Page 19 of Wraith (Deviant Assassin #1)

Kiera

I open the heavy wooden door and find a food delivery bag sitting on the porch as a battered Ford Fiesta backs down the driveway and rushes off to the next delivery.

I’ve barely lifted the sack of goodness from the welcome mat when a certain queen reaches over my shoulder and snatches it out of my hand.

“Mine,” he says, fondling the bag like it’s a precious treasure.

“How nice of you to order dinner for us,” I say, scanning the parked cars lined up against the curb across the street; one of my obsessions—assessing my surroundings.

“Uh-uh,” Fi says. “You can find your own food. Besides, I’m a healthy eater whereas you…

” He gives me judgy eyes, waving a hand toward the Reese’s package in my hand. “… you eat like that.”

“Whatever, jerk,” I say absently when I catch sight of familiar inked hands gripping the steering wheel of a car parked across the street.

I squint in the late afternoon sun, and sure as shit, there sits agent Wilder.

Turning my attention back to Felix, I lower my voice and say, “Remember the FBI agent I told you about?”

“Yeah, and all about your cuff and frisk fantasies, Perv,” he says with utter affectionate snark.

“Shh. Shut the hell up! He might hear you.” I smile as a plan forms. “He’s sitting across the street. I imagine surveilling the house.”

Fi sighs, pulls me away from the door and slams it shut just as Tini glides into the foyer, humming some tune only she knows.

She stops abruptly when she sees us and lowers her sunglasses, hoping we don’t notice that she’s once again plastered.

We always notice. With typical dramatic flair, she downs the last of her martini and places it on the side-table as she watches us warily.

“What the hell are you two up to now?” she says, pauses, then waves a hand in the air, brushing her question off.

“Never mind. The last thing I need to do is make myself an accomplice. I’m going home.

” Pausing in the doorway, she grabs the door handle, glances back at us, slides her shades up her nose with one finger, then flounces out, the door slamming for the second time in as many minutes.

Fi and I move to the window to watch her teeter a drunken path through the lengthening shadows from the trees toward her car as it rolls to a stop.

Her driver hops out quickly to open the rear door for her.

Tini kind of came with the funeral home my grandparents left me.

She became a bit of a lush after her husband found his last sunrise four years ago.

She doesn’t date or even notice other men.

Tini says their love was written in the stars and she doesn’t believe there can ever be another for her.

I call bullshit. There’s no such thing as love, especially the destined kind—but whatever—he’s dead and buried out back. Maybe if she got laid on the reg, she’d drink less.

A shiver runs through me, and I know it’s not because of the dick watching my house. With a cautious glance around, I search for the source of danger raising the hairs on the back of my neck. But there’s nothing but me and Fi in the house.

Maybe it’s Wilder making my senses go crazy.

As twilight becomes a purple and blue sky with twinkling stars in the distance, I watch Wilder’s head move with the passage of Tini’s car and remember I have shit to do.

“What are your plans tonight, Fi?”

He looks up from his almost finished veggie burrito, eyebrows raised. “Well, once I’m finished with this, I’m going to Stefan’s party. Why?”

I shrug and reach out to lower the shades on the nearest window, then move to close the rest. “I may have a guest over.”

“Oh, you’re about to fuck with the dumbass outside, aren’t you?” he says, grabbing his backpack.

I simply smile as I turn the lights out.

He groans but continues out the door for the night.

I move through the house and out to the funeral home, closing windows and shutting out lights.

Locking doors and flipping on outside lights.

I walk back through the darkened house and as I make my way upstairs to my bedroom, another chill runs down my spine.

I still for a moment, eyes flicking around the hallway.

Glancing around in my bedroom, I dismiss it again as hyper awareness of Wilder’s presence.

Testing my theory, I stroll over to the window, look out, and sure enough, he’s in the same spot.

Once I’m sure the street is clear of traffic, I flip my light on.

The glow from my room spilling out through the window, splaying across the sidewalk to mix with the streetlights that are just blinking on, breaking up the dark night.

Having memorized his number before throwing the business card he gave me at the interrogation back at him, I grab my cell phone out of my back pocket and dial, but not before setting my phone to record.

The light from his cell highlights a smirk, turning his beautiful face angelic. If said angel had fallen and served the Dark One. He scans the area, his eyes finding mine as I lean against the window frame.

“Agent Wilder.”

I watch him bring the phone near his lips, his gravelly voice running through me.

“So, is stalking your side gig? Lingering outside bedroom windows a hobby? What are you hoping for? A quickie with the woman you got off on interrogating? You’re a dirty boy, Bennie.”

His face turns to stone. “Don’t call me that.”

Interesting.

“Ahh, Bennie, baby…” I say, twirling a strand of my hair around my finger. “If you have a problem with the name, you never should have told me.” I give a seductive chuckle, then bite my bottom lip. “Now it’s a thing.”

“It’s not a thing. You won’t be using it. Ever. Or there will be consequences.”

“Right…” I begin, dragging the word out. “… Bennie.” I laugh dismissively, trying to make him feel small. He’s not the alpha here. I am. “Christ, grow some balls, little man.”

Now he laughs, a deep throaty chuckle that thrills me. “Ahh, Heathen, I’m nowhere near little.”

“Um-hm. Have you been following me? Didn’t you get in trouble over your treatment of me last week?”

“I’m just here to protect you.” He cocks one sexy eyebrow. “There’s an assassin on the loose; he killed again just a few days ago. You should consider the lives you’ll save if you help me find your husband.”

“I’m not married,” I say, running a finger over my lip. “I told you; I haven’t seen him in years.”

“Prove it.”

“How would I do that?”

“You can start with taking off your top,” he says, the dare thick in his voice. “Put me on speaker, then touch yourself. Give me a show.”

I gasp into the phone, even though heat races over my skin. “Are you trying to get something to hold over my head, Agent Wilder? What are you going to do if I don’t follow your orders?”

“Let’s suffice it to say it will involve handcuffs and you’ll spend a long time contained in a small room,” he says, his baritone deepening with desire.

I’m so fucking here for that. But I’m enjoying our game too much to make this easy on him.

Biting my by bottom lip, I pretend to deliberate, not one to back down from a challenge. But he doesn’t know that.

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” I say, trying for sweet and innocent to throw him off balance. “I’m not some toy for you to play with.”

“Oh, I know. There’s nothing childish about you, Heathen.” He says, voice dropping even lower as heat pools in my belly. “That doesn’t mean you won’t enjoy being toyed with. I want to watch you touch yourself. To hear the sounds you make when you come. Be a good girl and do as I say. Now.”

A groan that’s half moan and half growl rolls from my throat, and I hear him draw a raspy breath. The unguarded sound sends a thrill through me, knowing I’m affecting him as much as he is me. I’ve been thinking about him non-stop, imagining all the wicked things he would do.

Just to turn his crank some more, I slowly unbutton the front of my shirt, parting the silken fabric, letting it caress my midriff before slipping it all the way off and dropping it to the floor.

My nipples harden into stiff peaks, pressing against my red lace bra.

Sweeping my hair over one shoulder, I hear him slide the seat of the car back

He breathes out a quiet curse as I unhook my bra and let it slide off my shoulders, then fling it over my shoulder playfully to land in the doorway behind me. With a wicked grin, I cup my full breasts in my palms, pressing them together.

“What kind of show do you want, Agent Wilder?”

I drag in a breath as I knead my breasts and moan on the exhale, then capture my hardening nipples and twist them lightly.

His breathing accelerates, “That’s it, Kiera. You’re fucking gorgeous. Keep going.”

My clit throbs with my heartbeat at his rough voice. I shimmy out of my pants, turning my back to the window, I bend to push them down my thighs, making sure he gets an eyeful of my…

“Sinful red lace panties, sexy as fuck, Kiera. Reach your hand down and touch your pussy for me.” I walk my fingers down my stomach, pausing to play with the jeweled ring just above my navel. He growls, “You’re a goddamn tease.”

“You love it,” I taunt, but do as he says, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as my fingertips brush against my pulsing clit.

I haven’t felt this alive or desired in far too damn long.

My hips buck forward, tease my clit and moan raggedly. My fingers slide further into my folds, which are slick with arousal as I imagine his thick fingers inside me.

“Uh, Wild…”

“That’s right sweetheart, make yourself feel good. It’ll only get better when I get my hands on you.”

Of course I’m going to get myself off, idiot. Like I’d do this without reaching a big O.

Tingles race through my body. My fingers slide over my hot folds as I bury two fingers deep inside myself.

moan out as I picture Bennie on his knees before me, large hands grasping my ass as he suffocates between my legs.

Reaching my other hand up, I twist my nipple, roll it, squeeze hard and cry out for my efforts, panting now.

Movement out the window catches my eye as Bennie steps out of his car and leans back against the rear door.

Legs crossed at the ankle, he grasps his thick hard shaft and pumps it, his eyes never leaving me.

I match the rhythm of my fingers to the motion of his hand and revel in his gasping, ragged breathing.

“Fuck, Kiera, you’re even sexier than I imagined.”

He’s had fantasies about me?

The thought of him getting off thinking about me ramps up my need. My body tenses, the pleasure building. But it’s his next words that have me right on the edge of the most glorious orgasm I’ve had in many years.

“Open your eyes when you come. Scream my name,” he commands.

Damn if I’m going to scream the name he’s expecting.

My body responds to his words, my hips rolling of their own accord.

I pant, dragging the pleasure out as long as I can.

Holding my climax back as I watch the big, rough and tumble agent stroke his enormous cock desperately.

My clit swells with each swipe of my fingers.

I picture Bennie with a hand around my throat as he pumps into me, mouth devouring my lips, tongue invading and staking claim.

Chills run through me and I shudder, unable to hold it off any longer.

My eyes fly open to find Wilder stroking himself frantically.

“Ben…” I start to scream as he groans loudly in my ear—I’m almost certain he uttered ‘mine’ , but I can’t quite tell with my heart slamming in my ears—then end in a startled garbled cry of “… nie.” when someone mutters a very pissed off, “Fuck.”

From behind me.