Poisonous Desires (2 page)

Urban reached down and undid his fly, much to her annoyance. She’d wanted the honor. Maybe she should give him a little taste of her impatience with a few brushes and accidental presses to his groin. The thick, ruddy crown of his shaft peeked out from between the V that formed at the front of his pants. This time, the whimper she’d been holding back slipped out. She wanted to tease that cockhead, swirl her tongue over the wide cap, and take him into her mouth. Instead, she clenched her fists and dug her nails into her palms.
Sparks of pain rushed up her arms and added to the yearning that swirled around her body.
Her skin felt too tight as her labia and the skin on her inner thighs tingled with anticipation and arousal. Urban tested her control further by pulling the panels of his pants apart a little more so she could see the start of his thick cock that disappeared into the ink-black leather.

Another sound slipped past her lips, unintelligible to her ears as he hooked his thumbs into his waistband and pushed them down until his cock was halfway out. He slipped a hand into the front opening of his pants. She watched the hidden show of him stroking his cock from base to tip and back down again, hiding the full display from her view.

“Want this? Need to taste me as much as I want to eat you out?” He pushed more of his pants down until only his balls were stuck.

She let out an anguished cry and started to move forward, only to stop herself.

Urban
tsk
ed
at her and shook his head. “Did I say you could move?” Behind the mask, she could see his green eyes darken and harden.

Nadia bowed her head. “No, Sir.”

“Stand up and look at me.” His tone brokered no retort or smartass remark.

She did as she was told. Nadia hungrily watched as he continued to stroke his cock. A single clear tear wept from the slit at the top. With each downward action of his hand, she felt the shadow of his touch against her sex and deep inside. She could feel the ghost of calloused fingers and palms against her sides, her breasts, her back, her ass, her legs, all over until she stood before him, shaking with desire.

“Look at you, so beautiful, every inch of you perfection. I can’t get enough of you.” He moved forward, his cock bobbed with each step. Urban stopped an inch or so away from her. His body heat beat against her skin, adding to her own need. “Kneel and taste what you do to me.”

She sank to the floor and waited for him to bring his cock closer to her lips. Her heart pounded against her ribcage as the heavy throb of need in her womb reminded her that she still needed him inside of her. Urban sifted his fingers through her hair, brushing it away from her shoulders. He brushed the tresses back into a ponytail and gripped her hair, pulling back her head before he pushed his hips forward. His cock brushed against her lips. Her tongue darted out for a taste before she swirled it around the thick crest and then took it into her mouth. With a moan she teased the slit, lapping up more of his
precum
before taking him further inside of her. The heat and width of his cock burned her lips and stretched them to the limit.

He groaned and flexed his hips, pushing more of his shaft into her mouth. She traced the veins that her tongue could reach and teased the sensitive flesh. Her arousal built up with each thrust as her vaginal walls clenched and flexed and fluttered in time with each push. With a grunt, he pulled away from her. “No more; on the chaise, spread your legs.” His voice sounded harsh and torn, frayed around the edges.

Urban produced a condom packet from the pocket of his pants, tore it, and rolled it onto his flushed cock. His chest, shoulders, face, and ears were all red; sweat beaded on his brow and formed a fine sheen over his skin. He tugged off his boots and pants and strode toward her.

Nadia laid back on the lounge and watched his actions with amusement and impatience. “Please.” She dug her nails into her thighs to keep from working her clit and alleviating some of the need that had built to the point of discomfort. She needed release, now, to be ridden hard and fast; there was nothing tender about this encounter. Later, they could take it slow.

He didn’t answer. He climbed onto the chaise, wrapped her legs around his waist, and positioned himself at her dripping entrance. “Hold on, honey; this isn’t going to be sweet, not in the least.”

She thrust her chest out. “Don’t care, fuck me!” Her body was already at the edge without him touching her properly. Her nipples ached, and her skin felt too hot and tight. Every nerve ending was alive and burning with desire.

He didn’t punish her for that outburst. Urban thrust into her in one move. She was already so slick, there wasn’t any resistance. Nadia squeezed her inner muscles around his thick shaft.

“Touch
yourself
, honey,” he ordered. He paused to grip her hip and dangle her upward while balancing on one hand on the edge of the couch.

Nadia ran her hands over his chest, raking her nails over his bright red skin. He let out a deep growl, pulled out of her, and slammed into her. With each thrust, he rocked her body and pushed her further over the edge until she was clawing at her self-control to keep from coming without him. “Urban.” She moaned and rocked against him as she touched a finger to her oversensitive clit. Shards of fire burst in her gut, inflaming her body until she felt she would drown in fire. He fucked her hard, his cockhead rubbing against her G-spot with each thrust, setting off more sexual sparks.

Urban bent his head and took her mouth in a demanding, possessive, biting kiss. Their tongues dueled as she tightened her legs around his waist. She dug them into his ass. She worked her clit faster and faster until she couldn’t hold back her orgasm. The pressure increased until it burst and overwhelmed her. She stiffened as her nerve endings fired and her muscles shook. Urban continued to thrust into her, drawing more orgasms out of her until she couldn’t move or think. Nadia became nothing but sensation and pleasure mingled with pain. Urban let out a howl as he came, pumping his hips until he softened inside of her. His breath fanned her face as he gazed down at her, pupils blown wide.

“My, Nadia,” he murmured.

“Urban—”

A loud clink echoed around her safe place. Reality crashed into her safe zone, and her dream world began to crack and fade around them.
Damn it. We’ll meet later, Urban,
she whispered in her mind. She forced away the wrappings of arousal and tried to squash any remaining desire. Nadia shoved away thoughts of Urban and cleared away the vestiges of her dream. She remained relaxed and at ease, but her body was primed to be ready to attack should the need come. The thick metal door creaked open, and footsteps clicked on the cement floor.
Showtime.
They’d kept her in this barren cell with only a chair, sink, toilet, and three gray walls, plus a thick metal door to stare at. Not even a calendar or a clock to keep track of time. The goons who had picked her up from her hotel in Paris hadn’t told her what they wanted. They worked for the Feline Quorum, the patches on their cuffs said so, but other than
that,
they hadn’t given her much to go on. At least they’d fed her simple chicken noodle soup and water with a bit of French bread. That was it. As much as she didn’t want to be, she was grateful that they were feeding her.

“
Dolph
, Maxim, I told you to make our guest comfortable, not hold her prisoner. Why didn’t you put her in the hotel?”
Zerik
Rezminsky
demanded. “
K>BQ=>:
, I’m so sorry. These
lunkheads
misunderstood me. I couldn’t get to you soon enough. My stepdaughter is getting married, and my ex-wife is demanding more alimony even though she’s getting remarried. And let us not discuss all the Quorum nonsense I had to deal with. Bah. Come, come,
k>tQ=>:
. Let us talk.” He stepped back and gestured for her to leave her cell.

Ah, so it was
Zerik
. She hadn’t been sure about which member wanted to see her, or rather, imprison her. Nadia drew in a deep breath through her nose and blew it out of her mouth before she opened her eyes, rose, and grabbed her jacket off the chair. She said nothing as
Zerik
led her into his private luxurious office space. They’d put a bag over her head, but she’d suspected that she’d been taken to this place by the smell of amber and spices that had wafted through the air. Even so, she hadn’t been sure someone wasn’t using
Zerik’s
offices in Paris for something. With the Quorum, you never knew.

As usual, Nadia ignored the rare art and breakables that were scattered around the space. It wouldn’t do to show interest, and if she needed to defend herself at any time, she was screwed. Not the plush Oriental carpet or the Stradivarius violin under glass fazed her. She wanted to get out of there and head to
Draven’s
Crossing
to make up the time she missed with her best friend
Isy
, plus there was her condo. It hadn’t seen a vacuum or duster in months. For now she focused on the task at hand, which was walking out of the room and getting out of the country alive.
Zerik
may not have wanted her dead, but that didn’t mean his enemies weren’t waiting for their chance. At least she was safe, for now.

Zerik
sat down in the plush, padded guest chair and gestured for her to take the seat opposite him.

She didn’t hesitate to sit on the cushy chair. She’d missed padding while being imprisoned.

He
steepled
his fingers and looked at her. “Now, Nadia, again, I’m so sorry about the incarceration.” He placed his hands on the armrests. His body language was relaxed: shoulders down, settled into the backrest of the chair, legs crossed at the ankle, knees splayed apart. He was in control and knew it;
Zerik
didn’t fear her if he had been the one to train her.

“No need for apology,
Zerik
. I want to know why I was escorted from the hotel like a criminal.” There, she’d at least seem angry, even if she wasn’t.
Zerik
would expect a response from her, even if she didn’t feel it.

Zerik
sighed and shook his head. He threw a glare to the goons who stood near the double doors. “I told them to ask you to come with them, not take you, but that is beside the point. I’ll deposit the usual amount and another million into your account for your trouble. I do have a job for you.”

Nadia didn’t say anything, but her senses came alive with suspicion. She didn’t ask him why he was paying her for nothing. He wouldn’t tell her anyway, so she remained silent. She knew she could learn more by listening than by talking. And getting paid to listen was a perk. Besides, it meant that a vacation at Banyan Tree Seychelles in a presidential villa she’d been eyeing was closer than she’d thought.
Spa services, here I come.
If only I could bring Urban
. As soon as the thought crossed her mind, she pushed it away.

“You are going to
Draven’s
Crossing. I need your services to find out about a possible
Katnip
ring coming to town. We have reports that several feline-shifter families are having difficulties with their children and this new drug.”
Zerik’s
obsidian eyes flashed with a hint of anger before becoming tranquil once again. “
Draven
doesn’t understand how bad this could be for him. The Council takes away funding for places that could become hubs for drugs within the paranormal world. I don’t understand it, but it happens.
Something to do with their antidrug policy.
Personally, I think it’s because they’re not getting a cut. But that’s neither here nor there. These are our people, Nadia,
my
people. I am the head of the Feline Quorum, and I will not have my people subjected to a drug that could and has killed them.”
Zerik’s
acidic tone could have burned her if she wasn’t already so pissed off as it was.

Her little sister had almost died from a bad batch of
Katnip
only a year ago.

“Who do I report it to once I find out who’s distributing it, and how do you want me to handle it?” She was proud of herself; she’d managed to keep her tone light. Emotions swirled in her chest, but she managed to not give in to the scream of anger that clawed up her throat.

Zerik
may have had his fingers in a lot of illegal pies as far as the authorities went, but he was adamant on doing things the legal way if they could. She prayed he’d tell her he would be taking care of things and sending a Fixer rather than have her take someone out for him. That could get messy, and she doubted he’d want to pay triple her usual rate. Plus, there was the chance of ending up in jail for beating someone to death.
Zerik
wouldn’t pull strings to get her out.