can touch my body all he wants; all I care about is my heart, and he won’t be coming near that.
“With pleasure,” I say, kneeling in front of him.
Corbin’s eyes widen as he realizes just how far I’m willing to go.
“You really don’t love your husband, do you?”
“I really don’t, but I love to fuck.” My eyes cut left, then make a slow circle around the men in the room before landing back on Corbin with a grin. “So who is going to give me the pleasure of fucking me first?”
I purposefully spread my knees, giving Corbin a direct view of my pussy.
He stops breathing.
I smirk.
“I want you to suck me and then every other cock in this room. Show us what a dirty slut you are,” he says.
In my head, I roll my eyes. Men are such simple creatures; always with the dick sucking like that is somehow demeaning me. They would do anything I say for a simple blowjob.
I inch forward and grab onto Corbin’s pants, yanking them down.
His cock springs free, already hard. It’s thick and long, a decent looking cock, but my pussy doesn’t get a drop wetter. When he fucks me, it’s going to be dry and painful.
I lower my head to his cock, but before I touch my lips to his tip, I’m jerked back by my hair.
Langston.
He starts shooting.
Shit.
I thought he understood I didn’t want him to save me.
Bullets start flying all around us. Then I see Maxwell. I look at his wrist and remember that he protected me. He’s on my side.
End this, I mouth to him.
He jumps over the couch and is by my side in an instant with his gun at my temple.
“Stop or she dies,” Maxwell yells.
Langston stops, turning his head to stare at Maxwell. I know he’s confused about whose side Maxwell is on, and I’m not going to help him.
“Drop the gun, Langston,” Corbin says.
“You won’t kill her; you can’t kill her,” Langston says, looking between Corbin and Maxwell.
“Not yet, we can’t. But we can kill her child,” Corbin says.
Langston smirks. “No, you can’t. Because I have her child.”
Corbin laughs. “So sure you have the correct child? And even if you do, you’re willing to let an innocent child die? Even if she did love you, she’d never forgive you for letting a child die.”
Langston sucks in a breath, and then his eyes fall to Maxwell, who nods, telling Langston to surrender. Langston still doesn’t look at me.
Killer, put the gun down before you ruin everything.
Finally, Langston looks at me. For a second, I let a moment of truth fill my eyes.
Trust me.
His eyes glide side to side over mine, and I know he got the simple message, but he’s searching for more—the reason I’m doing this.
His gun drops to the floor.
There’s silence for a split second, then all of Corbin’s men have Langston at gunpoint.
“You can stop pointing that thing at me, now,” I say to Maxwell.
He doesn’t lower his gun. He looks to Corbin for permission.
“Tell Maxwell to lower the gun or I won’t fuck you. And I won’t give you the treasure.”
Corbin looks at me curiously. “There are almost thirty men in this room, all who work for me. If I want to fuck you, I’ll fuck you. If I want the treasure, you’ll give it to me. You have no power here. My brother will do as I say.”
I shake my head. “You forget—I know who you are, Corbin. You’re just like Waylon. You want me to want you willingly. You want me to offer myself up on a platter to you. Force me, and you’re no more of a man than any other monster on the street. You don’t have any power.”
Corbin nods, and Maxwell lowers the gun. Apparently Corbin and Waylon’s other brother didn’t actually die—it’s Maxwell.
A sick idea forms in my head. I want Corbin to trust me. If he does, he won’t send his men to follow me when I go and get the treasure. I’ll be able to finish the job on my own with Langston.
I could give up the whole ruse and fuck a random man on the street to betray Langston, but that only serves one purpose.
I walk up to Corbin, still completely naked. I wrap my arms around his neck and tug on his bottom lip roughly.
He growls.
And then, I whisper my filthy plan into his head. A cruel plan that is going to end Langston and set him free once and for all.
He’ll hate