Raiden (The Kent Brothers #2) - A.M. Hargrove Page 0,80
me.
He inched in, slowly, until I begged for more. Raiden didn’t listen to my pleas. He took his time, and it was sweet, aching torture. A thumb pressed on my clit as he slid in and out. His glistening cock speared and stretched me as I moaned and begged him for release. But the torturous pleasure continued. Each time I thought I’d come, he’d stop and remove his thumb. My ragged breath eased, and he’d repeat this cycle of orgasm denial. Finally, finally, he caved, and I came, and came in an endless climax, practically screaming out his name. When we were both sated, and our breathing returned to near normal, I said, “What was that?”
“Epic. Sensational. Me being patient and making you wait longer.”
“Fucking tease.”
“Was it worth it?”
I scraped my teeth over his jawline. “What do you think?”
He crashed his lips onto mine and kissed me like it was our last. The kiss was intense, full of lust and passion, and aroused a hunger within me I didn’t think was possible after that last climax.
“If you keep that up, you’ll have to fuck me again.”
“Not possible yet. I’m drained.”
“You have fingers and a tongue.”
He stared at me for a moment and barked out a laugh. “That I do and they all work, thankfully. Even after being burned.”
I took his hand in mine and kissed each of his fingers. “Yes, thank God, they do. And they’re magical. I love you, Raiden.”
“I love you too, Scottie.”
We dressed, returned the office to the way we found it, and left. Then we resumed our walk.
“When all this is over, I want to take you somewhere.”
“That would be wonderful. Where?”
“My cabin in northern Canada. It’s beautiful, isolated, and it would be just the two of us, plus the staff.”
“Sounds like a dream.”
We went back to the house where the others waited. But first we ate a snack in the kitchen. When we met up with the rest of the crew, they were still waiting. This would be an unpleasant afternoon.
Chapter Forty-One
Raiden
Nothing was settled after an hour. My anger soared so I removed myself from the room and initiated a plan. I refused to sit and do nothing. My brother was missing and there was no urgency to find him. Law enforcement wasn’t my forte but sitting around wasn’t either.
Before I considered any other options, I ran down the steps and stood in front of Sinead.
“Where is he?”
“I already told you his hideouts,” she claimed.
Fury dictated my actions. “I’m not talking about your father. I’m talking about my brother.” My hands clenched the bars of the cage that held her prisoner. Her head popped up, and she stared at me. Was that astonishment in her eyes? She was a talented actor, so how could I know for sure?
“I don’t know. What happened?”
My scowl must’ve conveyed something to her.
She rose to her feet. “I honestly don’t know. I swear.”
“Then find out. Do you know what cyanide poisoning is?”
Now I really had her attention as she ran toward me. “I’ve heard of it, but why?” Panic laced her tone.
“Your daughter just drank a cup of milk laced with it. She doesn’t have long before it works its way through her body. Now talk.”
This was the first time I’d seen the true face of Sinead. Tears dripped down her cheeks, and she begged.
“No, please. She’s an innocent child.”
“True, but my brother is innocent too. Your father destroyed our homes, he ordered the kidnapping of my other brother. It was a miracle we found him and he survived. He was innocent too. Your family has done its best to destroy mine. I’m done being nice. I’ve taken off the gloves and now I demand information.”
“But I don’t have any,” she cried.
“Then I suggest you get some.” I held out my phone.
She took it and her trembling hands tapped in some numbers.
“Put it on speaker.”
“O-Okay.”
The phone rang, and Aiden answered.
“What is it, Sinead?”
“Release him.”
“Who?”
“You know who. They’ve poisoned Aisling and if you don’t, she dies.”
He was silent.
“Da. Please,” Sinead begged.
“An eye for an eye. I’ll release him in an exchange.”
“For what?”
“Aisling.”
“No! That’ll take too long. She’ll die before that happens. Let him go! Can’t you see I’ll lose my daughter? Doesn’t that mean anything to you?”
“Of course it does, but business is business.”
“You’re a bastard. Is that what happened to my mother? Is that how she really died?”
“Shut your mouth if you want to see that brat of yours live.”