Pretty Dirty (Dirty Bad Things Book 2)(15)

Joey tenses.

“Nod, motherfucker.”

He does, slowly.

“Good boy,” I spit.

“You’re a fucking dead man,” Joey growls, shaking his head. “You’re fucking dead.

“You know who the fuck I am?” I hiss. Joey tenses, but slowly, he shakes his head.

“No fucking idea, prick.”

I grin under my ski mask.

“Good. Now, you’re going to wait, count to thirty, and then do it again. Twice. After that, you can get up and fucking leave. She’s gone, and this is over.”

“Listen to me you fucking—”

I’m not gonna lie. It feels great to pistol-whip Joey Luco in the side of the head.

“Fuck!” he roars, stumbling to the floor. “You son of a—”

He’s halfway to lurching to his feet when I level the gun at his face. He instantly goes white, like all the fight’s gone out of him.

“Start counting, asshole.”

I leave him there, on his knees in the empty condo Zoe used to live in. I run to the stairwell again, my pulse racing and my whole body tensed.

That’s done with. And now?

Well, now it’s time for her.





10





Zoe




“Thank God.”

I fling my arms around him the second he steps into his condo, squeezing him tight.

Gray chuckles. “Miss me?”

“No,” I pout, grinning into his chest as he laughs at the obvious lie.

He kicks the door shut behind him and holds me like that, letting me sink into him as his hands stroke my back.

“What did you do?” I finally say, quietly.

“It’s over, that’s all.”

“It’s not,” I shake my head.

“Trust me, it is.”

“Is he…” I pale. “Is he dead?”

“Unfortunately, no. I’m not a murderer.”

“He says, after I spend the night.”

Gray grins down at me, his hand sliding up to cup my chin.

“Come here..”

“Why?”

“Because I said so,” he purrs, pulling me into him. And before I know it, his lips are searing to mine. I moan into him, melting against his body as he groans and holds me tighter.

“I can’t help but notice…” he growls into my lips, pulling away and glancing down at me.

I blush. “You said to be ready,” I say quietly.

I’ve showered, brushed my hair out, and changed into the robe he brought me here in. That and nothing else.

“I guess I did,” Gray purrs into my lips. “And what might you have on under that robe?”

I grin. “Actually nothing, because I don’t have any clean underwear. I don’t have any clean clothes at all, actually.”

“Well I guess we’ll have to get you some,” he groans as his hands slide down and push open the silk robe. His fingers tease over my skin, sliding over my bare hips and making me whimper.

“Not clothes. Just lingerie. We’ll just get you lots of lingerie to wear around the house for me all the time.”

“What am I?” I scoff with dramatic shock in my voice, beaming at him. “Your own personal little sex kitten?”

“Yes.”

He growls the word, his hands tightening on my skin and making me moan.

“All mine,” he groans, burying his face in my neck and making my head spin as he half-carries me across the condo into the living room area.

It is insane how much this man makes me feel alive, and turns me on, and sparks something deep inside of me. It’s a mix of the most intense lust I’ve ever felt — like there's something primal about him that draws me in. But also something that pulls at my heart like nothing ever has.

He moves us to the couch, and he starts to pull me into his lap, but I pull back coyly.

“Uh-uh,” I wag a finger at him, meeting his fierce, hungry gaze with a smoky look of my own. I slip off of him and scoot back onto the coffee table in front of him. “I thought you wanted a show.”

“What I want is for you to get that sweet ass back in my lap, beautiful,” he growls.

“Patience,” I purr, sliding back and curling my legs under me. I hold his gaze, my skin tingling and my pulse racing as I move into a kneeling position.

“Don’t you want to see me first?” I whisper sweetly, my body aching to just jump onto him, but wanting so much to push him to his breaking point first.

“Don’t you want to see my little nipples first?”

I slip the robe partially open and let it slip off my shoulders until my breasts are bared to him. Gray groans, his eyes sliding over me like a teasing touch, centering on my pink, hard nipples and the little barbells pierced through them. I slide my hand down, cupping my breasts and teasing my fingers over my nipples as I moan for him

Gray yanks his shirt off, tossing it aside. And for a second, I wonder if he’s going to snatch me up and devour me whole, but he sits back, like he’s barely restraining himself.

“What else do you want to see?” I moan out. “What else do you want me to show you, daddy?”

Gray growls fiercely.