“Call for me,” he commanded, fucking me impossibly harder.

  He was so thick and long, his every thrust hitting the right spot that I could never get enough of feeling him inside me.

  He fucked me so good I never wanted it to end. I tried to say his name and choked on it. I thought I would pass out. He urged me to say it again and somehow, I managed to push it from between my lips with a scream of pure bliss as I was blindsided by an orgasm.

  He released my throat and pulled me back up as I came. White-hot pleasure spread like fire through my veins, air seeped into my lungs. He held my trembling body and kissed my face as he pulled out. His cock glistened with come and arousal, still hard as stone.

  “You didn’t--.”

  “I’m not done with you yet,” he cut me off, sweeping me up into his arms.

  I laid my head on his shoulder as he carried me back into the hotel room and towards the suite.

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  Bubbles floated in the warm water along with purple rose petals. Two individual drinks sat on the rim of the tub. With my back cradled against his solid chest, I could have fallen asleep right then.

  We’d spent the entire night before and most of the day fucking and forgetting what it meant to keep clothes on.

  “You know the lady next door saw you down on your knees for me.”

  “Isn’t that exactly where I needed to be?”

  I smiled and thread our fingers together. “Look at you, earning brownie points.”

  I tilted my head back so that I could see his face. “If I take your deal, when do I get to see Evie?”

  “I’ll put it in motion as soon as tomorrow, but you have to agree to everything I said and understand this isn’t going to be a common occurrence. I need you to be home running the show.”

  “And that means?”

  “I’ll handle everything else. I won’t ever stand in your way if you feel you absolutely must bloody these perfect hands, I will be right behind you cleaning up the mess.”

  I sat forward and carefully turned around so that I was straddling him.

  “And you’ll give me everything?” I ran my palms over his chest, down his abs, beneath the water to where his cock was. He was already hard. He had been since he brought me in here to bathe with him. I was beginning to learn the effect I had on this him, and I loved it.

  “That’s all I want to give you,” he replied, gliding his hands up the back of my thighs to grab my ass.

  I laughed and leaned forward to kiss him. I gripped onto his base and slowly eased myself down, moaning softly as his cock stretched and filled me.

  “You always feel so good,” he murmured.

  I pressed my forehead against his and gripped his shoulders, rolling my hips to take him deeper. The hold he had on my ass disappeared, both his hands going to my waist.

  “I want it.” I moaned as he forced me up and down and held me there.

  “You don’t have to tell me something I already know.”

  “But…” I trailed off when he encouraged me to move. I began to ride him as he needed me to, losing interest in the conversation the harder I fucked him.

  My body ached everywhere from what he’d done to it in the past twenty-four hours, and I still wanted more.

  Bubbles sloshed all around us, the movement of my body creating waves that sent water over the edge of the tub.

  He grabbed me suddenly and forced me to stop, standing up with me in his arms. “Wrap your legs around my waist.”

  I did as he said, holding onto him as he carried me to the glass block shower, leaving a trail of dripping water. He placed my back against the tiled wall, and we began to fuck each other.

  Our slick skin met every time he thrust, and I lowered to meet him. His eyes bore into mine, the sheer possession in them bringing me closer and closer to coming.

  “Harder,” I pleaded, so close to that feeling of euphoria only he could give me.

  His fingertips dug into my thighs as he obliged, taking over entirely. “Can never fuck you hard enough, can I?” he teased.

  “Please, don’t stop.”

  He readjusted his stance and angled his dick to hit just right. I cried out uncontrollably, clawing at him for more. One hand slid back and teased the crack of my ass, toying with someplace he’d yet to go since we’d reunited.

  “Are you going to give this to me?”

  “You can have everything.”

  He flashed me a wicked grin, “Good girl.”

  I grabbed his face and roughly pulled him in to kiss me.

  It was bruising and passionate, just like how we fucked and loved. He worked me over until I was nearly sobbing from how hard he made me climax. Only after I got off did he let himself finish, pumping me full of his come, his entire body going taut against mine.

  I ran my fingers through his hair and waited patiently for him to let me down. He drew back just enough to kiss the top of my head, and then my lips. “I can never get enough of you.”

  He lowered my legs to the floor and then stepped away to turn the shower on. I remained propped against the wall trying to catch my breath. This asshole was already back to his original fighting form.

  “I think I should start working out. You’re in much better shape than I am.”

  “It’s never a bad idea, just don’t get some insane notion you need to lose any weight. You’re perfect exactly as you are.”

  “In the future when I’m big as a house, I’m going to remind you of this moment.”

  “Let’s not get carried away. I would never let it get that out of hand, pun intended.”

  I laughed incredulously. “You really are an asshole, you know that?”

  I got a smirk before he reached out and grabbed my hand, pulling me to stand with him beneath the water, wrapping his arms around me from behind.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  I frowned at our reflection as he came to stand behind me. He was in his usual formal attire while I’d pieced together an outfit that consisted of sweatpants and a crop top.

  “Am I going to need to dress up too?”

  “Only when we attend an event with pretentious fucks that feel the need to enforce a dress code.”

  “I was just wondering. I actually like the idea of it, I just never had a reason to.”

  “Then do it. I’ll be your reason.”

  I smiled at his reflection and finished twisting my hair into a bun, pulling some tendrils out to frame my face.

  “Are we leaving here soon?”

  “The car is being brought around now. I need to tell you something.”

  “Good something or bad something?” I stepped away from the bathroom mirror and turned to face him.

  He moved in and placed his hand around my throat but didn’t squeeze. “Good for us. Not so good for them.”

  I raised my brows in question. “Them?”

  “Yes. I’ve already made the call, now there’s someone I need you to meet.”

  “You’re being super cryptic. Are they somehow related to this ‘call’ you made?”

  He stroked the column of my throat and gave me a kiss. “I love feeling your pulse beneath my hand.”

  “That’s kinda creepy, Judas. And a nice change of subject.”

  “I can’t tell you why you need to meet them yet. Once we’re there, I’ll help you understand.”

  “Okay?” I swear talking to him sometimes was like trying to constantly solve a crossword puzzle of riddles that lacked context.

  “Come on, we can wait downstairs.” He dropped his hand from my throat to mine and led the way.

  I knew something was off the second we got back to the house. Gavin and Theo remained quiet as church mice as they followed us inside.

  Seeing Brianna and Owen lingering in the living room with the television off gave me my first real clue.

  The second was Audrey being here too. With her not having a poker face to save her life, she didn’t bother trying to pretend everything was fine. She gave me a sympathetic look before outright glaring at Gavin.

  “What is it?”

  “You didn’t tell her?” Audrey leveled Judas with an accusatory stare.

  “Why is everyone making a bigger deal about this than necessary?” he asked no one in particular.

  I grabbed his arm to get his attention. “Deal about what?”

  “Bring her in.”

  I wasn’t sure who he was talking to until Owen opened one of the French doors that sat off the back of the house and motioned for someone to come forward.

  He stepped back and a girl in a boho-like dress and flip-flops brushed past him. Her unwavering, brown-eyed stare was trained solely on Judas.

  “It’s about time you got here. Do you know how hot it is outside?”

  “You shouldn’t have arrived early. I told you I wasn’t letting you in the house until Rhiannon was here.”

  Her attention shifted to me at the mention of my name, as if she hadn’t fucking noticed me at all until just then and I wasn’t hard to miss.

  “Oh, wow. This is her?”

  I furrowed my brows and studied her. She seemed to almost be vibrating in place. Was she on drugs? Furthermore, “Why are you talking about me in the third person?”

  “Sorry, I didn’t mean anything by that. I can really see the resemblance.”

  Audrey snorted her disagreement. “Like apples and oranges.”

  I grinned and looked at the animated girl in front of me a little closer. I sure as hell didn’t see what she did. Our hair matched pretty evenly, and she had brown eyes, but our body shapes were different. For the most part… If someone were to look at her from behind, she could pass as my stunt double…or a doppelganger.

  The longer I stared the more I could actually start to see it. A little green monster told me that this was not okay. It hadn’t reared its head with Charlie, but this girl’s appearance had it rising to the occasion. Why had he wanted me to meet her?

  He was standing here not saying anything, just watching us interact. In fact, no one was speaking. The girl noticed the quiet too and began to look around the room.

  “Is everything okay?” As she twisted a tattoo of a crest, I was becoming increasingly familiar with snagged my attention.

  It was on her ankle, covering the entire thing. Why the fuck did she have that?

  “Who the hell is this?” I asked Judas outright, doing the same thing she just had.

  “This is, Rochelle.”

  Her name was Rochelle and if you stared at her long enough you could pretend that she was me. I had to wrestle with indecision and not jump to any wrong conclusions about why any of this was necessary. Judas wouldn’t set me up to meet her for nothing, but that didn’t mean I had to like it.

  “Okay, well, you all enjoy your time together.” I turned to Judas and gave him a dark look. “Can I talk to you?”

  Without waiting for an answer, I turned and walked out of the room.

  “Get her settled,” he directed at someone before following after me.

  I didn’t know where to go for a private conversation because I had yet to explore the house.

  Going all the way up to our room seemed unnecessary for what I wanted to know. He said this was our home so that should mean there wasn’t a single damn room off-limits to me. I flung open the first door I came across off the back hallway, finding myself in a large laundry room.

  “We can go to the office,” Judas suggested, amusement heavy in his tone.

  “This is fine.” I flipped the light switch and went inside. Once he joined me, I shut the door with a tad more force than necessary.

  He situated himself against the wall and crossed his arms. “You seem a little upset, principessa.”

  “Don’t start with me, Judas. Who the hell is that?”

  “She’s you.”

  That had me slightly taken aback. “You’ve been pretending she’s me? What kind of sick--.”

  “Men who fuck women because they remind them of someone else should seek psychological assistance. I’m not delusional nor desperate enough to do that. You don’t get knockoffs when you can have authentic.”

  This calmed me down a little. “Then why is she here?”

  “She’s a fucking decoy—one that barely compares to you but is the best we could find. I needed to see if you saw yourself in her before I put her on Evie’s radar. She needs to believe it too.”

  That explained the tattoo then. I closed my eyes and rubbed a hand over my brow. “Why couldn’t you just tell me all of this to begin with?”

  “I tried to give you a heads up. If you would stop thinking the worst of me, we wouldn’t be hiding in our laundry room like amateur crooks.”

  “I was trying to have a private conversation.”

  “We can do that anywhere. If I tell them they don’t hear shit, they don’t hear the drop of a pe.”

  I crossed my arms and mimicked his stance, leaning against the opposite wall. “Oh, so Rochelle knows she’s basically shark bait?”

  “Yes,” he answered cockily.

  “And what is she getting out of this?”

  “Some of the purest cocaine ever cut and a round trip ticket to Cancun.”

  “That’s it?” I asked disbelievingly. “She’s risking her life for drugs and a beach trip?”

  “What can I say? I make a good bargain.”

  “How did you meet her?”

  “Where does someone usually meet a coke head? She was trying to hitchhike from Sacred Hearts.”

  Sacred Hearts? “Is that a hospital?”

  “It’s a rehabilitation center.”

  “You’re an asshole,” I retorted with a laugh.

  “I’m starting to find that offensive.”

  “So, you’re a drug dealer?” I asked, genuinely curious.

  “No. Connoisseur of business. My ventures vary but are always lucrative and the family is often commissioned.”

  That sounded like something from a commercial. I could totally see Judas as a salesman. I hadn’t known what the exact terminology was for his line of ‘work’. Crime boss and kingpin weren’t exactly something you could put on official paperwork.

  “So, your family is like the Godfathers of crime?”

  “I’ll run that by them for a slogan.”

  “And you say I’m a smartass?” I pushed off the wall and reached for the door handle.

  His hand wrapped around my wrist to stop me from opening it. “I think you owe me an apology.”

  “I owe you an apology?”

  “You agreed to give me a chance and then at the first opportunity you accuse me of cheating on you. I thought I made it clear I’d never disrespect you that way.”

  I scoffed and shook his hand off, just to have him slam it against the upper portion of the door so that I still couldn’t open it.

  “Will you move?” I laughed “I did not accuse you of cheating on me. That word never left my mouth.”

  “Do you want me to take you upstairs and playback the cameras? You definitely thought I stuck my dick in a coke head, Rhiannon.”

  “Oh, my god,” I exasperated, still laughing. When he still didn’t move, I cleared my throat and stepped away from the door. Forcing myself to be completely serious, I took hold of his hands and placed them on my hips. “I’m sorry.”

  “I don’t feel like that’s sincere.”

  “Judas, if you want me to suck you off, just say so.”

  “Alright.” He grinned wickedly and straightened to his full height. One of his hands snaked up and grabbed my bun, tugging my head back. “I want you to get down on your knees and wrap those pretty lips around my dick.” He kissed me roughly before using his hold on my hair to shove me to the marble floor between his legs.

  I reached for his belt and had it undone within seconds, keeping eye contact the whole time. I looked away to focus on my task, running a hand over his bulge as I went for the waistband of his drawers.

  His cock sprang free, the veins more prominent from how hard he was. I smiled to myself with the knowledge I hadn’t even done anything to him yet.

  I leaned down and gave a slow, long lick with the flat part of my tongue from the base of his cock to the head.

  I repeated the action, feeling his grip on my hair tighten as I stroked all over his length with my tongue. I didn’t swallow, allowing my saliva to get him nice and wet.

  I wrapped my hand around him and began to slowly pump up and down, using a gentle twisting motion while, using the tip of my tongue to toy with his balls, moaning as I lightly sucked them into my mouth. He cursed under his breath, coiling his fingers tighter.

  “Look at me, principessa. Let me see your eyes.”

  I returned to his cock, looking him in the eye as I licked from the base to the head, sticking my tongue out I circled his tip, teasing the rim before sucking him fully into my mouth, moaning so he knew I was enjoying this as much as he was.

  “When the fuck did you get so good at this?” he groaned.

  I tried not to laugh and failed, choking when he thrust and hit the back of my throat, his silver eyes narrowed.

  I bounced back and placed my other hand between his legs.

  I began playing with his sack and encouraging him to fuck my face, taking him deep and working him over with my fist. When I felt his balls begin to tighten, I let them go and focused on making him come in my mouth, deep throating his cock, making sure I used my tongue.

  “Fuck,” he hissed, holding me in place as his cock twitched between my lips.

  The first spurt of come was tangy, like a sweetened fruit. I swallowed every drop, lapping at the head of his cock for the rest before removing it from my mouth. His hold on my hair disappeared after he pulled me to my feet and smashed his lips against mine. My hands were coated in saliva, so I kept them off him.

  He drew back and brushed my fly-aways out of my face. “I think this just became my favorite room in this whole house.”

  “You’re welcome.” Spotting a sink along the back wall, I went to wash my hands. “Do you think they wonder where we went?”

  “Fuck them.”

  “Stop it,” I playfully reprimanded.