Page 47 of The Crowned Garza

“Leave, Tillie,” he clips with an edge that signals playtime is over.

Well, it was good while it lasted.

Unhurriedly, I straighten from the desk and move to the door. Pausing at the threshold, I cast a pointed stare down at the bulge in his pants.

A thrill runs through me.I caused that.

Before he can prevent it, I reach out and rub my palm over it.Rock-hard. Throbbing.

His fingers wrap around my wrist, and several seconds of us gazing at each other tick by before he removes my hand with a sharp headshake.

“Why fight me when you clearly want me?” I ask him.

He lifts a brow. “Besides the fact that you’re a little daredevil who’s just hot for cock and looking to feed your curiosity?”

I roll my eyes. “Yeah, besides that.”

“I’m not ready to die yet. Too many people rely on me.”

Eh. Red Cage might struggle for a little bit after they kill him, but they’ll bounce back. Unless there are others aside from Red Cage who rely on him just as much? Maybe from his other life?

I tilt my head. “You don’t think I’m worth risking death?”

“Not even a little bit.”

Ouch.Tipping up on my toes, I touch my lips to his and whisper against them, “You’re not as good of a liar as you think.”

Before he can push me away, I back off and walk out of the room. A muttered curse chases me, followed by the sound of the door slamming shut. But my smile couldn’t be more smug right now. Santo Lucianiwantsme, got hard for me, and that truth is the best gift a girl could ask for.

Strutting down the hall, high off his kisses, the camera mounted at the opening of the hall catches my attention and I stop walking, my smile widening as a wanton idea slides into my mind.

I lean back against the wall, then pinch the waistband of my skirt and shimmy it up, up, up, until my panties are exposed. Eyes trained up at the camera, I suck two fingers into my mouth then dip them down inside my panties.

They slip and slide from my arousal. I’ve been wet since the moment I saw him and got even wetter when he kissed me. But now, knowing he’s in that room watching me, I’m sopping.

Eyes never leaving the camera, I massage my clit until my knees begin to buckle. This’ll be a quick one for sure. I’m too wet, too hot, too horny.

Imagining that he’s kneeled before me doing the same thing to my clit that he did to my mouth earlier, I rub myself faster, chasing the O, eager and impatient.

In no time at all, I’m tumbling over the edge with a loud gasp of his name, trembling with weakened knees against the wall.

Freaking hell, this is exhilarating. Nothing tops my Saint-focused orgasms. Nothing.

Once I’ve recovered and am able to feel my knees again, I lift my soaked fingers to my mouth and suck them clean, then pull down my skirt, wink at the camera, and continue down the hall.

After cleaning up in the guest bathroom, I grab my coat and purse from upstairs and head out to meet Will.

The idea was to use him to get Saint out of my head.

But even after a steamy, wild night together, I’m still left with a Saint-sized holebeggingto be filled. All I thought about the entire time was Saint’s kiss.

Ineedthat man inside me as desperately as I need air.

For that to happen, I’ll have to convince him I’m worth the risk.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

“I’ll come to you.”