All Chapters of Playing with the Enemy: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Jayden’s POV.Liam… Good man. I mused as he sauntered in.There’s no way he would have left the boy with me. Not after the sports club. Not in a million years.But I had also just confirmed something else.Leon didn’t know. Or, more accurately, Liam was not Leon’s man. His allegiance was to the boy’s father, even though he was clearly not sharing everything with Sir Sinclair, for his ward’s sake.Very good man; I ruminated as my secretary’s face flashed in my mind. I almost smiled.I shook my head mentally, and when my eyes focused, he was staring at me, hands in his pockets, shoulders rolling.I blinked and averted my gaze to the exit.I took a step forward, and he blocked my path with his body.I raised a brow.“What?” I asked, barely able to keep the irritation out of my tone.“You don’t seem happy to see me,” he droned. I nearly closed my eyes; that fucking voice of his should be illeg

By five p.m., it was time to part ways.I walked them both to their car.As Liam drove away and Adrian sank low in the back seat, I placed my hands in my pockets. My phone buzzed.“Was that good enough?” Bash droned into my ear.“Excellent, sonofabitch!”He laughed.“See you next week.”“Sure thing, and thank you, man.”“Anytime, shit-face.”He hung up. I smiled into the distance.==========Leon’s POV.Something is up with Jade. I can’t put my finger on it, but it’s there, and it’s in my fucking face, I mused.How could he kiss me like that? Where did he get the balls? Fuck! Those eyes of his! Shit! I wanted to take him with me. Drag him by the fucking hair all the way to the car and bang him as the driver took us to my home. Then I would have had him dragged out, naked, and locked to my bed where I would have him till he begged me to stop. Then

From my research an hour earlier, I had confirmed that the product Leon had delivered for auction was heading in different directions.Some to black market organ traders, some to very tightly organized sex traders, some to underworld crime organizations to serve one, both, or other capacities, and two were heading to families; homes, as what, I didn’t need to care.This could not be the first, nor would it be the last of such dirty business Leon was into. This, hell, half of this, could get him sentenced to prison for the rest of his natural life.But he had money and connections. There were at least fifty ways he could wriggle out of anything anybody presented in a court of law.That was the problem with courts and laws: too many loopholes.I had to get inside Leon’s home, his office, his world – without touching anything there. I had already been burned thirteen years ago; I didn’t need to experience what the upgraded version of this devil could

Externally, my breath caught, and my chin trembled; my hands were shaking.That thing inside me that I avoided, most of the time, stirred; that inexplicable rage that reared its head when I felt someone challenge me. Dared me.I wanted to break him. I wanted to make Leon Ralis bow at my feet.The heat was rising. I wanted to conquer this madman. Make him unable to live without me.I pushed off the wall, my arms wrapping around his firm waist. He gasped lightly as I lifted him to my eye level; his toes were still on the ground, but it was a move I had never done, never dared to do, in the past.But I was heady. Giddy. I was losing my grip.The me I kept hidden, buried, that I thought was gone, was overtaking the me who exercised control from morning to night, every day of my life, to keep myself on the right side of crazy.Nobody moved me like this demon.Nobody.I was that boy again. But this was not the love of the past

He was staring me down. Me.I gasped. He covered my lips with his, and I drank from him. My head was spinning.Nobody treated me like this.I was jerking. My hips were pumping up, but he wasn’t touching me – he wasn’t letting me reach him. I couldn’t reach his body. His mouth on mine did everything.I was sweating, and we hadn't done anything but kiss.God! Am I going to die like this?! I wondered, my heart pounding against my ribs as I swallowed every drop of his saliva that rolled over my burning tongue.Something light brushed my throbbing shaft. I whimpered. He moaned into me.My eyes shot open, but it was no use. Only the side of his face and the ceiling were visible. I pulled my legs closer, but his large thigh was still blocking me.I was naked, exposed, and he was working me.Working me in ways I had never taught him.This was my man. My grown, matured, long-lost man, who had done things and peopl