Can I Trust You?

Savoury

Damian

Kenora looks so fucking sexy. Saying she turned me on would be an understatement. I normally can calm myself down, but today, now, with her in that dress, I have zero self-control. Don't even get me started on Lev's stunt with kissing her hand and all. I couldn't give two shits about the safety of the world. Right now, I need her. Kenora Fucking King. Can these men just do their illegal shit so we can fight and get this over with.

I stayed with Lev and a few other men, while Parkham and some random other dude went into the study. I excused myself. As soon as I did, everyone except Lev and I passed out. They slipped something in the drinks. Lev and I rushed to the study. Upon arrival, we were met with four guards. Kenora emerged from nowhere. "Sorry, I was looking for the restroom." She explained softly. Lev and I quickly disarmed and quietly knocked all of them out. Kenora put on gloves and picked up one of the guns. We all snuck into the study, nothing but books.

We moved deeper and saw the vault. I stepped in, and in the corner of my eye, I saw a fist coming for me. I dodged and right hooked him. Lev grabbed the guy and knocked him out, too. Kenora came in and pointed the gun at the men. She motioned for Thomas to get out of the vault. He did so, and Lev shot him in the head. "That's my mission complete." He explained. The guy had a briefcase, which I'm guessing had Lalix in it. Kenora approached the guy and took the briefcase, and motioned for him to get out of the vault. He followed her instructions carefully until he turned and kicked her into the vault while taking the briefcase and did the same with me. He moved too quickly for either of us to react. With that, the door shut with my last view being Lev getting shot in the shoulder.

"Shit!" Kenora cursed, clearly pissed off. She banged her fist against the floor in frustration. I let out a frustrated sigh. She laid her back against the door and slowly slid down. Fuck, now is not the time to get hard. I noticed her breathing wasn't steady. I walked up to her and crouched to be eye level with her. "Kenora?" I called out her name. The lights went out and were replaced by a ruby light that lit up the room a bit while still managing to keep it dark.

She opened her eyes, and her pupils dilated and eyes filled with need. Now is a dangerous time for her to be looking at me like that. "Are you okay?" I asked the dumbest question. Look at her. Would someone who's okay look like this. "Does it look like I'm fucking okay?" She bitterly replied. I'm not sure if I should be pissed with her smart mouthed self or be concerned that something is serious wrong or be turned on by this entire situation. The sweat on her body, the red light highlighting all her features.

"Smartass, reply aside. Are you seriously okay?" I spoke. "Yes and no. Yes, I'm not injured or anything..." Relief washed over me, but my curiosity got to me for her 'no' explanation. "And no? What do you need?" I questioned. "You..." She answered with no hesitation and without missing a beat. "Need me to what?" Playing dumb is the only way to get me through this. "You know exactly what I mean." She looked at my lips then looked back into my eyes. She leaned in close and pulled me in with my tie. I felt her breath on my neck, tickling my skin on her way up to my ear. "And I know you want me. I've known you long enough to understand the looks you have been giving me the entire night." She whispered as if someone else could be listening in. She most definitely was not wrong, but hearing her say it... That just made my cock harder than it already was. At this point my zipper didn't stand a chance. I locked eyes with her.

Fuck it

I leaned in, and our lips met hungrily. She wrapped her arms around my neck. My hands made my way to her bare back. The bare back where her spinal tattoo was imprinted. The tattoo that also imprinted itself in my mind. She let out a soft moan into the kiss.
Fuck.
A groan escaped my throat. I broke the kiss and moved lower to her jaw, then her neck, making sure to suck on it, leaving a mark. Her hands held my arms and squeezed themselves every once in a while. She left out some more beautiful moans. I wanted to take it slow to savour her taste. To savour the feel of her body against mine. To savour the sound of the helpless moans freeing themselves from her delectable lips. To savour the feel of her touch. To fucking savour her every-damn-thing.

I looked at her, signalling my need for her permission to continue. She nodded, and I undid her dress sliding the top down. I let out a shaky breath. I'm going to enjoy every bit of her...