Page 13 of Ruthless Touch

Fuck the drink. Fuck anything else in this moment.

Everything else can wait ’til tomorrow—my terrible throbbing pain, Father’s disappointment, even the business concerning this so-called Black Silk and his agenda to assassinate members of the syndicate.

None of it matters until my cock has sunk into Jamie’s sweet little pussy.

“That’s just the beginning,” I answer her throatily. My mouth hovers over hers, half a second away from kissing her again. “I’ve got a lot of other moves I plan to show you tonight.”

She hums, sounding like a cat purring. Leaning up toward me, she brushes her lips against mine in the lightest of kisses.

Slow. Sensual. Erotic.

All things I’ve realized she naturally is without even trying.

“It’ll help me loosen up even more,” she whispers afterward. She draws back slightly, biting on her bottom lip. “Otherwise I might go back to being the shy tourist.”

I peer into her glittering dark eyes and pick up on her playfulness. She’s lying—that I do know—but I also know most women don’t come up to men’s hotel rooms like this.

If she wants to have a drink, then I’m damn sure not going to stop her.

“Alright, feline,” I tease, giving her hips a squeeze. “Pour us some soju then. Show off your bartender skills. I’ll be a moment in the bathroom.”

She doesn’t protest as I excuse myself. Instead she does as discussed, turning toward the minibar to fix our drinks.

The bathroom door clicks as it closes, and I step to the mirror. The throbbing inside my skull has suddenly grown stronger, so bad even the four painkillers I’ve taken have hardly helped.

I grit my teeth and twist on the faucet.

Most nights, it’s manageable. Most times, once I’ve taken the medications, the pain dulls into a barely noticeable ache.

The water runs cool and clear from the faucet. I cup my hands underneath and then splash what I’ve gathered onto my face and neck.

Only I would be in acute, brain-bending painandsporting a hard-on all at once.

But nothing’s going to stop me from enjoying myself tonight with Jamie. Even if my brain’s on the verge of exploding like some faulty grenade.

I’m getting some pussy tonight. And not just any pussy either—onlyJamie’s will do.

What can I say? Once I see something I want, I must have it and nothing else will suffice. But Ishouldprobably skip on the drinks.

Pain killers and migraines don’t mix well with alcohol, and I’m not trying to drop dead before I’ve even pulled my cock out.

I pat dry my face using one of the hotel’s washcloths and then roll my shoulders and crack my neck. My semi-erection has gone nowhere, my groin area a tight bundle of pressure.

Jamie had to have felt it by the minibar.

When I step out from the bathroom, she’s waiting for me with our drinks and a coy smirk.

“It took some effort, but I figured out which bottle was soju,” she quips, handing me my glass. She clutches her own, raising it up for a toast like I had earlier in Eclipse. “Should we cheers again? What’s the occasion this time? To amateur bartenders and bad decisions?”

“More like sexy felines and the seductive games they play.”

“Call me a feline one more time and you just might see my claws.”

“I look forward to it.” She goes for her sip from the glass but I set mine down on the table and grab her free hand instead. “Forgot I’m not supposed to drink on my medications. But that’s okay, because I’m more hungry than I am thirsty… and I’m ready to feast on the delicacy in front of me.”

If Jamie finds it insulting that I haven’t had the drink she’s prepared, she doesn’t show it. I’ve pulled her toward me, arms sliding over her hips, and she merely smirks wider, her eyelashes fluttering.

“Right to the point,” she murmurs, then carefully sets down her drink next to mine. “I like a straight shooter.”