Page 11 of Cinder (MC Fables #2)

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She looks like a deer caught in headlights.

She’s startled but quickly recovers with a cute smile and twinkling eyes.

“I’m a sucker for the classics,” she says, holding up an old book of fairytales.

I usually know when someone is lying. Which is why her reaction confuses me. I can see her genuine love for the books shining in her eyes. But at the same time, my gut tells me she’s up to something.

She’s not an outsider looking for club cock for the night. But she’s looking for something.

I cross my arms. “You like the classics, huh? ”

“Oh yes, I’m a big fan. Do you read?”

“I do.” I tilt my head slightly. “I highly recommend Carmilla by Edith Wharton and The House of Mirth by J.S. Le Fanu. I think we’ve got those on the shelves somewhere.”

She cocks an eyebrow. “Really?”

I smile because I’ve just caught her out on a lie.

And I’m about to tell her that when she gives me a wicked smile and says, “Except you got the authors mixed up. J.S. Le Fanu wrote Carmilla and Edith Wharton wrote The House of Mirth . But then, you already knew that didn’t you.

” She puts the book back on the shelf and turns to face me.

“If you want to trip me up, you’ll need to try much harder than that, Enforcer. ”

“So you are hiding something.”

“Aren’t we all,” she says cryptically, slowly moving toward the door.

I put an arm out to block her path. “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t call security and have you thrown in the dungeon.”

“That’s a bit dramatic, isn’t it? Does this place even have a dungeon?”

“It’s an old castle, what do you think?”

She lifts her brows. “You’re six feet six and I’m five foot nothing. Your pride should be wounded, Bike Monster, if you need help handling the likes of me.”

I can’t help myself. The laugh leaves my lips before I can stop it. This firecracker has just thrown out a challenge, and things just got interesting.

Reaching behind me, I close the door. But when I turn the key and lock it, I see the alarm in her eyes and the sudden panic on her face.

I narrow my eyes, not expecting the little firecracker to show any fear.

She swallows, and I can read the fear in her expression.

Don’t hurt me. And I’ll be damned, it’s got me curious.

“What are you doing?” she asks.

“I think you and I need to talk.”

“Why did you lock the door?”

The panic in her voice is in stark contrast to the sassiness from mere minutes ago.

“I’ll unlock it when you’ve told me what you’re really doing in here.” I gesture to the large couch opposite the fireplace.

She glances at the couch and then back at me, her eyes sharpening. She knows she’s out of options. Reluctantly, she starts to move toward the couch but stops just short of it and spins around, then catches me completely off guard by reaching up and pulling my face down for a kiss.

No.

Stop.

Don’t.

Yeah, right.

If this gorgeous spitfire wants a kiss, then I’ll happily give her one .

And damn, her lips taste sweeter than I had imagined.

But they’re nothing but an attempt to distract me—which makes me even more suspicious.

“Nice try, darlin’.” I smile against her lips as I slowly unwind her fingers from the back of my neck.

She steps back and pouts. Fiery blue eyes gaze up at me.

I point to the couch. “Sit.”

She reluctantly does as I tell her and sinks to the couch, crossing her arms as she looks up at me.

“Now, let’s try that again. What the hell are you up to?”

“Fine, if you really need to know. I’d heard about the library, and I wanted to see it for myself.”

She’s lying. Or maybe half-lying because there is that genuine affection in her eyes again. But something is off.

“You’ll have to do better than that,” I say, taking a seat next to her.

“You know people in town talk about this place. For years I’ve heard about the library. Is it true Beast gave it to his wife as a wedding gift?”

Yep, this one is all about distraction. “You’ll have to ask Beast.”

She fixes me with her baby blues then leans closer. “I’m asking you.”

I lean in. “It’s not my story to tell. ”

She leans even closer. “I’m really not here for any other reason.”

Our faces are close. “I don’t believe you.”

Very close. “That’s too bad.”

I can feel her breath on my cheek. “Tell me what you’re up to.”

She bites her plump lips and looks up at me through her lashes. “Make me.”

The tension between us snaps, then bam , my lips are on hers and my hands are in her hair, and the world around us shatters into nothingness.

There is just this moment. This firecracker kissing me like her life depends on it.

I don’t know who groans first, her or me, or if it happens at the same time, because all I am aware of is how sweet her lips taste and how I don’t want this to stop.

She slides onto my lap. One leg either side. Her body flush to mine. Then grinds down on my thickening cock and gasps into my mouth when she feels my length pressed against her panties.

“You know, I’m still going to have to hand you over to security, right?” I say between all this fierce kissing. And some of me means it.

“Or we could have some fun and then you can let me go,” she says breathlessly.

“What kind of club enforcer would that make me?” I say, dragging my tongue along her jaw .

She slides her hand between us and finds the outline of my cock, and pauses, because yeah, I’m not small.

“A very satisfied one,” she says, finding my lips again as she palms the front of my jeans.

I groan appreciatively. “You really think I can be distracted by a good pair of tits and knee-high boots?”

She grabs my hands and puts them on her tits, and fuck, they’re more than a good pair. They’re fucking sensational.

I wrap my hand around the back of her neck and pull her in for another fierce kiss.

She groans, and I feel it run along the length of my cock.

I drive my tongue in and secure my hands around her juicy ass, controlling the rhythm of her hips as she grinds into me.

Fuck, she has no idea how good that feels.

I grip her ass and pull her back and forth across the firm outline of my cock. I’m going to make her come. And then I’m going to make her scream my name when I bury myself deep and hard into her sweet puss?—

The cold sharp edge of a knife blade stings against my throat.

Damn.

Ella breaks off the kiss and presses the blade harder into my skin, not enough to draw blood but enough to tell me she means business.

I look at her kiss-swollen lips and smile. “I’m not usually into that kind of thing, darlin’, but okay. ”

She arches an eyebrow and presses the blade harder, this time drawing blood. “I assure you, this isn’t a game.”

“You sure?” I throb against her panties, and she can’t hide her lust when it sweeps through her expression.

She crushes her teeth into her lower lip, and I would bet my life her pulse is racing, and her panties are soaked.

“You could put that knife down and we could enjoy a more pleasurable evening together,” I say.

She cocks an eyebrow. “Does that cheesy shit really work with the ladies?”

“I don’t usually have to work this hard,” I say, solely to get a rise out of her. Because damn, this is more fun than I’ve had in years.

I don’t actually think she’s going to give in, because up close I can see the fire burning in her big blue eyes.

But playing with her is not just pleasurable, it’s the fucking highlight of my week. Hell, my month.

“Uh-uh, not tonight, Satan,” she says with a grin.

She climbs off me but keeps the knife pointed in my direction.

I could have it out of her hand faster than she could blink, but I’m kind of intrigued as to how this is going to play out.

“I didn’t come here for this,” she says, her knife still pointed at me as she blindly reaches for her purse on the table beside her .

I relax and stretch my arms along the back of the couch. “No, I’m sure you didn’t. I don’t suppose you’re going to tell me what it is you came here for?”

She grins. She’s enjoying this as much as I am. “Now where would the fun be in that?”

She moves backward, the pointy end of the blade still aimed in my direction as she walks backward toward the door.

“It would be a lot more fun if you put down that knife and climbed back on my lap.”

She laughs. “You would like that, wouldn’t you?”

“I’d make sure you liked it too,” I say.

Her smile slips, and if I’m not mistaken, I see genuine regret on her beautiful face. But I blink, and it’s gone.

“I’m sure it would be memorable,” she says, plastering on another smile as she backs toward the door. When she reaches it, she unlocks it. “But alas, I have more pressing things to attend to.”

“How did you manage to get that past security?”

No outsider gets inside the clubhouse without passing through the security checks.

“It’s amazing what good tits and a pair of boots can do for you,” she says with a victorious grin I want to ruin with my mouth. Hell, I want that wicked grin wrapped all the way around my dick.

I stand and cross the room in four quick strides and have the knife out of her hand before she even realizes what I am doing.

She gasps as I lean down and brush my lips to her ear. “Nice try, firecracker.”

When I straighten, her big blue eyes gaze up at me. Her plump lips are parted, and I can’t help myself, I slam my lips to them and kiss the last of her lipstick from them.

She groans, and damn, it is the sweetest sound in the world.

But in a flash, she shoves me away and reaches for the doorknob, yanking the door open and fleeing the room.

Something hits the top of my boot. Looking down, I see diamonds glittering on the floor and scoop it up.

Her mother’s watch.

I don’t know what I’d do if I ever lost it.

I smile because things just got interesting.

I don’t know much about the woman who just turned my night upside down.

But I know she will come looking for this.

And when she does, I’ll be waiting.