Dark Kings (Feathers and Fate #1) - Sadie Moss Page 0,13

actually related in any way, they’re sort of like brothers. Brothers stay in touch with each other, right?

“Mmm, I get it. I know what you need,” Beckett purrs, his voice commanding and sophisticated but also savage, like a hungry wolf. A jolt of heat shoots through me, and despite my best efforts, my gaze drags upward as he turns the woman around and she braces her hands on the counter. “That’s right. Hold on for me; that’s a good girl. You’re greedy for me, aren’t you?”

Something about the way he says greedy makes my stomach do a strange little twist, and I watch his face as he starts to touch her. I can’t quite see what he’s doing with the counter in the way, but he’s standing behind her with one arm around her, his other hand down between her legs. She’s whimpering and crying out in pleasure again, and something in me throbs so badly I think I might die.

“Admit it,” the towering man growls. “You’re greedy for me, you can’t get enough.”

“Yes.” She moans her agreement. “Yes, yes, yes…”

Beckett’s green eyes flare, and he inhales deeply, like he’s sucking something out of the air. His eyes are glowing, truly glowing, and my breath catches as I realize—he’s feeding off of it, off of her greed. And then he’s pouring it right back into her.

He’s not sleeping with all these women for himself, or at least not just for himself. It’s not just because he’s greedy. It’s about making them greedy, making them want more and more and more, dangling them on a string and keeping them just close enough to starving to make them claw desperately when he deigns to give them attention.

For the first time, I see Beckett look truly alive, sucking up this woman’s greed like it’s a drug, and I’m in so much shock that my fingertip has gone completely still on the phone’s screen.

My entire body feels like it’s on fire, and my heart is beating so hard it actually hurts. I’m supposed to be doing recon, searching through his phone while he’s distracted, but I’m the one who’s distracted. I can’t block out what’s happening right in front of me, can’t look away or even blink.

The woman sobs with pleasure, her back arching as her eyes flutter shut, and my throat goes utterly dry. Beckett pulls back, looking smug, commanding, and sated, and it makes me feel so desperate for something I can’t even name that it feels like I can’t breathe.

Frick. I really need to get moving on this assignment.

I can’t stay here too long.

Not with Beckett making me weirdly turned on. Not with being strangely… jealous, almost, of the women he’s sleeping with. I’ve never felt this way before, and I don’t intend to keep feeling this way, thanks.

Tomorrow, I need to make a move.

Chapter Six

Trinity

The next morning, I swipe one of Beckett’s many credit cards from his wallet while he’s in the shower.

Instead of following him when he leaves for work, I go to the nearest department store and use the card to buy a very nice suit for myself, and snazzy briefcase to go with it.

Yes, I’m aware this is technically stealing, and it’s wrong, but Upstairs will understand, surely? I’m stealing from a guy who can certainly spare it, and I’m using the money for a good purpose.

Maybe I’ll just keep this part out of the report to Anderson though. I haven’t contacted him yet, and I’m not sure whether I should be giving him progress reports or if I should only call him in case of a real emergency, but either way, nothing’s really happened yet. I’ve just been Beckett’s weird stalker roommate that he doesn’t even know he has.

Once I actually look the part of someone worth Beckett’s time, I go to his company’s building and head right up to the floor where he works, staying invisible until I reach his office so that nobody tries to stop me and ask me what I’m doing here.

Beckett’s secretary is at her desk. My research this past week revealed that he goes through secretaries like water in the desert. He insists on good-looking secretaries, then sleeps with them within a few months. The affairs are always brief but insanely hot, if the rumors are to be believed—then he gets a new secretary and starts the cycle all over again.

“Hi.” I smile at her as I walk up, trying to project my friendliest aura. It’s not her fault she’s