Archer’s wanted to clean up the Wolves for years. Well, now might just be his time. And I’m sure the guys would be well up for helping him remove a bit of trash. Hell, I know I am.
“You got it, girl. Take care, yeah?”
“Yeah, you too, Arch.”
I hang up with a smile on my face once more as everything that’s been up in the air recently starts to settle around me in nice, tidy piles.
My phone lights up again.
His Lordship: I love you, Emmie Cirillo.
30
EMMIE
Something warm tickles down my cheek, rousing me from sleep, and I lift my hand to swat it away. But instead, I find my fingers twisted with someone else’s as warmth rushes down my arm.
“Theo,” I breathe happily, still half asleep.
“You need to wake up, Em,” he whispers in my ear, sending goosebumps racing across my entire body.
“Or you could just join me. Sleepy sex is the best.”
He chuckles as he tugs on my arm, rolling me onto my back.
“As fucking amazing as that sounds, Hellcat, it’s not why I’m here.”
Confusion makes my eyes finally open, and when they do, they widen at the sight before me.
Oh holy hell, my husband is fine.
My mouth goes instantly dry as I take in his perfectly cut black suit. I swear it’s been damn near sculpted onto his body. I dread to think how much it must have cost. The dark shirt and tie only add to the appeal, and the whole dark lord of death look makes his green eyes sparkle with danger.
“W-what’s going on?” I ask, not missing the split knuckles and dried blood that coats his right hand.
Dropping down to his haunches, he reaches out and cups my face. I flinch at the coolness of his skin, but I don’t move away.
“We found him, Em.”
“Y-you…” I hesitate as my brain tries to catch up with the situation. “You found him. Where?”
“I’ll explain all in a bit. We’re going now. You need to get up.”
I push myself up so I’m sitting and sweep my hair out of my face.
“What time is it?’
“Four am.”
Yep, that makes sense.
“O-okay… u-um…” I stutter, not having a clue what I’m meant to be doing right now.
“Get dressed. I brought you clothes.” He throws the bag on the bed, and I’m too shocked to say anything.
He grasps the bottom of his shirt that I’m wearing and drags it up my body.
“Fuck, babe,” he groans, taking in my bare chest and bright red lace knickers.
Before I know what’s happening, he’s got my nipple in his mouth and I’m crying out his name as electric sparks shoot straight to my clit.
“Oh God, Theo.”
Reaching up, he covers my mouth with his hand but doesn’t stop, in fact, he ups the ante by twisting his fingers in the side of my underwear, tugging until they rip and fall from my body.
“What the hell are you— argh,” I mumble against his hand as he runs two fingers through my pussy, dipping them straight inside and stretching me open.
“So wet for me, Hellcat.”
One second I’m standing before him, the next I’m on my back with my thighs spread and his tongue lapping at my clit.
“Holy fucking, yesssss,” I cry, my back arching as pleasure engulfs me. “I-I thought we were going—”
“We’ve got time for this,” he says against me, his fingers driving deeper and finding my G-spot with ease. “Grab the pillow, babe. This is gonna be quick.”
The cocky smirk on his face as he says those words should really put a damper on this, but it doesn’t, not at all. Mainly because I know he’s about to fulfil that promise and have me screaming in seconds.
Doing as I’m told, I smother myself with the pillow as he gets back to work. His tongue and teeth assault my clit as his fingers hit the right spot over and over until I’m chanting his name and quickly screaming out my release only a minute later.
I pull the pillow from my face just in time to watch him wipe my juices from his chin with the back of his hand.
“Fucking addicted, babe,” he confesses, looming over me and stealing a kiss that would have made my knees weak if I could actually feel them. I groan as I taste myself on him, and my hips roll in my need for more.
But he doesn’t give it to me.
Instead, he stands and takes a step back.
“How? How do you still look like a fucking god?” I spit, knowing that I look like a wrung-out, panting whore right now.
My eyes run down the length of his still perfect suit until I find the massive bulge in his trousers.
Heat floods me and my mouth waters.
“No time, babe,” he growls, his voice raspy and full of need. “Get dressed.”
“You’re no fun,” I mutter, sliding from the bed and praying my legs hold me up.
He watches me with amusement. “I beg to differ, Hellcat.”
Turning my back on him, I upend the bag he brought, my curiosity more than piqued about what he thinks I should be wearing for this little mission.
There’s a part of me already groaning, thinking there’s a sleek black dress in here that will make me look like a fucking mafia Barbie.
But I’m soon proven wrong, and I can’t help but smile as I realise just how well he knows me.
“Someone’s been busy,” I mutter, grabbing the underwear from my pile and pulling it up my legs.
“You should see my wardrobe. It’s all ready for my wife.”
I glance over my shoulder, needing to know if he’s serious or not. Of course, he totally is.
“Theo, I don’t need you buying me things.”
“I know. But I want to. There’s a massive difference.”
I start to argue but quickly shut it down. Now is not the time.
He watches my every move as I pull on the silk and lace bra, followed by the slim-fit black trousers and perfectly fitting blazer, which shows off a healthy amount of the bra beneath.
“Fuck. I have no chance of sinking this boner with you looking like that.”
A satisfied smirk pulls at the corner of my lips before I sit in front of my dressing table, quickly pulling my hair back into a messy yet stylish bun and applying my makeup, complete with blood-red lipstick.
“Now?” I ask, standing before him, ready to go and deal with my enemy first hand.
“Like my best fucking fantasy come to life. My wife is a fucking bad-arse.”
“Well, obviously. Shoes?” I ask, not seeing any with the clothes.
“I thought you’d probably castrate me with them if I bought you heels.”
“Wise.”
“Grab your boots, babe, and let’s go deal with this for good. Then,” he takes a step toward me, “you can spend until sunrise on your knees for me. Just like you’re picturing.” He pinches my chin between his forefinger and thumb and holds my eyes. “Fucking love you, Em.”
“I love you too. Your cock more, though.”
“Careful, babe. Or I won’t give you this intel and just spend the night inside you.”
“Big words, boss. Now, let’s go.”
I glance at the open window I know he entered through but think better of it. The stairs and front door seem like a much better option.