Play Dirty (Wages of Sin #2) - Neve Wilder Page 0,13
were a thing of beauty and precision.
But he’d almost ruined Az’s plans. Luckily, Az still had connections in this part of the world. If not, Az would have had nothing left to bargain with. He wasn’t sure what he did have was enough of a lure for somebody like Madigan, but Az had to try. He had to make Madi see reason. Az just wasn’t sure anybody had ever accused Madi of being reasonable.
As the cab pulled up to the Copacabana Palace, Az had a thought. Perhaps Madigan was simply here for Halloween festivities? Or maybe it was a set-up to finally take Az out once and for all? He shook the thought away as fast as it came. He wouldn’t have disabled Az’s entire life if he’d only meant to kill him. He would have done it in the last hotel room while he slept.
It took nothing for Az to bribe the attendant into handing over the hotel key for Mr. Smith’s room. The girl behind the counter was distracted, staring out into the dark night like, if she just squinted enough, she too could be out partying the night away instead of trapped at her shit job, dealing with assholes like him who thought they could charm their way into room keys. He thanked the girl in Portuguese, and she gave him a barely-there nod.
Az left her to her daydreaming, boarding the elevator and trying to ignore the way his pulse quickened. It was a sensation only Madigan could produce, a strange adrenaline rush akin to the feeling Az had the moment he saw his poisons take effect, stopping the heart of those he killed. Az grinned, and his reflection grinned back. What a strangely sentimental thought. Az couldn’t remember a time in his life when he felt that for anybody really, even his own family, but he’d always been an outsider there as well.
Az expected Madi to hear the lock disengage, thought he’d find a knife at his throat or a gun to his temple the moment he turned the key, but, instead, he found Madigan lying naked on his back, his head turned toward the windows, which he’d left cracked open, possibly so he could hear the sound of the revelers below.
The night breeze coming through the windows was balmy and heavy with promise, causing the gauzy white curtains to dance on the wind. Az carefully closed the door, his eyes roaming over Madigan’s beautiful form. He was stunning in any light, but the moonlight seemed particularly kind to him. In sunlight, he was all sharp smiles and hard edges, but here, kissed by the night, he was a work of art. Just looking at him made Az’s blood sing and his cock harden.
Az’s gaze strayed to the room service cart filled with empty dishes. He crept closer, palming the knife from the dishes and moving deftly toward Madigan. Only once Az had the knife placed firmly against Madi’s carotid did the other man stir, his hand darting out to grip Az’s wrist tight enough to leave bruises, moving it away from his skin but not disarming him entirely.
“It took you long enough,” Madi murmured, his voice a low rumble that went straight to Az’s dick.
Az slipped a leg over Madi’s hips, making no attempt to free his wrist. “Mm, I ran into some sudden financial trouble it seems.” He kept his tone casual. “You, on the other hand, have most likely found yourself a half a million dollars richer.”
Madi’s smile was fleeting, as sharp and swift as a serpent’s bite. “I have had a bit of a windfall lately. What are you going to do about it?”
Az pulled his arm free and dropped the knife beside the bed, leaning forward to lick over Madi’s lip before biting down hard enough to draw blood. He sucked the wound, shifting his weight so Madi could feel Az’s hard-on. Madi’s cock also seemed to take an interest in the proceedings, especially when Az trapped Madi’s arms loosely over his head.
“I was going to tie you up, face down,” Az crooned, biting his way up Madi’s throat with enough force to draw pained grunts from the man pinned beneath him. He continued to roll his hips, their cocks slotting together, the pressure sending shocks of pleasure along Az’s nerve endings. “Then I was going to take my time dragging my favorite knife along your skin, so I could lick the blood from your wounds while I fucked you…”