Don't Hate Me (Club Pétale), page 24
She rolled her eyes, but I saw the side that ghosted her lips.
“His name is Agent Jonson,” she said. “I ran into him with the senator once, but besides that I haven’t—”
Are you fucking kidding me? It took all my strength not to let a string of curse words leave my mouth.
“Please tell me you’re joking.”
I squeezed my eyes shut, unable to believe what I was just hearing.
What the fuck is with this FBI agent, and why couldn’t I get rid of him? The last thing I wanted while I was trying to get us to freedom was to get involved with him again.
“What?” Blake asked, her voice raising an octave. “You know him?”
“Oh, I know him,” I grumbled and looked down at her with a tense smile. “Unfortunately, too well.”
She swallowed, the movement of her throat catching my attention. Even through my anger, the lust hadn’t died down yet. I wanted nothing more than to lean forward and lick the length of her neck. Maybe even dig my teeth into it.
“Will that be a problem?”
“No,” I said, clearing my throat and trying to think of anything but fucking the delicious woman in front of me. “Just… annoying. But I promised you I wouldn’t kill him.”
Which I almost regret.
But her smile caused my heart to twist. She turned toward me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders.
“What a good listener you are,” she teased, her lips brushing across mine.
“Careful,” I growled, trailing my hands down her sides. “You’re poking a bear, and I think the last thing we need is to get caught because I couldn’t keep my hands off you.”
She let out a light laugh.
“Just a quickie?” she asked.
I pulled away, sending her a look.
“Who are you right now?” I asked, half joking.
“Someone who’s never felt freer,” she said and crashed her lips to mine.
I couldn’t deny her, not when her hand tangled in my hair and her teeth raked my lower lip. I pulled her to me, not letting myself waste the opportunity.
God, I may have just found my match.
Blake
I never felt more at peace than when I helped Quinn throw my husband’s body off that cliff. It changed everything. There was a weight lifted off my shoulders and shadow of fear and pain that had been following me around disappeared into the ether.
It had been two days after the incident when Quinn and I were released back to my apartment. The threat was gone, they had said. No need to stay hidden out when there were other more important people to protect.
The agencies words, not mine.
But things have changed since we watched his lifeless body crash into the blacked sea. Whatever invisible wall that had been holding us back before was gone. She was around me all the time, and since I didn’t have to work until the following week, that was all the time.
But I loved it.
Loved the comfort of feeling her nearby. Loved knowing that no matter what, she was mere minutes away. I had never been able to trust someone in my life like I had with her. Even knowing what she came here to do.
That night, we visited the club for the last time.
It was bittersweet. I had come to terms with myself within the walls of Club Pétale. I owed Ax and Sloan my life because of it. But now I had another life to live.
One with her.
It was crazy to me to think that I was finally able to envision a life with someone. That I was even able to envision a future at all.
But because I owed the club my life, I decided not to leave just yet.
As a last goodbye, I decided to perform in front of the crowd again. I would miss it. Miss the way they would look at me as I writhed in front of them. Miss the power I felt while I had their attention.
But this time she would be there—I wanted her there. Wanted her to watch like she once had. Wanted to remember what it felt like to be wanted by her but not be able to touch each other.
Those piercing blue eyes were the first thing I sought out when I entered the stage.
The room was mostly dark, with the lights from the room being the only thing that lit up the masked faces of the patrons. That’s another thing I used to love about it. The anonymity. Not knowing exactly who was behind those masks as they fucked themselves to my performance.
She was easy to seek out in the crowd. Instead of lingering in the back, she took a seat right in front. Her elbow was on the armrest, her head resting in her hand, a small smirk spreading across her face. Totally and completely at ease with my presence on stage,
She had even been excited when I told her I wanted to perform again. Unlike Bailey, she loved seeing me up there. Loved seeing me take control of my pleasure in a way that worked for me.
What we were about to do was crazy, but I had been living my life hiding and running scared for too long. For the first time, I was going to take control of my life.
This night was special. I was recreating one of my favorite scenes and one of the first that actually got me into performing live.
I was suspended upright, looking at the crowd head-on. Ropes wrapped around my chest, arms, and legs. My legs were forced open by how Gale had tied them, giving the crowd an unobstructed view of my pussy.
This performance was all about play for Gale. She would get me off as she always did, but most of the time it was experimenting on what could get me off the hardest in a certain amount of time. How many times she could make me squirt in one session. The list went on but at the end of the day it was about one thing: me.
And that night it would seem that she wanted to see how far I would go to humiliate myself.
“That’s right, my little slut,” she cooed. “Try to fuck yourself on it.”
I whined as I jerked my hips. She held a large purple dildo at my entrance, teasing me with it as the crowd cheered her on. She encouraged them to participate this time, picking which toys to use on me.
I tried desperately to do as she said, craving the stretch of it, but I failed, earning a disappointed sigh from her.
My entire body was on fire, the slightest touch threatening to set me off.
The feeling of the ropes against my skin, binding me caused my breathing to shallow. It could be such a little, overlooked feeling but after being teased to the point I was, it was almost maddening.
I’m so close. I tried once again to at least rub my wet cunt against it since I couldn’t fuck it like how I wanted, but Gale had shifted it at the last second, depriving me the feeling of it rubbing against my swollen clit.
“Do you want some help there, Blake?” she asked.
I nodded wildly. I was beyond desperate for it. And knowing that Quinn’s gaze was on me the entire time made the need please so much stronger.
“Please. Please help me, ma’am—”
She didn’t wait for me to finish before she pushed the dildo into me. My breath caught at the stretch of it. I threw my head back, letting out a long moan as she slowly pushed it in, and in, and in.
When she pushed it in as far as she could, she pulled back and slammed it back into me. The action caused my toes to curl and a whine to fall from my mouth. Burst of fire spread through me and ran down my thighs.
More. I wanted to beg, but I couldn’t. Not when my orgasm was creeping up on me like a whisper in the wind.
I couldn’t sneak it, not without punishment, but in my hazed mind… it was worth it.
“Any other ideas on what we should do to her?” Gale asked the crowd as she fucked me. I jerked my hips along with her movements, unable to stop myself. If you couldn’t see or hear what we were doing, people would think she was discussing the weather.
“Her cunt can fit more than that,” a voice called. It was Quinn. Of course, it was Quinn.
Gale noticed the way I perked up at Quinn’s voice and gave me a shit-eating grin.
“If the little slut begs for it, maybe I’ll let you come up here and do it yourself.”
God. How many times have I fantasized about Quinn coming up here to play with me in front of all these people?
“Please,” I gasped. “Please fill me.”
Quinn let out a dark chuckle as she stood, her long legs closing the distance between us.
She walked up to the stage with ease, her eyes not once traveling to the people in the crowd who started to murmur about her.
Quinn looked over me as Gale fucked me. Her eyes trailed down to my cunt. I shuddered as her fingers traced my opening as it stretched around the dildo. Her touch scorching my skin.
“She likes you,” Gale muttered with a laugh.
“Please,” I whispered to her. “Please fuck me, Qu—Riley.”
Quinn’s eyes flashed at my slip-up.
“Take this one,” Gale said, handing Quinn a smaller dildo already covered in lube. “Use your fingers first. Work in tandem with me, and we can stretch her together until she’s ready to take it.”
Quinn nodded, though she didn’t need instruction. She used some of the lube that had dripped off the dildo for her fingers and pushed them into me on Gale’s next thrust.
Quinn moved slightly to the side so the crowd could see what she was doing.
“Oh god!” I gasped as the burning sensation of her fingers stretching me spread. When she curled her fingers inside of me, my body jerked in response. I tried to breathe through the onslaught of pleasure and pain she brought me, but it was so intense so quickly that I couldn’t do anything but take it.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
My head was spinning. My skin was on fire. My thighs were shaking with the intenseness of the pleasure coursing through me.
“I can’t. Too much—”
“We haven’t even fit the other one in yet,” Quinn said with a laugh. “Already begging for mercy?”
God have mercy. Quinn’s words felt like a slap right to the clit.
“Safe word if you need it,” Gale reminds me in my ear. I shook my head violently. No. I couldn’t. Not when it felt like this.
“More,” I forced out. Her thumb brushed across my clit, and it was all that I needed to send me into a mind-blowing orgasm.
It was always like this with her, but it was even more intensified by the feeling of all the eyes on me. Because they then knew just how much of a whiney, writhing slut I was for her.
“There we go,” Quinn said with a throaty chuckle. Her fingers were removed along with the larger dildo, and then slowly, they pushed both of them into me.
“Yes,” I groaned. “Fuck, fuck, god, yes—”
My moans were cut off by Quinn’s fingers rubbing against my clit. My body was so hot all over. Sweat dripped down my back. My nipples hard and begging for attention. The ropes pulled at my skin, reminding me just how bound and useless I was. The shaking in my legs intensified because of what was happening between them.
“That’s right,” Gale cooed in my ear. “Show everyone what a depraved slut you are. You’re going to come again, aren’t you?”
“She is,” Quinn said. “Look at how fucking soaked her pussy is. Look at how it sucks us in.”
I couldn’t take it anymore. Not when they started to pull back only to force the dildos right back into me. Not when Quinn’s lips came down to suck my nipple into her mouth.
Tears slipped from my eyes, and sobs ripped from my chest.
They were pulling another orgasm from me, slowly and painfully, but I couldn’t stop it. They were in complete control of it.
A scream was ripped from me as I came again. Quinn’s eyes watched me intently as I came undone, never wavering. It was her steady hand on my clit that guided me through my orgasm. The same hands that had killed so many. The same hands that had pried open my husband and stuffed rocks in him.
They were filthy. Stained with horrors I couldn’t even comprehend.
But it made them—and her—all that more addicting.
I had faith it was going to happen.
I knew Quinn wouldn’t just up and leave me here.
But that didn’t stop the nerves from fucking eating me alive.
Nerves up my spine, causing me to continuously look through my shoulder and jump at any small sound. The feeling was all too similar to when I was fleeing for my life for the first time.
But this time, I wasn’t just running to save myself.
I was running because I had killed a man. Killed Russell. And no matter how much I thought about it, I couldn’t feel an ounce of guilt.
Sure, I had panicked. xi, I had been scared shitless at what was going to happen to me afterward.
But I was so happy I put him in his fucking place. Paid him back for all the things he had the audacity to do to me. And to watch him humiliate himself as he struggled for air, that was even sweeter than I could have ever imagined.
“Yates,” Ryan called, his voice cutting through my thoughts like a razor blade.
My head snapped over to the man. My job that day had been to stand watch in the backyard as the children and mother were chasing after the fireflies.
There was a slight chill in the air, but not enough to seep through the thick suit I wore.
Ryan’s gaze shifted from mine to the family, then back to me. His hands clenched at his sides, and there was a nervous quirk to his lips.
Panic shot through me. Even though we had hidden the body and Quinn had assured me it was taken care of, I couldn’t help my mind from spiraling.
What if he knew? What if somehow the news broke and my cover was blown?
“Mr. Bennett wants to see you,” he said after a moment of silence.
Relief ballooned inside me. Of course, it was something as simple as that.
As freeing as it had felt to kill him, there were still so many real-life consequences that were just lurking in the shadows, waiting for one of us to fuck up.
I had been connected to Russell not just through my past with him, but that fucker had literally shown up at my house while it was being monitored by government agents.
“Oh, that’s all?” I asked and rolled my shoulders. “Your expression told me I should worry about it.”
He gave me a forced smile.
“Is he not someone you worry about?” he asked with a light shake in his tone.
Ryan, someone who had been a leader in our team and who should have been afraid of no one, had shown an awful lot of fear for a mere politician.
One whose campaign still hadn’t taken off.
“I protect him,” I said, walking toward him. “Not fear him.”
I met his gaze strongly. I had so much more I wanted to say. I wanted to tell him to toughen up. To realize that the senator was just a job. One that would be done before he knew it.
Most of all, I wanted to tell him how disappointed I was.
But he wasn’t worth the time. Even though I knew soon I’d never see him again, I still couldn’t bring myself to let the words slip from my mouth. No matter how bitter they tasted on my tongue.
“He’s in his study,” he said, his gaze darting to the family and staying there.
I see I’m dismissed.
I walked past him with a huff. Whatever, if he wanted to act like that, then I wouldn’t stop him.
The house was toasty as I walked through it. Almost unbearably so. But it was still. All the agents were in their stations and out of sight, the children’s voices muffled by the walls.
My footsteps were loud as I made my way toward his office. I paused and I knocked when I got to his door. His gruff command to come in was just audible over the soft music spilling out of his room.
Opening the door, I peeked my head in before stepping in.
Mr. Bennett met me with a smile, his glasses hanging on for dear life at the edge of his nose. Before him there was paperwork sprawled on his desk. His computer was open but pushed to the side.
The room was even warmer than the house, though he wore loose pants and a t-shirt while I had to force myself into the stuffy suit.
“You needed me, sir?” I asked.
“Yes, come in, Tiffany,” he said, motioning for me to shut the door, but I left it wide open and walked forward. His gaze traveled back to the door before looking at me with a raised brow.
“Just for some air,” I said with a smile. His notice of me not closing the door didn’t sit right with me.
“Ah yes,” he said and leaned back in his chair. “I just wanted to check in on you. I heard you were in some… trouble?”
“It’s taken care of now, sir,” I said, trying not to shift under his gaze. “I appreciate you checking in on me.”
“Of course,” he said, taking his glasses off before placing them on the desk. “Just noticed you were gone, and when they told me about how someone had broken into your house, you can’t help but worry, right?”
My blood froze in my veins. No one should have known the details of what happened besides the team that was assigned to me by witness protection and my boss.
“Who told you that?” The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them.
He didn’t seem taken aback by the harshness of my words. He just merely smiled and motioned to the door behind me.
“Maybe now you would like to close the door?”
I don’t know what it was in that moment that caused my skin to crawl. His gaze remained fixated on my face. The room was well lit, and he stayed seated.
There was nothing in his voice that told me that I should be afraid… but I was.
All my hair stood on end, and the murmurs in the back of my head were telling me to make my escape.
Fuck that. There was no way he could get me into a locked room with him and away from the rest of the people in this house.
The realization of how little agents were stationed in the house and the rest of the family was outside and far out of hearing range only worsened my anxiety.
“My shift is over soon,” I said quickly. And then I’ll never have to see you again. I took a step back, then another. “Let’s talk about this next time? It’s a long story.”
“Ryan won’t mind,” he said and motioned to the seat in front of him.
“But I will,” I said and took another step back. “I have plans, you see.”
