire with urgency.
I feel my heart stuttering, my ears ring, and my breath is caught as he continues his assault on my senses. As the ecstasy crashes throughout my system, my back bows up off the bed and a soundless scream breaks free. He doesn’t let up, continuing to suck and bite. Teasing me by giving a small amount of reprieve, only to flatten his tongue against the throbbing bundle again and delivering long, rough licks.
“Stop!” I cry into the room.
His harsh groan my only answer.
He doesn’t stop. Forcing me into a whirlwind of pleasure I don’t think I’ll ever recover from. “Luther, please,” I beg him.
Sitting up, my legs bend, and I grip either side of his face, intent on pulling him away. His hold on my hips tightens, and his mouth widens, so he’s covering my entire pussy. His tongue plays at my opening while his teeth scrape against my lips.
My upper body is covering his head when there’s a pounding on the door, and in walks Carver. “That son of a bitch is here.” His eyes are cold and detached as they meet mine. For the first time, instilling fear deep within my bones.
Luther waves him away with a hand as his teeth clamp down around my clit once again, and I scream as another orgasm rips through me with lightning speed. I’m breathless hanging over the top of him while he slowly pulls away.
“Fucking delicious,” he groans, pressing his mouth to mine with a ferocity I’ve never felt.
I can taste my juices on his lips and tongue as he plunders me again. Not giving me an ounce of recovery time. “Get the fuck out, Carver!” Luther bellows, realizing his friend is still watching. The man leaves with a smirk.
Deciding to play with him, I bite down hard when he pushes his tongue forward into my mouth. His hands have moved to my chest, and his fingers dig so deeply into my breasts, I know there’ll be bruises.
As he pulls away, he smirks. Like he got the reaction from me that he wanted. “When I’m finished, this pussy”—he presses a finger to my core—“and this ass”—his finger slides down, widening my eyes with shock—“will be riding my cock, fast and furious.”
I don’t get a chance to answer as he walks over to his dresser, pulling out a t-shirt and handing it to me. Sliding it over my head, I ask, “What’s going on?”
When he turns to me, his cold mask is in place, and I marvel at how easily he can transition from an obsessive lover into a ruthless killer.
“When this started, Thomas was our objective. We keep finding out new secrets about him, his family. What he wanted when he first targeted the Adair Empire.” I nod. “You weren’t ever part of any information we found. Neither was Timothy, at first.” I’d known that already. “Castiel found out Thomas has found himself a body double. Made the guy get plastic surgery and everything. Then sent him back to Scotland, so we’d believe he was there.”
“That seems excessive.”
“It is. But since he’s done that, we believe he’s going to try coming after us. Carver has brought Timothy back here, so we can interrogate him. See if he knows what his brother is up to.”
“Are you going to kill him?”
“That’s up to you.”
“Why?” I want no part of that.
“Because biologically or not, he’s been your father for the better part of seventeen years. I will not cause you pain by killing someone close to you.”
“We aren’t close. At all, or ever,” I insist.
“Come, then.” Luther takes my hand and leads me from the room, winding down the marble stairs that I’ve always admired. Their pristine white a deep contrast to what leads into the basement.
As we enter what Luther has called The Dungeon, reminding me of Timothy’s Chamber, a foreboding chill races up my spine.