Illusive

I frowned. “What did he do?”


Her body was wracked with sobs as she tried to answer me. “He thinks I’m interested in other guys…and he just told me off…”

Fear was written all over her face, and I figured I knew the type of guy she was dating – the type who had no issues with pushing a female around. “Did he hurt you, Magan?” I demanded to know, my fist clenching.

Her eyes widened. “No…well, he did push me up against the wall, but he didn’t mean to hurt me!” She rushed to defend a guy who had no right being defended.

“Jesus.” I raked my fingers through my hair. “Has he done this kind of thing before?”

She shook her head. “No, Griff, he’s always been amazing. Like, he’s thoughtful, and caring, and he goes out of his way to always know where I am, and who I’m with so he knows I’m safe. He’s always made me feel special, like I’m the only girl in the world.”

“Have you got your phone?”

Frowning, she nodded. “Yes. Why?”

“Pass it here. I am gonna give you my number, and I want you to call me if he ever does this again.”

She stood staring at me, not moving, so I held my hand out, indicating she should give me the phone. Eventually, she did, and I keyed my number in.

Passing it back to her, I said firmly, “Magan, tell me you’re going to call me if shit goes bad. Guys like this don’t usually just do this type of thing once. And you never deserve to be treated that way. Ever.”

Nodding slowly, she said, “I will.”

I was only half convinced, but I let it go for now. “You sure you don’t want a lift home?”

“Yeah, I’m sure, but thank you,” she said before giving me one last glance, and walking away.

I watched her for a moment, and then headed to my bike. I had no doubt that asshole boyfriend of hers would threaten her again, but I’d be watching to make sure he never got away with doing that shit again.

Just before I headed out of the car park, my phone buzzed with a text.



Blade: The Bond hit failed. He’s still alive. I’m aiming to set up another.



Fuck.

But at least we had some time now that the trial had been delayed.

Another text came through.



Sophia: I’m ready for you, handsome.

Me: I’m on my way.

Sophia: If you’re gonna be a little while, maybe I should get started without you.

Me: Don’t you dare.

Sophia: But I’m so damn wet.

Me: Don’t test me, woman. Do not touch yourself.

Sophia: I love it when you’re bossy.



I’d just placed my phone away when it buzzed again.



Sophia: That being said, I also think you kinda like it when I defy you…



Jesus fuck.

I was beginning to think she didn’t need any help from Josie to learn all about the fine art of male manipulation.





25





Sophia



Griff stalked into my house with a determined look on his face. I sucked in a breath at the level of bossy that was radiating from him today.

I stood in my kitchen as he came down the hall, and my core clenched when he hooked his arm around my waist, pulled me to him, and growled, “Those text messages of yours today have earned you a lot of punishments, Sophia. Punishments that I may spread across days.”

Letting me go, he backed me up against the wall, and bent his lips to mine. His kiss was long and deep, and it had a sense of urgency to it. I moved my hands to the bottom of his t-shirt to take it off, but his hand stopped me. Lifting his face from mine, he said, “Not yet.” His voice had that bossy tone to it that signalled he meant business so I moved my hand away from him.

His gaze dropped to my chest, and he began unbuttoning my blouse. He undid it effortlessly, and a moment later opened it to reveal my body to him. Sliding my blouse over my shoulders, he let it fall to the floor as he bent his face to my breast. He pushed the cups of my bra to the sides and took one of my nipples in his mouth.

I dropped my head back against the wall and closed my eyes as he ran his lips and tongue over my skin. My fingers threaded through his hair, and I let out a soft moan.

He reached around and undid my bra, letting it join my blouse on the floor. Then he moved his hands to my skirt and stripped me of that, too. Finally, I stood in front of him naked except for my panties.

Dropping to his knees, he spread my legs apart and ran his hands up the insides of my legs until he reached my *. One hand then slid around to cup my ass, while he slipped his other hand into my panties to run his fingers through my wetness.

“Fucking beautiful,” he said before pulling my panties down.

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