For a second, I think he’s going to kiss me.
“Lick your lips, sweetheart,” Blaze says, interrupting the moment.
I glare at him, and very pointedly lick my lips and swallow. “Hope you’re happy,” I hiss at him.
Blaze smirks at me. “You’re going to regret not playing nice with Asch yesterday.” He leans forward to pet my chin. “Better practice your blowjob skills, Pandora. Asch and I will get a lot of use out of you.”
Now that’s interesting.
I glance at Asch, and the red line on his shirt from my cut. Is that why Blaze went so hard on me?
They’re very close.
Anger flares up inside me again. Is Asch Blaze’s Rachel?
Maybe I need to do worse to Asch.
Asch finally releases me, sitting back on his heels. His eyes are dark, filled with a need of his own, and I wonder if he’s going to let Blaze have all the fun or if he’s going to try to get me back for cutting him.
“You want a turn?” Blaze asks. “Her mouth is pretty hot.”
Asch hesitates, then shakes his head. “Not this time.” He smiles at me, that almost boyish smile he’d given me the night before. “There will be a next time, though. She can blow me while you fuck her senseless.”
Looks like I was right about how much they reciprocate.
Men.
“You’re the ones who will regret this,” I tell them both, wiping at my eyes like I’m brushing away tears.
Blaze laughs and backs away. “I don’t think I will. Come on, Asch, let’s get out of here. Pandora can find her own way back.”
Asch brushes his lips against my forehead then gets up. “See you soon,” he promises.
I wait for them to walk out of sight, then I lay back on the floor. It takes all my willpower not to burst out laughing.
Shit.
Oh no.
I can’t believe I actually had fun with Blaze Bouchard.
I thought he was just another entitled crime heir I’ve met countlesstimes in my life, but there’s definitely something lurking behind those eyes, something familiar and dark.
I lick my lips, chasing the taste of Blaze’s cock.
Once I’ve caught my breath, I get up and search for my discarded knife. I test the sharp edge against the pad of my thumb, cutting enough to make a small bead of blood well up.
I’m here for a reason. My focus should be on finding Rachel’s killer.
Blaze Bouchard won’t win me over with these petty games.
I know his family has something to do with Rachel’s murder.
But if I get a bit of violent sex out of it in the process?
That won’t be the worst thing I’ve done for the sake of my goals.
4
