Page 167 of Taming Seraphine
“Stay with me.” His deep voice brings me back to the present.
Every stroke brings me closer to the edge until I’m screaming out my pleasure in garbled moans and cries as a tiny crack of the flogger hits my clit.
Leroi makes a low growl that sends tingles down my spine. “Come for me, angel.”
His words send me over a precipice, and I scream as I come, my body quaking with the force of my orgasm. Leroi strokes my clit with the flogger as the muscles of my pussy clench and release.
I’m still moaning and panting when his cock lines up to my entrance. My hips jerk, trying to quicken the penetration. I want his tongue in my mouth while he fucks me on this bondage table, and I want it now.
His phone rings, and he draws back. I wait a few breathless seconds, hoping he’ll ignore whoever’s ringing, but he snaps, “What?”
Whoever’s on the other side hesitates for a moment before saying, “I’m sorry about yesterday’s breach in security, but an older gentleman is on his way to see you. I asked him to wait to be announced, but he pushed past.”
Leroi stiffens.
The man on the other end of the line clears his throat. “He says he’s your father.”
“Fuck!” he roars.
SIXTY-FIVE
LEROI
My heart rate kicks up several notches and my jaw tenses to the point of pain. Anton is here and on his way up. If he doesn’t find me upstairs, he’ll either ask Miko to check the rooftop garden or assume I’m downstairs.
Shit.
I unshackle Seraphine as fast as humanly possible, my heart pounding so hard that I can barely hear her questions. After setting her on her feet, I pull off the blindfold and grab her shoulders.
“Stay here. Don’t make a sound.” I glare into her eyes. “The man coming upstairs to see me is dangerous.”
“But I thought your dad was dead,” she says.
“I’ll explain later.” I break off in a sprint, all traces of my erection gone.
“Leroi?”
“Do as I say!”
It comes out sharper than necessary, but I can’t take any chances with Seraphine. If Anton gets one glimpse of her, he’ll know she’s the innocent girl he trained to be a Lolita assassin. The girl he abused.
I dart out into the hallway and toward the stairs, my gut twisting into agonizing knots, but I ignore the pain and pick up my pace. It’s only when I reach the upstairs level and stare into the elevator’s opening doors that I realize I’m unarmed.
Damn it.
Anton steps out wearing a black leather vest on top of his usual black shirt and slacks. He’s clean-shaven but his salt-and-pepper hair is slicked back in the ponytail he’s grown since retirement. It’s a demeanor that’s always commanded affection and respect, but not today.
I slow my steps, slow my breathing, and smooth my features into a mask of calm.
“Leroi.” His voice is deep and smooth, but his eyes are as sharp as ever. “Have I interrupted your workout?”
“What brings you to the city?” I ask.
“Let’s talk inside.”
My pulse quickens as I open the door to my apartment and let him in, hoping there’s nothing lying around to remind me of Seraphine. Sunlight reflects off the newly painted living room walls, making the space suspiciously bright.
Anton steps inside, his gaze wandering from side to side. I stay a step behind him, ready to grab his arm if he tries to reach for a gun. He stops by the dining table and turns to meet my eyes.