Goddess of Pain - Katie May Page 0,59
easy,” Emily muses as she steps up from behind me. The assassin’s eyes widen appreciatively, visible even with his mottled, red face.
“Fucking hell!” I gripe, staring at Emily’s naked body. Her breasts bounce enticingly as she stops beside me, cocking her hip to the side. I can even see the fucking evidence of our shared arousal glistening on her tan legs. “Get some clothes on, woman!”
“You destroyed my clothes, asshole,” she retorts immediately, bending forward so her breasts dangle in front of the assassin’s face. His eyes latch on her beaded pink nipple as she captures his chin with her small hand. “Now, tell us who you work for.”
“I’m going to fuck you so fucking hard,” he purrs in a distinct Russian accent. “You’re just setting yourself on a silver platter for me, aren’t you, gorgeous? How is the wound treating you, by the way?” He flicks his gaze to the already healed gunshot wound on her shoulder. For a moment, confusion contorts his ugly face before he smooths out his expression, replacing it with a lecherous grin. “Nice tits, babycakes.”
Rage bombards me from all directions as red fills my vision. No one is allowed to see Emily naked. Absolutely fucking no one. Call me possessive or a caveman or whatever the fuck you want, but her body is ours.
“Emily,” I growl through clenched teeth. She whirls on me, now giving the asshole an unobstructed view of her firm ass.
“What?” she snaps. “Don’t be a fucking prick, Tate. My clothes are destroyed, and I need to get answers. Besides, you’re naked too.”
“Fuck you!” I hiss out, but my cock is rapidly becoming hard at our verbal sparring. “If the others were here—”
“Well, they’re not, are they?” she huffs, knowing damn well how possessive all of us men are of her. Sin would have no doubt lit the man on fire already, while Avery grinned maliciously from beside him, his dark power curling around the assassin’s body. Desmond would cackle like a cat playing with a mouse, while Helio silently watched from the sidelines.
She whirls around to face the assassin again. “Now, tell us who you work for?”
“If you step a little closer so I can feel your pussy—”
Before he can finish whatever vulgar thing he’s going to say, I lunge forward, wrap my hands around his neck, and twist.
Emily gapes at me.
“What the fuck?” she screeches.
The only noise I’m capable of emitting is a feral growl. Immediately, I have her in my arms, her soft skin soothing something inside of me. Something ferocious and malevolent.
“I had to, baby,” I whisper into her ear, attempting to curb my out of control jealousy. “He tried to hurt you. I couldn’t control myself.”
Her body physically deflates as she returns my hug, twining her arms around my neck.
“If he would’ve been looking at you that way, I would’ve killed him as well,” she confesses, and my cock twitches automatically. My blood-thirsty, gorgeous psychopath. “But you’re still a fucking asshole. We needed to get information out of him. I need to know if—” She closes her mouth abruptly, stepping away from me and scratching absently at the back of her neck.
Instantly, my curiosity is piqued as I stare at her. “Need to know what?”
“Mind your own damn business,” she huffs.
“You’re my fucking business, you annoying brat!”
We glare at each other, each willing the other to give in, when she finally sighs, a wariness entering her eyes that hadn’t even been present when we were being shot at.
“Talk to me.” I work to moderate my volume so it doesn’t come out as a demanding growl. I’m slightly mollified when she nods once.
“I think…I think my brothers may have something to do with what happened to me,” she confesses, and the pain darkening her eyes makes me want to kill someone. Or multiple someones.
“I thought you said that you thought they were innocent?” I try really, really hard to keep the accusation out of my tone.
But, fuck, if she suspected this entire time…
“I didn’t think so when we went to their house for dinner,” she admits. “But then…”
“But then?” I tap my foot impatiently. “I don’t have all day, woman.”
“Fuck you!” she hisses, some of her familiar fire returning. I quickly try to suppress my grin. Because, yeah, sometimes I’ll purposely rile her up just to see that spark in her eyes. Anything’s better than a morose Emily.
“You just did,” I quip dryly. “Now, are you going to talk, or do I have to spank the information