Page 32 of Palace of Betrayal

“I still believe there’s something there but whether they’re the ones going to auction, I don’t know. I need to speak with my boss and have some background checks done.”

“Are you saying you don’t believe Alain is dead?”

Despite everything Bebe was suggesting he still hoped that was the case. That he was an alive traitor sat better on his soul than the thought of him being an innocent dead man.

“Maybe.”

“Is it wrong that I want him to be alive?”

His hand shook as he placed it on the window ledge and looked out at the view before him. His eyes didn’t see any of it as he travelled over his memories and the times he and his cousin had played as kids in this palace.

A warm body crushed to his back as her arms came around and crossed over his chest. Leo lifted his free hand and placed it over her hand on his chest. He needed this closeness, this woman to stabilise him. She’d become his safety net in a sea wild with sharks and storms.

“No, Leo, of course not. No matter what happens, you and Alain have a past filled with laughter and fun. It’s natural you don’t want him to be dead. He’s your family.”

“And if he and my uncle have betrayed us?”

“Then you’ll always have the memories and those are pure.”

His mind turned that over as he thought of his father and the strides they’d made today. It had just been lunch, but it felt like so much more. Like a truce had been called or maybe not a truce, a cease-fire on his part. His father hadn’t started the rift between them, that had been all him. This woman who’d flown into his life to end a traitor was fixing things she wasn’t even aware of.

“My father really likes you. He’ll be crushed when he finds out this is all fake.”

He turned in her arms and caught the sadness on her face at his words before she could hide it.

Lifting her eyes, she held his gaze, her brown eyes reflecting his own uncertainty. “Is it all fake, Leo?”

He closed his eyes as her breath hitched and he wanted to say no, to tell her that for him this was as real as any relationship he’d ever had. That she’d brought something out in him that he’d never expected to feel.

His hands travelled over her waist and cupped her ass as he lifted her, encouraging her to wrap her legs around his hips. He backed her against the wall and felt her breath shudder from her body as she ran her hand over his cheek.

Dipping his head, he feathered her lips with his own. “No, Bebe, it’s not all fake.”

He wanted to tell her none of it was fake, but he knew an admission like that would do neither of them any good. So, he kissed her, telling her with his body what he couldn’t put into words.

Her tongue flicked at the seam of his lips, and he opened for her, their tongues duelling for dominance. He ground his cock against the warmth of her pussy, and she groaned into his mouth. Her hands reached for his belt as her heels dug into his ass and his cock ached to be inside her.

“I want to fuck you against this wall.”

“Yes.”

He licked at her lips, his teeth nipping her bottom lip as her hand tunnelled into his boxers, her small hand gripping his length. Bebe stroked him from root to tip and he thought for a second he’d cum in his pants like a thirteen-year-old boy. Leo gritted his teeth as he pulled away to look at her, the dazed lust the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.

He pulled her hand away from his aching dick and kissed her palm as he held her arms up against the wall. His body was the only thing holding her up as he explored her with his free hand and mouth.

The tiny buttons on the dress popped as he tore at the fabric like a man possessed. He needed to touch warm, soft skin. Bebe tugged at his tie and the buttons of his shirt until she was running her hands over his chest, her nails biting against his skin making him shudder in pleasure.

Pushing aside the edges of her dress, he exposed the cream lace bra that barely concealed her gorgeous tits. His thumb stroked over the pebbled nipple, and he watched her eyes close in pleasure as she bit her bottom lip.

“Fucking hell, that’s sexy.”

A flirty smile creased her lips. “You gonna fuck me or not?”

The challenge in her tone brought out his dominant side. She may be a deadly assassin who took no prisoners, but in here, he was in charge. “That mouth’s going to get you in trouble.”

“Promises, promises.”

The sexual tension in the room was so palpable he could almost touch it, it was so thick, and he realised they both needed this. This moment in time where there was nothing but pleasure.