I turn to look around, thinking of using the opportunity to discover some more of the serpents’ secrets. Even though he wouldn’t have left me here alone if he had any worthwhile information, but still. As I expertly go through a row of files in one of his drawers, a secret door slides aside.
It’s a part of the bookcase. At first I think maybe I must have touched a file that worked as a lever, but no. It’s Isolde, my pure white dove, her chocolate hair tumbling down her frame that’s hidden behind a long black cloak.
“He doesn’t keep his important stuff in here anymore, not since the night I said I heard someone heading into his study,” she says as she steps inside, leaving the secret door open. It seems to lead to a narrow secret passageway.
“It leads to our bed chamber,” Isolde explains when she sees me eyeing the entrance.
“Isolde, why are you here?” I talk to her coldly, trying to keep the emotion out of my voice. I know she’s falling in love with me, I could feel it last night. But I am dangerous to her, and I can’t risk getting close.
“Your husband could return any second. You should probably leave.” But she walks around the desk, her finger swiping over the back of Serpaint’s chair, then lowering herself in it. I move away, now standing in front of her. Being near her stirs my desire, and that unsettles the hell out of me, which is why I choose to keep my distance.
“No, he won’t come back, I took care of that.” She looks at me from the boss’ chair like a porcelain queen, the black cloak only emphasizing the beauty of her face. I feel like I’m at her service, which makes my balls tense.
“You had Timur come here,” I realize.
“I called him, yes.”
“Why do you keep such a man in your confidence?”
“I won’t explain myself to you, Tristan.” She raises her chin, and her gaze is more controlled than yesterday. I can sense the frustration of a scorned woman behind her hardness. “But you owe me an explanation—what is this plan of yours all about?”
“You wanted to get away from Mark, didn’t you? This will give you the opportunity.”
“You know damn well that if I disappear during this mission he’ll start a war. I thought we were going to use the love potion on him and Soraya, getting him off my case that way, but instead you went and wooed the woman.”
I push my hands into the pockets of my pants. “So that’s what this is all about.”
“No, don’t jump to conclusions.” She puts her palm up. “This isn’t jealousy. I made it clear last night that I didn’t expect you, the cold assassin, to go lovey dovey with me just because we had sex. The problem is that, with Soraya in the village playing your loving wife, she won’t be here for Mark to fall in love with her, will she?”
“I can do it when I return from the mission—without you.”
She forces a laugh. “When you come back without me, Mark will kill you first, and ask questions later.”
“I seriously doubt that. I’m not an easy man to kill.”
“You know what I think, Tristan,” she gets up from the chair, and walks around the desk over to me, gracefully, her shoulders square and her chin up. “I think your plan is to help him get his hands on Father Ruben, then leave me behind, in his claws, and return to whatever you were doing in Lord Dracula’s closest quarters before all this happened.”
“If that were so, I wouldn’t have come here in the first place. I wouldn’t have brought you the potion, and even if I did, I wouldn’t have stayed to help you slip it in their drinks.”
She looks up into my face with suspicion. Her scent infiltrates my senses, and it’s all I can do to keep myself from grabbing her waist, pulling her close, and claiming those rosy lips.
“Either way, if I am to trust you, and go through with your plan,” she says, “I’m going to need something to assure me that you won’t be just using me. Something like a token of your allegiance.”
“I am on your side, and you damn well know it.” I let my feelings show in my gaze, and search her eyes. She must see it, she must see that she means something to me.
I hear Mark’s voice coming from the terrace. He’s talking to the human, Timur. My muscles tense all over as I prepare to react in some way and stop him from catching us.
“Quick, go back,” I urge, but Isolde doesn’t move. Instead, she slowly opens the upper button of her cloak, and pushes it off her shoulders, all the while staring into my eyes.
“What the fff—,” escapes my mouth as my eyes slip down her body. She’s wearing a black lace bra and mid-thigh black stockings wrapped around her white legs. She seems an angel in a devil’s clothes. But what strikes me most is that she isn’t wearing any panties. Her smooth, silky folds are naked, beckoning me with that scent of lilies and arousal. My cock hardens in my pants.
“I want you to take me, Tristan,” she whispers, now close to me, her breasts pushing against my upper abs. Hell, how I want to cup that naked pussy and slip a finger inside of her, feel how wet she is for me. I clench my jaw until it hurts, and speak through my teeth.
“Isolde, Mark is just outside the—”
“He won’t return for a good while, I told you. Timur is going to keep him talking at least half an hour. I made sure of that.”
“He might still decide—”
She raises a finger, and places it on my lips to shut me up. “Tristan, I have everything under control. And now I will have you under my control.”
I’m about to crack and invade her with a kiss.
Luckily, she steps away on time, but keeps her eyes on me. They drop to the bulge in my pants, her eyelids fluttering up and down. Her nipples push through the lace. Hell, the sight of my erection through my pants alone is enough to turn her on, and I can barely control myself. I feel so fucking wanted.
Mark continues talking outside, making me uneasy, but Isolde doesn’t show any signs of distress. It’s as if she couldn’t care less if her husband discovers us or not, even though it would mean certain death for her—or at least he’d try to kill her, because I’d protect her with my life.
“Isolde, he’s right outside.”
“Exactly.”
She hoists herself on his desk and spreads her legs, her fingers sliding through her folds. She squeezes her breasts together with her arms in the process, leaning her head back as she feels the pleasure.
“Come on, Tristan,” she says seductively. “On your knees. I’ll rub this horny pussy in your face.”
That’s it, all bets are off. The heat takes over my body. I stride over, and come down to one knee in front of her. I want her to take control of me, claiming me.
I keep my eyes on her face as her cheeks go red with anticipation and desire. Her lips part a little as mine touch her folds, kissing slowly, lovingly, my tongue sliding between them. She hisses with pleasure, sinking one hand in my hair, and leaning on the other as she moves her hips into my mouth, claiming my face.
“That’s it, lick me like a slave.”
Fuck, I swear my cock is gonna burst. I lick her harder, my hands cupping her butt cheeks, my tongue lapping greedily at her. I can’t help but groan with pleasure as she pushes herself into my face, relishing the sight of me on my knees. I pause only to encourage her.