Don't Hate Me (Club Pétale), page 18
Even now.
My training told me to disarm her and turn the gun on her instead.
Grab.
Twist.
Turn.
Shoot.
It was a motion I had done hundreds of times before. I could do it right then and end the entire job. But the anger in Blake’s eyes, god I needed to feel it.
She cocked the gun, though her finger was not resting on the trigger like it should have been when she found someone rifling through her stuff. Stuff that was obviously very incriminating. Stuff that she shouldn’t want anyone to find.
She didn’t want to kill me, but she would if I gave her no choice. It was clear in her face.
It caused me to shiver.
“You manipulated me,” she whispered. Her voice did not betray the hurt I knew was lingering under her skin. A part of me felt bad that I was the cause of her hurt, but my excitement far outweighed it.
“What are you talking about, Blake?” I asked, feigning innocence. “Why are you pointing a gun at me?”
Her jaw clenched.
“Is this why you followed me?” she asked. “How much do you know? Did he send you? Tell you to fuck with my emotions like this?”
“I don’t know—”
She pushed the gun straight to my forehead. The cool metal sent a violent bolt of electricity up my spine.
“Cut the bullshit, Quinn,” she growled. “Tell me, or I swear to God I’ll blow—”
I grabbed the gun and forced it upward to allow me to lunge at her. Blake was quick in her movements because of her training, but not quick enough.
I tangled a hand in her short locks while the other gripped her throat. I squeezed the sides letting her know exactly who was in charge. Her eyes widened, and for the first time, I saw fear flash across them.
I used to love seeing the fear in my target’s face… so why did it cause me to stall?
It was enough of a mistake that she used her body weight to push us to the ground. She straddled my hips and brought the gun under my chin, tilting it up.
My hands flew to her hips. Heat flared through me when I realized that Blake had only put on a sleep shirt with nothing else underneath after our time together.
I was so turned on it was ridiculous.
“I’ll ask you again,” she said, though this time she was breathless. “Who the fuck are you?”
I held my breath as my hand trailed from her hip to her muscular thigh.
Her breath hitched, and she pushed the gun harder against me. Fuck. She’s so fucking perfect.
“Maybe I should be asking you that,” I said with a chuckle. “What have you been hiding from me, little agent?”
“Who sent you?” she asked again, though her tone was more of a plea than a demand.
“Does it make you feel powerful?” I asked, squeezing her thigh, my voice dropping low. “To have me immobilized here while you straddle me?”
She didn’t stop my hand as it traveled up and brushed across the tuft of curls between her legs. Nor when I traveled the path from her clit into her wet cunt.
Her eyes narrowed at me.
“I could kill you.”
I couldn’t help the moan that spilled from my lips.
She could. She could pull the trigger right now and my miserable existence would be over. At least it would mean that I wouldn’t have to finish this job.
Something that should have been easy for me, but it turned complicated once I tasted her on my lips.
“Do it,” I dared.
Her wetness dripped onto my fingers, and I used it to massage her clit.
Even in the darkness, I could see the familiar blush spread across her face.
“Are you not scared?” she asked. “One wrong move, and I could blow your brains out.”
She let out a strangled moan when I forced two fingers inside of her.
“This is the most turned-on I’ve been in my life,” I admitted. “Keep the gun there while I fuck you. Better yet, force me to keep going until you can’t come anymore.”
I expected her to pull away, but yet again, Blake surprised me.
She lifted herself up just enough to allow my fingers better access. She leaned forward, putting a hand right beside my head. Her eyes were level with mine, and the grip of her gun stayed steady.
“I won’t forget about this,” she warned.
A wicked smile spread across my face.
“I hope not,” I said in a teasing tone. Satisfaction exploded through me when she ground her hips against my hand.
“You think an orgasm will make me forget about this?” she growled.
“No,” I said hurtfully, and I fit a finger into her. I fucked her slowly, savoring the look on her face, and I brought her close to an orgasm. The sound of my fingers fucking her wet cunt filled the air, causing my own pussy to clench. “Maybe it’s time we were both a little more honest, huh?”
I picked up my pace, letting my heel slam into her clit with each thrust.
Her mouth dropped open, moans spilling out.
“I don’t owe you answers,” she spat. “But you owe me a lot, considering.”
I paused in my motions, only for her to push the gun harder into me. Something flashed across her eyes. A recognition, or maybe an idea. Whatever it was caused her to force the gun past my lips.
“Maybe I should make better use of your mouth since all it does is lie.”
Before I could stop her, she lifted herself from me and turned around. In my mind, I cursed her for putting her guard down but quickly swallowed my complaints when she lowered her pussy onto my face.
I grabbed her hips, pulling her to my mouth like she had done mine.
I was vaguely aware of her pulling my shorts down.
I gasped into her when I felt the cool metal of the gun push against my clit.
“Keep going,” she ordered. “God, you have such a pretty pussy. It’s a shame.”
“I’ve never been called pretty in my life,” I mumbled into her folds.
“So pretty,” she cooed. “And so wet.” As if to prove her point, she trailed the gun from my clit to my entrance.
“Think I could fuck you with this?” she asked.
This was a new side of her I’d never seen before. In control, insidious, sadistic even. It had me spreading my legs for her.
“Oh, you’re even a bigger slut than I am.” She laughed, but it quickly turned to a moan when I brought her clit into my mouth and gave it a sharp suck.
“The safety is o—”
“Don’t tell me that,” I hissed against her before going back to devouring her.
She let out a breathy chuckle before pushing the hard metal into me. I wanted to squirm against her, but I stayed deadly still.
The way she pulled it out of me only to push it back in, further this time, was obscene.
It was dirty. Depraved. Everything I had been missing.
“Keep going, pretty,” she said, leaning down to lick my clit as she thrust the gun into me.
I trembled against her but obeyed.
All thoughts of the hit left my mind, and I was left trembling at her touch.
I was going to come. Even faster than she was, which was a first for me.
“You’re shaking. Don’t tell me you’re about to come?” The way she said it with a laugh caused my skin to flame.
I didn’t answer her, but instead tried to make her come faster.
But it was no use. She pulled my clit into her mouth, and I was exploding around the gun, my pussy clamping onto the hard metal, the moans stuck in my throat.
I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t make a single sound.
She fucked me with the gun as the orgasm destroyed my body, rendering me completely useless. White spots bloomed across my vision. I screwed my eyes shut, unable to believe Blake pulled such a mind-blowing orgasm out of me while fucking my pussy with a goddamn loaded gun.
When she pulled it out of me, I pushed her off of me so I could climb on top of her.
The gun was forgotten as our lips crashed together. Her hands tangled through my hair, pulling painfully.
Fine if she wanted it to hurt, she’ll have her way tonight.
I bit her lip hard enough to break the skin. She gasped against me before digging her blunt nails into my back.
My hand was between her legs in seconds, forcing three fingers back into her as I fucked her without remorse. She writhed against me each time the heel of my palm hit her clit.
“You’re fucking terrible,” she groaned against me.
“Just who do you think I am, little agent?” I asked, pulling away from her.
The conflicted feelings that crossed her face caused my head to spin. She didn’t want to like this, but she did. She didn’t want to come on my fingers, but she was going to.
“You’re not a contractor,” she said with a moan.
I shook my head.
“Are you one of them?” she asked.
“Say it,” I growled. “Who’s them?”
I knew this was what I needed, but inside I was screaming at her not to say it.
Her hand fastened around my neck.
“If you’re one of Russell’s men, I won’t hesitate to put a bullet in your brain,” she warned. “I’m not going back.”
Russell. Not Alec. The violent relief that spread throughout me was obvious by the crazed smile that spread across my face.
“Whoever you think I am, Blake.” I leaned forward, brushing my lips against hers. “I promise you I’m much worse.”
Her pussy clamped around me so tightly that I wondered briefly if I had done everything wrong from the beginning.
“No, fuck.”
“That’s right,” I purred. “Come on my hand. Your mouth may say no, but your body has always known who it belongs to.”
She came with a cry. I couldn’t help but lean down and take her mouth with mine. I swallowed her moans until she was pushing me away for air.
Breathing heavily, we met each other’s gaze. Now that the high was coming down, we both had a choice to make, and there was only one gun.
I allowed Blake to flip us around, ready for whatever choice she made. There was only a moment of hesitation before her lips were back on mine and her hands were between my legs.
Blake
I should have listened to my instincts when they told me there was something Quinn wasn’t telling me.
But there was also a relief in the fact that she wasn’t connected to the ghost that was haunting my past.
Whoever you think I am, Blake, I promise you I’m much worse.
But there was also comfort in knowing that, because if she was worse than them, maybe there was a chance that I would never again be subject to what they threatened.
That didn’t mean I was any less mad at her. But being mad at her didn’t stop the weird, explosive chemistry between us.
She was supposed to leave, yet when she came from behind me as I was peering at the gun on the dining room table, her hands slipped into my shirt and spread across my stomach, my skin still heated. My pussy ached with need. My fingers itched to grab her hair and force her to her knees.
So that’s exactly what I did.
I turned around, shivering when her heated gaze met mine. When I threaded my hands through her hair and tugged it back, she said nothing.
“On your knees,” I ordered.
“Has the little agent found her claws?” she asked but fell to her knees anyway. Her hands trailed my bare thighs, pushing up my oversized shirt as they traveled up.
“I don’t know why I can’t stop myself,” I admitted, hooking my leg over her shoulders. I placed a hand behind me, using it as leverage as I threaded a hand through her hair. “I should report you. Or end it all. But I can’t.”
“Because you’re too much like me,” she said, leaving a burning kiss on my inner thigh. Her tongue darted out to lick the sensitive skin before sinking her teeth into it.
I let out a strangled moan.
“Stupid?” I supplied.
She let out a laugh before placing another kiss on the place she bit.
“You want something you shouldn’t have,” she said. “Someone who, like you, is begging for the world to take note. Yet the powers that be awaited to bury her.”
“Are you going to kill me?” I asked.
She didn’t answer. Instead, she lunged forward and did what she was best at: eating pussy.
“If you do,” I said breathlessly. “Burn my body. Make sure no one finds it.”
She growled against my folds.
“Don’t fucking talk like that.”
I let out a bitter laugh but bucked my hips against her mouth regardless of the emotions the topic was making me feel.
“You are going to, aren’t you?” I asked. “At least you can answer that.”
She jerked up, pulling my shirt up with her.
“Shut up,” she murmured and swooped down to bring my nipple into her mouth. She did that thing where she pulled away enough for me to watch as her tongue curled around it, then sucked it fully into her mouth, her teeth grazing against the piercings.
Her hand pushed its way between my legs, circling my clit as I writhed against her.
I couldn’t hold in my moans anymore. I let them fill the silent apartment, taking advantage of perhaps the last time she would touch me.
“I hate you,” I whispered.
She chuckled against my nipple before slipping two fingers into me. Her other hand wrapped around my throat and pulled me to her. All thoughts left me when her broken pupils zeroed in on me. There was a cruel smile spreading across her face.
“We both know that’s a bold-faced fucking lie, especially when your sopping cunt has my fingers in a death grip.”
I let out a strangled moan.
“That’s right, Blake.” Her cruel tone only turned me on that much more. “You’re going to come apart on them even though the both of us know I could end you right here and now.”
“They’re stained with blood, aren’t they?” I asked.
“Oh, they’re fucking filthy with it,” she said with a laugh. “But I have a feeling that turned you on even more, doesn’t it?”
“No,” I spat.
“Such a horrible liar,” she said, hooking her fingers inside me. “Let’s try not to lie to me when you’re coming on my fingers, hm?”
I couldn’t hold it back any longer. The orgasm crashed through me like a tidal wave.
“I fucking despise you—fuck.”
“Uh-huh, sure you do,” she said with a chuckle. Her thumb found my clit, rubbing hard circles on it as I came down. “I’ll give you another chance. Just say—”
“Oh wow, sorry to interrupt.”
Quinn whipped around before I could even register what happened. I reached for the gun behind me, but she already had it in front of her, pointing at the stranger.
I leaned over to look over her shoulder. My heart dropped to the floor because the man walking into my apartment in a clean-pressed suit was my worst nightmare.
Russell Crowe, my husband, has finally come to take back what he was owed. I gripped her shirt, hiding myself behind her. He slammed the door behind him with an anger I had seen far too many times before then.
“You,” I breathed. He took a few steps forward, his eyes on Quinn.
Russell’s mouth twitched. “Me,” he agreed. “I also hear you have something of mine. Go get it. We’re going home.”
I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move. Every moment from the years we had been together passed through my mind in a flurry. How had he found me? I should have been hidden away, locked so tight that no one would ever know who I once was.
Did he see me with the senator?
“This can’t happen,” I said with a gasp. My mind swirled, and my throat began to close.
“Well, it is,” he said, letting out a sigh. “I’m done playing this fucking game, Tiffany. Get your sorry ass over here—”
“Quinn, please.” I don’t know what I was begging her for, but she seemed to understand.
A shot rang out. Russell fell to his knees, blood blooming from his pants leg.
“Goddamn it,” Russell said with a laugh. The strain in his laugh was the only thing giving away that he had been shot. How many times had he come home covered in blood? How many times had I helped him clean up his wounds? This was nothing to him. “Not only is my wife cheating on me, but to have them shoot me as well? The lawyers are going to have a field day.”
If Quinn was surprised about the news that I was married, she didn’t show it.
“I’m not your wife anymore,” I reminded, my fingernails biting into Quinn.
“I didn’t sign no goddamn divorce papers, bitch.”
I had to physically hold Quinn back from taking another shot at him.
But what Russell didn’t say is that he wasn’t here for me alone. Quinn had seen it last night. Not only did I leave him passed out on the floor as I cracked for the first and last time, I also took something from him. Something he would kill to keep a secret.
His sharp eyes narrowing at me told me that he was here for exactly that. If Quinn hadn’t been here, he wouldn’t have hesitated to kill me.
Panic seized my throat, and my breathing became erratic. The world swam around me, and my grip on Quinn shook.
Fuck, not now.
“You broke into the house of a government agent,” she said, her tone deadly. “People are no doubt swarming the place now.”
You know it too, a voice inside my head reminded me. Get your fucking shit together, or the next time Russell comes to get you, Quinn won’t be able to protect you.
I quickly grabbed the gun from her, wiping the fingerprints off with the back of her shirt. They were going to come and take everything, especially if Russell was involved. His ties to dangerous gangs would make this difficult.
Quinn stayed intently on me, glaring daggers at Russell, and I pulled my shirt on. My phone vibrated loudly off to the side. Quinn grabbed it without looking away from the man bleeding out on my carpet.
