Page 28 of Killer Confections (Syndicate Killers #1)

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Loxley is still afraid to admit it’s me. Her reserves lie with the possibility of me not being who she knows I am, but maybe it’s something deeper.

I think she’s enjoying this little game we’re playing.

I don’t mind giving her time, so long as she’s safe.

I need to tell her about the syndicates, lay everything out on the table before we get too deep and she discovers everything on her own.

I know she would prefer to hear it from me rather than some fucker who’s trying to hunt her down to get back at me.

But not now. There’s a time and place for everything, and right now, I’m starving .

I set my fork aside before grabbing the seat of her chair and pulling her to me. Loxley’s eyes widen as I position her knees between my legs and pull her fork from her mouth. I toss it atop her mostly empty plate as I rub a hand over her knee.

“Done?” I ask, massaging my thumb into the sensitive inner flesh of her thigh.

She chuckles, “I guess I am now.”

“ Good .” I bite before hooking my hands under her ass and lifting her from the chair.

She squeals, her arms flailing, before landing on my shoulders to steady herself as her legs wrap around my waist. I use an arm to clear the table.

The plates and utensils clatter to the floor, sending a sharp clanking sound through the dining room as I place her on the table’s top.

Loxley gasps, full dusky lips parting as she stares at me in heated shock. “My dishes—”

I cut her off with an expertly placed touch. My thumb pad massages into the apex of her thighs, skating over her clit. The material of her bodysuit is thin, and I have half the mind to scold her for not wearing any panties to the gym.

She moans, scraping her top teeth against her bottom lip as her chest heaves. She peers down at me as I sink to my knees, those deep brown depths piercing me with the same hunger I feel.

“Don’t be mad at me,” I beg quietly as I grab the fabric near her pussy and bunch it in my hands.

“Why would I—” She gives a sound of shocked surprise when I rip into her clothes, tearing a perfect hole for access.

Her puffy folds, pink and glistening with curls a few shades darker than her hair beacon me and I lose all sense as my mouth waters.

I waste no time lifting my mask and bunching it near my nose as I push my nose past her seam and l devour her like she’s a five-course meal.

Her sweet moans fill the dining room as her hands find my head.

I push towards her clit before circling the bud and lavishing it with indirect touches.

I’m gentle with her, remembering the teasing light sensation she prefers.

Her tangy taste explodes on my tongue and my cock hardens as I become delirious with her responses.

The way she tugs at my hair and the pleading moans spilling from her are a symphony of their own, filling me with a hunger and desire to make her soak me.

I grab her hips, pulling her flush with my face as I bury myself deep in her. “Fuck my face, baby. Come on. Use me.”

She whimpers before her hands go back on the table and she stares down at me, so wanton and desperate.

Her hips lift and before I know it, she’s grinding into me, using my nose, mouth, tongue, whatever she can to take her pleasure.

She’s coating me in her fucking juices and I never want to see the light of day again.

I could drown in her and still want fucking more .

I’m a greedy fucking bastard and she loves it.

I groan into her, slicking a finger through her wetness and coating it before easing it down to the knuckle inside of her. She gasps as her pussy spasms around my digit, sucking it in deeper.

“Oh, god,” Loxley rasps, watching me with lust-filled wonder as I force her closer and closer to her release.

“No, baby,” I rumble, feeling something primal inside of me as I add another finger and stretch her tight pussy. “You’re my God and I’m just a worshiper. Do you take my offering? Am I doing good?”

Her breath hitches as she bears down. Her bottom lip quivers before her eyes slam shut, and she throws her head back on a scream. Her channel becomes impossibly tight, and I grit my teeth as I keep myself in control.

It would be too easy to push her onto her stomach and fuck her like the pretty little slut she is for me.

But I know it’ll be worth it to wait. When we finally fuck, I want her to see all of me.

I want her to see how fucking crazy she drives me with those little sounds.

I want her to see how terrifyingly obsessed I am with her.

When she starts to shake and a little protest falls from her lips, I gently ease my fingers from her before pressing a light kiss to her pussy and pull back. My mask falls down and I let it, hiding as I lick my lips clean.

Fuck, I’m going to drive myself insane with the smell of her pussy all over me like this.

If I tease her enough, she’ll be begging for me to stuff her full of my cock. I may even indulge her and give us both a taste— just a taste —of what it’s going to feel like once we finally come together.

I notice Loxley’s dazed, glassy eyes as she sits up and I lift her legs off my shoulders. “Seeing stars, baby?” I smirk.

She blows out a deep breath, closing her eyes as she tries to gather her bearings. “Something like that. I think I blacked out. ”

Even better.

“It was that good?” I ask.

She eyes me, pursing her lips. “I don’t want you getting a big head, so it was fine.”

I slap a hand over my chest, feigning like I’ve been struck by her words. “Just fine? Oh, I’ve got to do better than that then.”

Her eyes widen. “It can get better?” She asks in bewilderment.

I chuckle darkly, catching her chin between my thumb and index finger. “This is only the beginning. If I did half the shit I’ve fantasized about for years, you would have run from me long ago.”

She gulps, but she doesn’t become afraid of my promise. Instead, I see a heat unlike any other building in her eyes. When her tongue darts out and licks at her bottom lip, I rub my thumb across it before pressing down on her tongue and making her open wide for me.

“Such an obedient girl for me,” I coo. She shivers as her eyes flutter. I release her tongue before motioning for her to get off the table. “Come on. I’m gonna run you a bath.”

Her lips twitch as she follows me. “Do I get to take this bath with my body wash that you stole from me?”

“ Our body wash,” I remind her as I lead her into the bathroom and motion for her to sit on the toilet’s lid while I start the water. “And yes. I got that gift basket I told you about.”

She quirks a brow as she watches me fill the tub. “Where is it?”

“It’s been sitting on your bookshelf for a week and you never noticed it,” I say proudly as I straighten and let the tub fill.

A delicate hand slaps over my bicep before Loxley grabs my clothed jaw and forces me to look at her. “Quit breaking into my house! And stop leaving cameras!”

I take in her pinched brow and the way her neck is flushed in anger before I grin. “Nope. Get your ass in the tub before I rip this fucking bodysuit off and put you in myself.”

“You’re delusional,” she mumbles as she starts to take her clothes off.

I kiss her cheek before heading out to the living room and grabbing the gift basket. I even included some of those salts that help you relax, and I pry the wrapping open as I take the bag out.

When I return, Loxley is naked, her perfect tits out and her rounded ass teasing me as she leans over the tub to test the water. My hand prints look amazing on her, the purple and red color outlined by the creamy tone of her skin is making my cock thicken.

“I can feel you staring at me,” she remarks as she looks over her shoulder. She sees the basket in my hands and lifts her brows. “Oh, wow. That’s massive.”

“I know it is, baby,” I wink at her and she rolls her eyes.

I step forward, pouring the desired amount into the steaming bath before setting up the other spa items I acquired.

“What’s this?” Loxley asks as she picks up a wooden board that looks like a tray.

I smile. “Get in and I’ll show you. Are you reading anything right now?”

She climbs in before sinking down to her neck in the water. The claw-foot tub nearly swallows her, so I cut the stream as she groans in pleasure. She lifts a hand, pointing to the living room. “My Kindle is on the end table.”

I grab it before sliding the bath tray across her lap and positioning her device on the stand I ordered. She looks pleasantly surprised by the setup as I turn her kindle on and the last book she was reading flickers to life.

I brush a hand over her hair before kissing the top of her head. “I have some business to take care of. If you need anything, you call me, okay?”

She nods, leaning towards me and resting her head on my chest for a beat. “Okay,” she mumbles.

I tilt her chin up to me. “Relax and enjoy your bath. I’ll creep back in here before you wake up.”

She chuckles, her lips upturning and making my heart go haywire at the sight. “Always breaking in. I guess it isn’t really breaking in since you have your own passcode.”

“It’s like we live together,” I smart.

She shakes her head, but she can’t hide her amusement. “So delusional.”

I smirk before she grabs a handful of the bottom of my mask. “Can I get a kiss goodbye?” Her request sounds sheepish, like she’s embarrassed of sounding needy for me.

I, on the other hand, have a sick delight race through me. She wants me. And soon enough, she’ll need me.

“You don’t ask,” I say, voice husky. “You take what you want from me, Loxley. You’re my God, remember? I’m at your mercy.”

Her eyes dart between mine, and she sees the pure conviction in them. She sees the burning passion and desire I feel towards her. She sees the truth in my gaze, and it terrifies her as much as it’s turning her on. Her thighs squeeze under the water as gooseflesh pebbles her skin.

She swallows before shoving my mask up enough to reveal my mouth, but she stops there, leaving the rest of me obscured. Her eyes drift to the delicate tattoo on my throat, her name etched into my skin.

“I still can’t believe you did that,” she whispers as her fingers brush over it, but she doesn’t look displeased. If anything, mixed emotions of amusement and trepidation cross her features. “Tattooing someone’s name is forever…”

I know she’s trying to scold me, but my lips quirk into a devilish smirk. “I know.”

She shakes her head, but her smile reaches her ears as she leans forward and seals our lips in a tender, gentle kiss that leaves the receiver craving more . When she pulls back, she pats my cheek and knits her brows. “What do you do anyway?”

I still and a long “Uhhhh” leaves me as I quickly stand. I scrub a hand across my mouth before letting my mask fall back down with a shrug. “Finance? Yeah, finances.”

She narrows her eyes. “I recall you being very bad at math—”

“You don’t even know who I am,” I waggle a finger at her.

“Yes, I do.”

I cross my arms, “Then say it. Say my name, baby.”

Her lips tug downwards slightly before she huffs and sits back in the tub. She rests an elbow on the table across her as she flips a page. “Get out of my house. Your “finances” are probably waiting.” She gives me sarcastic air quotes before slumping down further.

Is that jealousy I hear in Loxley Bennett’s voice?

I purr at the heat that spreads through my chest. My girl is jealous she isn’t getting all of my time. It gives me such an insane rush of satisfaction that I lean down and crush my lips to her neck, nipping and sucking at the skin.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect,” I groan as I taste her skin. She sucks in a breath, her hand shooting to cradle the back of my head. “So fucking perfect and all mine . You were made for me, baby girl.”

I quickly pull away before I plunge my hand into the water and stretch her tight pussy until she’s ready to be my little cock sleeve. She looks so flushed and lust-drunk that I press one last kiss to her swollen lips.

“I won’t be long,” I promise before pulling away.

She gives me a sleepy goodbye, tucked up nice and cozy with her head resting back and her book drawing her attention as I lock up the apartment behind me. I secure the system before I leave the building.

Dominic’s car is parked in one of the designated parking areas for the complex and he climbs out when he notices me lumbering towards him.

“Hayes’ team is on the move,” he says before taking a long drag of his cigarette. “Rowan is waiting for you back at the compound.”

I slap his back as he hands me his keys. “Thanks for keeping an eye on Loxley for me tonight,” I say appreciatively as I duck down into his ridiculous orange sports car.

He grunts. “Whatever. Hurry the fuck up so I can go home.”

I wink at him. “I’ll be back before you know it. Keep watch of the perimeter and I’ll keep an eye on the building’s stairwells from my motion sensors.”

He waves me off, already walking toward the back of the building before he disappears from sight on his first patrol.

Now, it’s time to go find some fucking hicks.