Kat and Mouse (12 page)

Flynn
…

Ravenous want pooled in Katrina’s core. The only man to give her what she truly hungered for. The only man to break her heart. Twice.

“Forget him.” Abaddon’s whisper tickled her ear. Katrina didn’t know how the man knew what—
who
—was in her head. The surreal sensations of three pairs of hands on her body, of hot, wet lips worshipping her even as they took from her the will to force them off, denied her the ability to form coherent thought.

She felt like she was drowning in lust.

“Then drown.”

The murmured command from Abaddon sent a wave of salacious heat through her body and her knees gave away.

She slumped and Abaddon caught her, lifting her feet from the floor, one arm under her knees the other her back.

The unseen hands and mouths ravishing her body disappeared. All that existed was the mysterious man from
The Wicked Lynx
and his blazing blue eyes.

“Capitulation. Such a delicious thing to discover in a police officer.”

Abaddon’s whispered statement should have made Katrina hiss with fury. Should have made her smash her fist to his chiselled jaw. Should have made her want her gun. But instead, it made her pussy flutter and her eyes close. Languid fingers of warmth spread out from the mask, down her body, pinching her nipples in eager want. Her pussy fluttered again, more demanding, and she pressed her thighs together.
Oh, where are you, O’Lauchlan? What is going on
?

“Let me show you…”

She felt Abaddon move through the crowd, felt new hands caress her limbs and torso as he went.

Stop him. Stop him
.

The cried order flooded her mind. Just as Abaddon’s lips found her neck. He drew her flesh into his mouth, nipping with teeth that somehow felt pointed, and Katrina sucked in a sharp breath, letting her head fall further back, granting the man greater access. Why should she stop him? When he made her feel…

The sounds of the ball, the sounds of partying guests and the familiar rhythm of a song about blue shoes made of suede faded, becoming a faint ghost in her head. She opened her eyes and found herself in a secluded alcove, the muted lights casting the room in deep shadows.

With a fluid grace that made her shiver with anticipation, Abaddon lowered her to her feet, his blazing blue eyes locked on hers. “I know what you want, Ms O’Lauchlan.”

Katrina stared at him, a twist of anger tightening in her chest. “How?”

His cerulean stare burned brighter from behind the devil’s mask. “I’ve told you that already. Because I know
everything
about you.” His arms slid around her torso, his hands finding her arms and lifting them slowly above her head. His cock a long, thick rod against her belly, his hips pushed into hers. She took a step back, her breath catching and her nipples pinching harder, even as her mind—that ever so distant, rational cop’s mind she so valued—told her to kick him in the balls and ram her knee into his chin.

Abaddon chuckled, white teeth flashing. “Why would you do that, when I’m just about to do this?”

His hips pushed her back again, his hands snaking up her forearms to press her wrists to something cool and soft yet firm as well. A dull click sounded in the room.

And Katrina’s eyes snapped open.

He’d cuffed her.

Blue eyes flared, the devil’s mask appearing less artificial with each second. “Not cuffs, my delectable pussy cat.” He ground his rigid cock to her belly, rubbing its length against her mons in slow, languid strokes. “Shackles.”

Cold rage and blistering, shameful excitement roared through her. She flung her stare up at her wrists, seeing them encased in thick leather bands with shiny silver locking mechanisms attached to a thick silver chain hanging from the ceiling.

“No key is required to release you,” Abaddon went on, trailing his fingers down the extended line of her arms until they brushed the tops of her breasts. “Just a simple word from me. So it is pointless trying to tug free.”

“Let me go.”

Abaddon chuckled, sliding his hands entirely over the swell of her breasts. He kneaded them gently, capturing her nipples between his knuckles immediately. “That’s not what you want, Ms O’Lauchlan.” He pinched the exposed nubs and a sizzling jolt of concentrated pleasure shot into Katrina’s pussy. “Is it.”

Katrina sank her nails into her palms, doing every thing in her power to fight off the waves of wanton hunger trying to consume her. She didn’t want this. Not from this man. So why did every fibre in her being quiver and ache for his touch. “What have you done to me?”

He chuckled again. “The mask releases you, Ms O’Lauchlan. Let’s your desire run free when you would have it hobbled and imprisoned. Nothing that powerful should be contained, my little cat.” He pinched her nipples and ground his cock against her. “As you will soon see.”

Hot tension shot through her, making her gasp. She bucked, her pussy clenching along with her fists. “Take it off.”

“You do not mean that, Ms O’Lauchlan.”

Katrina jerked on the shackles, glaring at the masked man before her, her sex heavy with hunger. “Take. It. Off.”

Abaddon smiled slowly, pushing his hips harder to hers. “Tell me…” His foot smacked against the inside of her right ankle with brutal force, knocking her legs wider apart with an abrupt jolt. “To suck…” He kicked at her left ankle, spreading her legs even further. “Your…” He rammed his cock to her groin and pinched her nipples with punishing strength. “Tits.”

Dark rapture smashed through her. Flooded her sex. She lifted her chin, fixing Abaddon with a level look. “No.”

Low chuckle making her pulse quicken, he snake around her body, pressing his to her back and his rigid cock to her butt. “Defiant,” he whispered in her ear, his lips caressing her flesh as he scooped one breast into his hand. He smoothed his other hand down the length of her torso, over her tummy and between her spread thighs, slipping his fingers under the narrow triangle of latex that was her g-string until they found the swollen lips of her pussy. “Defiant, but so very, very wet.”

“Let me go,” Katrina ground out from between gritted teeth, feeling awash in squirming heat.

Abaddon’s hand on her breast skimmed up to her chin and, fingers cruel and inescapable, he twisted her head to the side, nibbling on her ear with ungentle care. “Tell me to suck your tits,” he ordered, the words barely more than a breath.

Unable to stop herself, Katrina pushed her hips to the fingers stroking her throbbing clit. “No.”

Teeth bit at her ear lobe and she gasped, the pain igniting a carnal lust both frightening and compelling. “Tell me.”

“Go fuck yourself.”

Abaddon ground his cock to her arse. “Then tell
him
.” And with that, he turned her head back to facing forward and Katrina’s stare fell upon the man standing before her. Watching them. Silent. Still. The man she’d seen threading his way through the ball guests earlier. The man all in black. The man she thought was…

Flynn

The Mouse
.

She sucked in a sharp breath, a bolt of liquid electricity stabbing into her pussy.

 Eyes like wild moss and fresh soil stared at her from behind a black mask that seemed to absorb light. He stood perfectly still, the only sign he had any awareness of the scene before him the slight flaring of nostrils on a nose both strong and commanding.

God, it
was
Flynn.

And he moved exactly like The Mouse.

Exactly. As though they were one and the same.

Katrina stared at him, and suddenly—seeing him shrouded in shadows, like those found in a darkened mansion or museum or jewellery store—it all became clear.

Abaddon rolled the pad of his finger over her clit, breath scalding the flesh of her neck as he slid his hand from her chin down to capture her left breast again. “Quite a surprise, isn’t it.” He pinched her nipple, and a shard of painful pleasure ricocheted down to her throbbing sex. “Tell
him
, my little captured pussy cat, to suck your tits. Tell the man you’ve hunted for so many years to take one of your nipples into his deceptive, lying mouth and suck.”

Green-flecked eyes held her frozen. Eyes that betrayed no emotion whatsoever but spoke volumes all the same. God, she loved him. She was a bloody fool but she loved him.

Abaddon ground his finger to her clit. Squeezed her breast and twisted her nipple. “Tell him.”

Katrina pulled in a shallow breath, pleasure and guilt turning her blood to a surging river of conflict. Her lips parted. To ask her old lover if he really
was
Australia’s most notorious jewel thief? To tell both men to fuck off? To tell them both to fuck
her?

It didn’t matter. The second her lips moved, Flynn did.

He closed the distance between them in a single fluid move, grabbed the front of her corset and ripped it open.

Tiny metal pings filled the air like bullets as the corset’s eyehooks popped apart.

Her breasts tumbled free.

Katrina gasped. Her pussy flooded with cream. Seconds before Flynn—
The Mouse. God, he is The Mouse
—cupped each breast with savage hands and captured her right nipple with his mouth.

He sucked. Hard.

Katrina bowed sharply, ramming her pussy against Abaddon’s delving finger, thrusting her breasts to Flynn’s mouth and hands. She curled her hands around the taut chains stretching her arms above her head, needed to anchor herself in
some
way as wave after waver of dark pleasure consumed her.

Flynn’s mouth worked her nipple, drew it past his teeth until his molars ground against its rock-hard form. His fingers squeezed her breasts, pushing them together. She moaned, feeling his teeth on her right nipple and his fingers
and
Abaddon’s mauling her left. The combination made her head swim with hot shame. She bucked her hips forward and rolled her head backward, Abaddon’s lips scorching a line down her neck to the curve just above her collarbone. He plunged his finger deeper into her folds, his cock ramming against her arse cheeks with brutal insistence.

Drowning in rapture, Katrina sank her teeth into her bottom lip, fighting to control the cry of delight wanting to burst from her throat.

“I love to feel you fight yourself. It
feeds
me. Makes me stronger with each suppressed whimper.”

Abaddon’s whisper brushed her consciousness, even as a wave of raw arousal rolled through her, emanating from the mask. She stiffened. And then Flynn sank his fingers into her hips and jerked her forward, smashing his groin to hers, destroying any conscious thought completely.

Oh, I’m lost
…

Abaddon chuckled.
But what a find you are
…

He slid his finger from her sex and lifted it to her mouth, tracing it over her lips. The musky scent of her own juices filled her breath and, before she knew what she was doing, she flicked at his fingers with her tongue. Her sex pulsed, bereft of attention. As if he knew her despair, Flynn raked his left hand down her torso, past the edge of her g-string and plunged it between her thighs, stabbing one finger, than another into the sodden folds of her pussy.

Katrina gasped, and Abaddon invaded her mouth with his cream-slicked finger, smoothing his other hand from her breast to circle it around her neck. He rubbed his cock up and down between her arse cheeks, dry fucking her in purposeful strokes that stole her breath.

No. It’s not
his
cock that’s driving you insane. It’s Flynn’s mouth, his fingers
…