The way she was writhing around on that vibrator, she was definitely putting on a show for me. It made me all the more excited to get home so I could fuck her for real. But for now, I knew there was no way I could drive so distracted, I’d go off the side of the mountain. So I clutched my phone in one hand and tugged my dick with the other. When she thrashed with her climax, then pulled the toy out to spread her pussy wide, I lost it. My cum splattered the steering wheel as my hand slipped, and I shuddered through my release.
“Fuck, Siren,” I gasped aloud. “Hold that thought, I’ll be back in no time.”
I tossed my phone onto the passenger seat and pulled my T-shirt off to clean up my mess. Then, because I couldn’t help myself, I set the phone up in the dashboard holder so I could keep an eye on my woman while I drove back to her. She was already dressed again when I reopened the video feed, and I watched like a pervert as she brushed her hair before getting into bed.
My attention split between the road and my phone for the whole drive back, watching as Danny tossed and turned to try and get comfy for sleep. It wasn’t late, but clearly she’d exhausted herself between the bar fight and that enthusiastic masturbation session. Fuck, she looked so angelic as she drifted into sleep. Exactly as I remembered, having spent far too many hours staring at her while she slept in my bed, in my arms, exactly where she belonged.
I was about five minutes away from the house, having just passed through the first security gate, when movement on the camera feed caught my attention.
“Shit!” I exclaimed, slamming my foot down on the gas. “Danny! Fuck! Wake up!” Someone was in her room. Someone dressed in tactical gear and armed with a long hunting knife had just crept into her room, and she was still fast asleep in bed like Sleeping Beauty.
She couldn’t hear me, the camera didn’t have a microphone, but it didn’t stop me from yelling at my phone as I pushed the useless stolen car to its limits to get back to her. My whole heart sat in my throat as I helplessly watched…
But she wasn’t asleep. The second the attacker leaned in to stab her, she launched into action. Between making sure I didn’t crash and die, and getting back as quickly as possible, I missed a whole heap of the action. But the quick, panicked glances I gave my phone told me that she had it under control.
Apparently, my siren slept with a knife of her own under her pillow and could choke a man out with just her thighs. Good to know.
Then again, I doubted I’d ever object to having her thighs wrapped around my face.
By the time I burst into the house, she already had her attacker trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey and was dragging him down the hallway by his boot.
“Are you okay?” I exclaimed, grabbing her in a desperate, possessive hold. “Are you hurt? Who the fuck—”
“Put me down, Malachi,” she snarled, punching me in the kidney. Hard.
My arms loosened on reflex at the pain, and she slipped back to the floor, then returned to her prisoner.
“If you want to help, you can drag this sack of shit into the kitchen for me.” She kicked the man—I assumed it was a man—but he didn’t even stir. Was he even alive? “And you can quit with that facial expression you’ve got going on, Big Man. I hardly think you’re any stranger to this sort of thing.”
My brow dipped in a scowl, knowing my face had been showing all my panic and concern for her, not for the situation. “Danny, he could have—”
“Kai!” she barked sharply, parking her hands on her slim hips and glaring daggers. “Are you helping or fretting? Because I don’t need either, but I will accept your big manly muscles to lift this fucker up and put him in the kitchen so I can torture him for information. Think fast, make a decision. The door is that way if you’re gonna fret over what could have happened if I was anyone else.”
My lips parted, but I was at a total loss for words. So I just did as I was told and picked up the dead weight of her unconscious attacker. If she wanted to torture him, he must still be alive.
“Good choice, Big Man,” she muttered, leading the way through to the kitchen and grabbing one of the dining chairs. She placed it dead center on the tile floor and indicated for me to drop the body onto it.
I watched, utterly transfixed, as she deftly loosened the ropes she’d trussed her prisoner up with, then re-tied him to the chair with almost artistic knots and crossovers. He was still dead to the world, but I’d felt a pulse while I carried him, so he would wake up sooner or later.
“I take it you’ve done this before,” I commented, as she tightened the last of the knots around the man’s legs. She was crouched on the floor in a sleep shirt and bare feet, her white hair a tousled mess and her face clear of makeup, yet I’d never seen a woman so gorgeous in my life. Her feral, violent smirk only made me fall harder.
“What?” she quipped. “Torture a man? Or tie him up?”
My dick twitched. That definitely sounded sexual.
“Don’t worry, Big Man, this isn’t my first rodeo. Why don’t you pull up a chair and watch? Based on the way you tried to get intel out of me on your island, you could definitely do with some lessons on data extraction.” She pulled a shockingly long knife from under her shirt where she had it tucked into the waistband of her panties, and I swallowed hard. Fuck, that was hot.
“Yes, ma’am,” I murmured, doing exactly as I was told and sitting my ass down on a barstool.
She wet her lips, reminding me of how she had them wrapped—ever so briefly—around the tip of my dick earlier. “I give it twenty minutes, and this prick will sing like a bird.” She winked at me, and I needed to adjust my pants. “Time it.”
Placing her knife down on the counter, she filled a bowl with cold water from the sink, then doused her captive to wake him up.
Well shit. Color me intrigued.
24
Kai’s expression was shuttered and dark, his emotions impossible to read as he shifted on his seat and scowled in my direction. One second, I thought he was going to fuck me right here on the kitchen floor in front of my captive, then the next, he seemed like he wanted to be anywhere but here.
Big Man needed to figure his shit out, but now wasn’t the time for that chat.
I hurled my bowl of cold water in the unconscious man’s face, and he woke with a gasp like a big old fish out of water. I waited while he blinked and spluttered, disoriented, then finally settled his gaze on me with heavy resignation.
“Did you have a nice nap?” I asked sweetly, picking up my knife once more.
He wasn’t a handsome man, but I couldn’t put my finger on any one feature that made him unattractive. Maybe a combination of a weak jaw and prominent brow bone. Not that it mattered much, he’d be dead soon.
“Fuck you, bitch,” he spat, tugging on his bonds. Like I was enough of an amateur to offer even the slightest opportunity for escape with my knots. Idiot. All he was doing was tightening them.
I ignored his rather clichéd response and cast a look over at Kai. “You see, this is how you properly restrain a prisoner. None of that pathetic cable tie crap your team uses. You know how easy those are to break?” I scoffed. It had been an actual effort not to free myself while in his captivity.