She-The-Devil.
1028 Words
Nirvana leaned back against the leather seat, her legs crossed, fingers lightly tracing the hem of her dress. "Let's go to High City Condos," she said, her voice dripping with something unspoken.
Gianni nodded in the driver’s seat without question.
RayNe, however, wasn’t so easily convinced. He studied her, the way she smirked like she was up to something. His instincts had never failed him before, and right now, they told him she was playing a game.
He leaned in, watching her eyes flicker with something he couldn’t quite place. She turned, and their lips almost collided.
"What the hell are you doing?" she asked, pulling back, her breath slightly unsteady.
RayNe didn’t answer. He just looked at her..long, deep, penetrating. Like he was peeling away every layer of her mind with his gaze alone.
Then, in one swift movement, he grabbed her, pulling her onto his lap.
"You p*****t! Let me go!" she squirmed, trying to push off his chest.
But the sudden shade of red on her face betrayed her. And worse..she could feel him. Hard. Huge. Pressed right against her. Her breath hitched, her thighs clenching involuntarily.
RayNe’s lips ghosted her earlobe, his breath hot, teasing.
"You've been playing with me all night," he murmured.
Her spine stiffened. "I don't know what you're talking about." She avoided his eyes.
If only she knew. Every single move she had made tonight..from the way she spoke, to the way she walked, to the way she danced..had driven him insane.
He didn’t give her another second to protest. His lips crashed onto hers, urgent, needy, possessive.
She gasped, her fingers curling against his suit. He took advantage of it, deepening the kiss, tilting her chin up so he could taste her more. Her wrists were trapped in his firm grip, his hold unyielding.
The kiss was wild, intoxicating, the kind that left no space for second thoughts. Nirvana had never been kissed like this before. Especially by him.
He was her first. And damn it, he was the only man who had ever kissed her like this.
Her taste was lethal..sweet like expensive French wine, yet dangerous like a slow-acting poison. RayNe groaned against her mouth, his hands letting go of her wrists only to slide behind her, fingers gripping her ass, pulling her closer.
She whimpered into his mouth, and he swallowed it whole.
The car ride blurred into a mess of heated kisses, teasing hands, and breathless gasps. By the time they reached High City Condos, Nirvana’s lips were swollen, her mind hazy, her body screaming for something she wasn’t sure she was ready for.
RayNe carried her out of the car, ignoring Gianni’s knowing smirk.
"Shut the f**k up," RayNe muttered as he pushed through the private elevator doors.
"Didn’t say anything," Gianni chuckled.
Nirvana groaned against his chest. "You’re embarrassing."
"I haven’t even started yet," RayNe smirked, stepping into the penthouse.
The moment the doors shut behind them, he pinned her against the wall.
"You're mine, Nirvana," he whispered, his forehead resting against hers. "Tell me to stop now, or I swear to God, I won’t."
Her pulse raced.
Silence.
Then, her lips curled.
"I dare you to try."
RAyNe watched as Nirvana pushed him off just as Gianni walked in. His jaw clenched, his glare sharp enough to cut through steel. "Wrong f*****g timing, Gianni."
Gianni raised a brow, clearly unfazed. "My bad, boss."
Nirvana cleared her throat, smoothing the creases on her dress. "I said I was going to get info from Clement Holt another way. Here’s how."
Both men straightened, their full attention on her now.
"His only child, Olivia Holt, lives in one of the condo apartments here. Olivia is one thing Clement doesn’t joke with."
Gianni tilted his head. "Still doesn’t explain how, 'cause I know Olivia doesn’t have what we need."
"No, but Clement does. And Clement would give anything in exchange for Olivia." Nirvana's voice was cool, calculated.
RAyNe studied her, his sharp eyes picking up something more beneath her words. This wasn’t just about the job. There was something personal buried in this for her.
She extended a hand towards him, palm up. "Give me the gun."
RAyNe hesitated for only a second before pulling it from his waistband and placing it in her hand. She slipped it back into the strap around her thigh, adjusting her dress with effortless confidence.
"Come find me in 211 in five minutes." With that, she turned and strutted out of the room, her heels clicking against the marble floors.
Gianni let out a low whistle. "Damn, she’s got balls."
RAyNe exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah. And I’m starting to think she’s got her own score to settle."
Five minutes later, RAyNe and Gianni moved toward room 211. The hallway was dimly lit, the ambiance quiet except for the occasional hum of distant voices from other apartments.
RAyNe knocked once. The door opened immediately, and he stepped in to see Olivia Holt bound and gagged on the floor, her eyes wide with pure fury and fear.
Nirvana stood over her, completely unbothered, a smirk playing at her lips. "Took you long enough."
Gianni let out a low chuckle. "I gotta admit, I’m impressed. How the hell did you get her out so fast?"
Nirvana leaned against the table, crossing one leg over the other. "Please, she practically walked into my hands. All it took was a little performance. A few tears, a fake sob story about Adrian breaking me and bam—she invited me in, thinking she was about to get the upper hand."
RAyNe crouched beside Olivia, tilting her chin up with two fingers. "Poor little princess. Bet daddy’s gonna s**t himself when he finds out."
Olivia made a muffled sound of rage, her eyes shooting daggers at Nirvana. Nirvana only grinned. "Not so fun being the one trapped, is it?"
Gianni chuckled. "So, what now? We just wait for daddy to come running?"
RAyNe stood up, rolling his shoulders. "Oh, he’ll come running. And when he does, we’ll make sure he gives us everything we need."
Nirvana’s smile never wavered. "And then some."
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