"You come into our space, spitting lies and shit, and think it's okay to leave after disturbing our livelihood? Do you know how much trauma it invokes in people who are praying every day and night that the woman that has been in their lives for as long as they can remember is still out there in the captivity of someone else's clutches?"
He inched closer and an eerie smile graced his smooth lips, the scene leaving goosebumps rushing along my arms as a shiver ran up my spine.
"Unless you're going to tell us our Cassandra is safe, don't bother returning here from this moment forward. You're not welcome here. And if you don't start doing some real work, we'll just take this case into our own hands and look for our princess ourselves. Maybe then we'll retrieve the information we need, versus being fed excuses and false visits of hope."
In a flash, he was back in bed and snuggling one of my pillows.
"Go away. I'm tired."
He was suggesting it to everyone in the room, leaving the others to exchange worried looks before Otis nodded.
"Why don't we escort Ms. Widow to the door?" Otis suggested. The other two nodded while Everett muttered, "Margaret. A word outside."
All she could do was nod before they all moved out of the room and Otis closed the door behind him. Their footsteps faded away, and I leaned back from the door in hopes it would open.
Instead of opening, I blinked and there was Adonis in the darkness.
"If this was during my human days, I would have punched you in the gut for your copycat movement," I acknowledged, reminding him that I still recalled their twin gift of exchanging talents.
Incubus with vampire speed. Tons of fun.
His smirk was rather haunting in the dark, but his arms hooked around me before he kissed me gently.
"Did my performance appease our princess's expectations?" he inquired.
"How did you somehow manage to do all of that in mere seconds?" I inquired back.
"I improvised," he replied with a grin. Opening the door, he let both of us out and in seconds, I was back in bed, snuggled against his chest.
"You're loving this right now, aren't you?"
"After a good three months of being back and forth and not having a solid moment of alone time with you in who knows how long, I'm definitely taking every bit of advantage over this."
Then I was lying on my back, his hands pinned against the soft sheets of my bed while his lips hovered above mine.
"If it wasn't for that old hag's keen senses, I'd be fucking you right now."
"You're hyping me up with disappointment," I huffed with a pout, making him grin seductively before he lowered his head to kiss my neck.
My body felt like it was lit on fire, warmth racing through me as my pussy clenched in desire, enough to make me press my legs together while I fought the moan that almost escaped my lips - the sound vibrating against my throat instead.
Adonis's chuckle only ignited an indescribable wave of pleasure thrumming through me, while his tongue began to dance along my feverish skin before those lips sucked a chunk of my flesh into his mouth.
The kiss was electrifying, my body begging for more as my breath hitched. "Adonis." My struggled moan only made him plunge into another sucking kiss on my poor neck.
I could feel myself getting wet from the mere touch of his lips while his hot breath added to the tingling sensation that coursed through me.
When he pulled away, I was panting hard, my body trembling slightly as my pussy throbbed and my approaching orgasm stalled.
Holy fucking incubus of all mercy.
"Now that's disappointing," he whispered and planted a kiss to my lips. With a wink, he was off the bed and heading to the door. I gawked at him, completely stunned that he was literally abandoning me after teasing me to the pleasurable edge.
And not finishing what he started.
"Adonis!" I hissed when he reached for the door handle. He paused and looked back at me, his teasing smirk of seduction only pissing me off.
"Duty calls, princess," he reasoned. When he noticed my gawking expression, he was back on the bed and kissing me in the next moment.
His hand slipped beneath my shorts and into my panties, two fingers slipping inside my wet pussy and sliding deep as he whispered, “Cum for me, Cassandra Cyldrirth.”It was the first time hearing my name pronounced in such an enticing manner, but my full name was what did the trick in turning me on, and in this case, pushing me over the edge and into an orgasm.
His lips slammed against mine to muffle my cry, and my pussy clenched around his fingers as I came. He pulled his fingers out first and then released my lips, leaving me a panting mess while he was now standing at the side of the bed.
My juices were all around his fingers, and he purposely waited for my eyes to stare up at him questioningly before he let that long tongue of his lick every bit of those two fingers.
"Sweet," he commented before licking his lips. "You're going to make it hard to keep my hands off you, Cassandra."
"N-No one said you had to," I muttered and actually felt a little shy about my remark, triggering my cheeks to blush.
His chuckle caught my attention and there was that dark expression on his face as his eyes twinkled an intense purple.
"Oh, I know, sweetheart." His voice was low and carried a controlling sensation to it. "If I had my way, you'd be tied to that bed and screaming my name until the alphabet made no sense."
He headed for the door again, then paused and whispered, "Patience, Cassandra. I'll have you exactly the way I want you, and trust me… The wait will be well worth it."
He left me then, the door closing before I looked back and noticed why he'd so easily gotten between my legs.
I wasn't wearing panties or shorts, the two pieces of clothing lying upon the ground with clean cuts through their waistbands.
All I could do was stare at the clothing murder scene before I groaned.
"I give up with that man," I muttered and closed my eyes, deciding to just stay in place for a few minutes.
Damn Widow. Everything is her damn fault.
"I can't believe she actually showed up here!" Everett was fuming, pacing through the living room like an enraged beast. "Thinks she has the balls when I've never given her the fucking right."
I tossed a handful of salted cameral popcorn into my mouth while I enjoyed the brief moment of sitting in Tristan's lap as we figured shit out.
"When someone is desperate, they're willing to cross lines, including yours, for the sake of not getting caught," Dominick announced as he sat down next to Tristan and lifted my legs up to rest on his lap.
I smirked appreciatively at him as he began to massage my feet, a privilege I could only dream of when I was behind bars. This time frame of freedom was going to make things harder if I had to return to the same desolate space, but I had zero objections with being pampered in this moment.
"Well, she probably was hoping Cassandra was alive," Adonis noted. "I really wanted to slice her throat though."
We all looked his way and Otis sighed. "A bit of my frustration leaks into him when he borrows my abilities. An angry incubus is a dangerous one."
"I'm always dangerous," Adonis clarified, and was suddenly sitting on the armrest of the single-seater Otis was sitting in. "Or it could be the fact that we both missed Cassandra, and all of this was because of that old wench who deserves to die and rot in the pits of hell."