Page 42 of Primal

Two can play that game.

“What about you?” I shoot back with a smirk, reaching out to grab his dick through his pants. He’s already half-hard. I don’t know what’s come over me, but I relish the power that surges through my veins. “I wasn’t the only one having fun last time, and it looks like you’re enjoying the show now.”

Braken’s mask slips slightly when I squeeze his cock to emphasize my point. My adrenaline spikes into something hotter, deeper, and more sinister. I want to make him feel the exact same way I did two days ago. I want to push his limits and show him he doesn’t own me completely.

Before he can hit me with some smartass answer, I push him back by the hips. He takes a step back until his ass hits the top of his couch. I hold his gaze as I unbuckle his leather belt, then undo the button and drag down the zipper of his slacks. His cock is fully hard now and twitches when I drag a knuckle over his boxer briefs. A little wet spot on the black fabric makes me smile, because who has the power now?

Braken lifts his hips so I can tug down his pants to his knees, but I don’t do the same with his boxers just yet. His skin is covered in the same sprawling tattoos, and I trace the patterns up his thigh with featherlight touches that make his cock twitchagain. Wordlessly, I get down on my knees between his legs, ready to give him a taste of his own medicine.

At the first drag of my tongue up his covered shaft, Braken exhales. With the second, he grunts. I do it again and again, until his boxers are damp with my saliva and his precum, and my mouth waters to get a taste.

I inhale as soon as his boxers are down, and I get to see his cock for the first time. This is no longer The Hunt. It’s not dark. He’s not masked. And he’s not aggressively fucking me in the dirt.

Fuck. I knew he was big, but I didn’t know it would look so damn good. Braken’s dick is long and decently girthy with a hook that makes my pussy throb.

No, I need to focus. This is about revenge, not pleasure. I need to make him weak, damnit, even if my body screams to hop on his cock and make us both happy.

I circle my tongue around the tip, and Braken’s exhalation is harsh and makes my core throb. I take the tip of his dick into my mouth and suck a few times until the saltiness of his precum lands on my tongue. The taste makes me moan, bobbing as I take his full length into my mouth. Apparently, that’s not enough for Braken, because his hand rests on the back of my head and forces me down to take even more of him.

Fuck, I should be mad, but it’s so hot.

What I can’t take in my mouth, I instead wrap my hand around the base of his throbbing cock, squeezing as I lick and suck. I let out a small whine every time he thrusts his hips and fills my mouth. Thank God I don’t have a gag reflex, so I take all his length.

But I won’t let him control this—this is his punishment for last time.

I pop off his wet cock and shift down to take his balls into my mouth, my hand pumping in tandem. Braken must not expect itbecause he curses under his breath, fingers digging harder into my hair. I squeeze his cock in response, dragging my thumb over his slit and smearing his cum. I move my hand faster, sucking on his hard sacks with a smirk. He watches my every move like a hawk, shadowed and full of dark want. It takes everything in me not to rip off my panties and give all to him before I can change my mind.

Instead, I withdraw my hand and take his dick into my mouth again, speeding up my pace. I should tease and make him beg for it, but my mind is hazy with overwhelming lust. My body sings every time he grunts, or whenever his hips jerk into my mouth. I savor the taste of his early cum, nails digging into his thighs to keep them spread as I work him.

His cock throbs in my mouth and spurs me on. My mind screams at me to remember why I started sucking his dick in the first place, but it’s drowned out with a harsh growl when I hollow my cheeks. It gives me a sick thrill to knowI’mthe one making him lose it.I’mthe one in charge.I’mthe one making his thighs flex, his dick twitch, and his eyes narrow with pure lust. I move even faster, the tip of his cock hitting the back of my throat with each bob and suck.

“Fuck,” is all the warning he gives before he’s pulling at my hair so hard I whine.

Braken explodes hot and white in my mouth, his fingers tightening in my hair and holding me close.

Fuck! I wasn’t supposed to let him finish. I meant to regain a measure of control and blue ball him to high heaven. But glancing up at him, maybe I did get back some control. His forehead is sweaty, hair sticking to his skin, and his chest heaves. He inhales sharply when I swallow his cum and open my mouth, showing him there’s nothing left.

“Good boy,” I say and stand.

My knees are weak, and my jaw hurts, but I don’t give a shit because Braken’s expression is priceless. He looks absolutely gobsmacked. Maybe it’s because I just sucked the life out of him, or maybe I’m the first woman to call him a good boy. Either way, I drink it in, so I’ll never forget it.

I leave Braken in his office, pants still down and flaccid cock still wet. Braken might think he owns me, but I’m not going to sit back and let him lead. He may be the boss, but I’m the boss’s future wife, and I have plenty more ways left to remind him.

Chapter 24

Braken

It only takes three days to get a call from the hacker I keep under my employ. I know him as Nexxor, and he does anything I ask for the right price.

“Easy work you brought me this time. Car belongs to some old lady named Martha Viscant. She lives in Tacoma. I’ll send the address.”

“Payment will be at the usual spot,” I answer and hang up.

With a few extra calls, the payment for his services sits in a black duffel bag in the kitchen of a boat tied to the Marina Yacht Harbor. Cash makes it easy to pay off my contacts. I don’t put my name to anything that can be linked back to me. The boat I use for handoffs is under someone else’s name. I have a burner phone where Nexxor sends his information when needed. If someone demands to meet me in person, I send Jasper instead. Even the smartest men fall because of a digital slip-up. I won’t be one of them.

As soon as Nexxor sends the address, I order Jasper to grab the car and take us there.

I highly doubt a little old lady in Tacoma is the culprit. The Godwins are technically in the shipping business, and I can’t see them screwing over some grandma enough to make her bombthe eldest son. That goes double for their real dealings. It could be a grandkid who borrowed the car, or even some car thief who took it for a murder ride. Hopefully, Martha has answers or else I’m at a dead end.