Truth In The Lie (The Leonidas Corporation Book 2)

by Tarina Deaton

  Once she was out of the line of fire, Devon took the brunt of the spray, except it hit him at the top of his chest instead of his face. He twisted knobs and pushed buttons until the spray turned off.

  “That wasn’t what I was going for.” He wiped water off his cheeks.

  Addison grinned. “That’s good to know. What were you trying to do?”

  “Turn off the top sprayer and turn on the lower sprayers.”

  “Middle knob.” She pointed to the correct one.

  “This one?” He turned it, and the water switched to the four jets on either side of the shower.

  He scrubbed both hands over his face and slicked his hair back. “Well. So much for my artful seduction.”

  “Is that what you were trying to do?” she asked with a chuckle.

  His gaze dropped to her breasts. Even in the steamy shower, her nipples puckered under his perusal.

  He licked his lips. “Yeah.”

  “Wanna try again?” She stepped into the spray with him, sliding her hands from his abs, up and over his chest, to his shoulders and down his arms. Taking his hands, she placed them on her breasts.

  The squeeze might have been reflex, but his thumbs circling was not. They pressed and rubbed, causing the sensitive tips to tingle and tighten even more.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.

  He cradled her jaw and dropped his mouth to hers, kissing her gently. His languid tongue rubbed against hers and the tips of his fingers skimmed down her throat and chest, around her nipples, and down. Devon ran a finger around her navel before tracing them over her hips.

  His touch was so soft—barely a ghost of a whisper against her skin, like he was memorizing the shape of her body. Taking his time like he had all the time in the world. A complete contrast to earlier when he’d dug his fingers into her hips so hard.

  Addison didn’t know which one she preferred. Before had been hard and hot and exactly what she needed. Now, each skittering touch across her skin fueled her arousal like drops of kerosene on a low-burning fire.

  She had been concentrating on what he was doing to her and forgot about what she could do to him. No audience. No one judging her performance…except Devon, and she didn’t think he had any complaints.

  The hair at the center of his chest was short and rough. His small brown nipples were as puckered as hers and looked like they begged to be touched. She flicked one with the tip of her tongue. Sucking on it, she scraped her teeth against it.

  Devon groaned and dug his fingers into the meaty part of her ass. She grinned against his chest, kissing her way to the other nipple. He wasn’t as calm as he seemed.

  He palmed the back of her head. “Damn it, Addison. I’m trying to make this last.”

  She grasped his sack and rolled her fingers. He hissed through his teeth.

  “No one’s timing us, Devon. As long as we both come, I don’t care how long it lasts.”

  He rubbed his cock between her legs. “There’s no issue with me coming. It’s you I’m worried about.”

  Addison shuddered as the tip bumped against her clit. “Do you feel that? How wet I am?”

  His arm wrapped around her, and he dipped a finger into the cleft of her ass, pulling her closer.

  She gasped and widened her legs.

  “Yeah, I feel it,” he said against her lips. He pushed her against the wall of the shower. “Guide me in.”

  Wrapping her fist around his shaft, she stroked from head to base a few times before guiding him where she needed him.

  His other hand reached down and grabbed her leg behind her knee. “Lift your leg.”

  Addison wrapped her leg high around his waist as he crouched and surged up, seating himself deep in one thrust.

  She inhaled sharply and dropped her head against the tile. God, he was thick. As soaked as she was, it was still a tight fit. So deliciously tight.

  “Are you okay?” he asked.

  He stared down at her, his face inches from hers.

  “Yes.”

  Devon withdrew and slid forward, never breaking eye contact, and she gasped again. “You sure.”

  She clenched around him. “Very sure.”

  He groaned against her mouth and thrust into her again. His movements were measured and even, but he pressed hard each time he pushed forward.

  Her hands roamed his body—over the tight globes of his ass, up his chest and shoulders. She couldn’t get enough. Couldn’t get close enough.

  “More,” she said.

  “Fuck. Addy.” He sped up.

  Every time he hit bottom, she tilted her hips to meet him, but it still wasn’t enough. That warmth in the center of her core was building but slowly. She knew if she chased it too hard, she’d lose it.

  “Devon.” She needed more.

  “Hold on.” He lifted her other leg around his hips and slammed into her.

  “Yes.” That was what she needed. Devon’s pubic bone hit her clit each time. He adjusted his grip, and the angle of his thrusts changed so the head of his cock hit the front of her sheath.

  “Oh, God. Don’t stop!”

  It built fast and exploded through her quicker than she expected. Not quite as hard as when he’d fucked her on the bed but surprising in its intensity. She could feel the waves rolling through as her muscles spasmed. Squeezing her eyes closed, she clenched tight around him, unable to do anything except ride it out.

  “Ah, fuck!” Somehow, he laid her on the shower floor. With her legs still wrapped around his hips, he pounded into her, losing all finesse. With a shout, he thrust forward and rounded his back. His strokes shortened until he seated himself tight and shuddered.

  Water swirled around them, and the only sounds were the patter of water on the tile and their heavy breathing.

  Devon rested his head against hers. “We forgot the condom again.”

  “I’m on birth control and I’m clean.” She couldn’t stop touching him, running her hands up and down his back and shoulders.

  “I’m clean, too.” He rose up on his elbows and brushed a strand of hair away from her face. “I want to stay here—inside you, not in the shower—but we should probably check in with Paige and Graham.”

  That sobered her up instantly. Guilt rushed through her as fast as her orgasm had. For one blissful moment, she’d forgotten where they were and why. And yet she still wouldn’t have traded that moment.

  He must have read her thoughts. “Sorry I spoiled the moment.”

  “You didn’t spoil it. Reality had to intrude at some point.”

  “When we get out of here, we’ll find a moment with no intrusions.”

  Chapter 16

  Devon knocked on Paige and Graham’s door and glanced at Addison again while they waited. She’d been quiet the entire time they’d cleaned up and gotten dressed. Oh, she’d kissed him back when he kissed her, but he knew she was holding herself back. He just didn’t know if it was because she had her head on the mission and her brother, or because she was regretting what they’d done.

  The only regret he had was that it had happened under these circumstances. Any other situation, he’d still have her in bed. But they both had roles to play.

  The door swung open, and Graham filled the opening. He scanned Devon up and down.

  “Well, you don’t look any worse for wear. I hear I missed quite the show,” he said, stepping out of the way.

  Devon gave a short nod and ushered Addison into the room. If that was all the grief he was going to get, he’d take it.

  Connie and Paige sat on a love seat across the room. Connie gave him an appreciative once-over and raised her eyebrows suggestively. Paige refused to look at him.

  “What?” he asked.

  She actually held up a hand and turned her head. “I can’t look at you right now. I probably won’t be able to until I bleach my brain. I need to find a Man in Black to erase my memory. Preferably Chris Hemsworth.”

  Addison sat in one of the chairs across from the lovese
at. “What’s the plan for the rest of the afternoon?”

  He could kiss her for getting right to the point. Actually, he could kiss her period.

  “I’ll ask to use the computer after lunch,” Paige said. “Angie put some dummy files on the thumb drive for me to send to an email she set up. No doubt Tsarevna will check the computer to see what I did on it.”

  “Is she going to find the program?” Devon asked.

  Graham shook his head. “According to Angie, the program will run automatically in the background as soon as the thumb drive is inserted in the computer.”

  “How will we know if she gained access?” Addison asked.

  “Through an app on my phone,” Paige said. “It looks like a game, but it’s a hidden messaging program.”

  “Like that calculator app kids used to hide photos?” Addison asked.

  “Basically, yes.”

  “Cool.”

  “Once Angie verifies she can access the security system, she’ll send an update through the app,” Graham said. “Christian, Jeremy, Turner, and Harrison will get the same update. We’ll be able to coordinate the extraction with everyone. They’re on standby so, if all goes well, we’ll get Braedon and Michael out tonight.”

  Addison leaned forward and rested her head in her hands.

  Devon sat on the arm of the chair and rubbed her back. “What’s the plan for the rest of us while Paige is sending emails?”

  “We’re going to scope out the perimeter of the castle—as much as we can,” Graham said. “If we can find the entrance to the tunnel, we’ll mark it to make it easier for Tinker and Jane to find.”

  “What about after?” Addison asked. “How are we getting out of here?”

  “All we have now are the basics,” Graham said in a low voice. “Get Braedon and Michael out. Exfil through the tunnel, if possible. Boat back to Odesa, plane to Germany.”

  “That sounds like a gross oversimplification of the mission,” Addison said.

  “It is,” Paige said. “Right now, there are a lot of unknowns. I haven’t seen any armed security, but that doesn’t mean Tsarevna’s ‘staff’ aren’t carrying. I’ve seen a few cameras, but there could be many more that we don’t know about. We don’t know if there is security on the perimeter.”

  “So, we’re going to wing it. You can say we’re winging it,” Addison said.

  “Not if we can help it. That’s why Paige needs to get access to the computer and why we need to do recon this afternoon,” Devon added.

  Her back rose and fell under his palm, and she nodded shortly.

  “Improvise, adapt, overcome,” Graham said. “We’ve done more with less information. We’ll get everyone out of here in one piece.”

  Connie checked her watch. “We should go down to lunch. Dinner tonight is going to be formal. If she follows her usual schedule of events, there will be a floor show after dinner. Attendance is expected—participation is optional but again, highly encouraged.”

  “Oh, joy,” Addison said.

  “I think you’ll be exempt this go ’round,” Connie said.

  “Thank God.” Paige dramatically threw herself over the arm of the sofa. “No offense, Addison, but I don’t want to see any more naked Devon. There are just things I shouldn’t know about co-workers.”

  “You’re never going to let this go, are you?” Devon asked.

  Paige stood and smoothed down her skirt. “Nope. I’ve already shared it in the group chat. Just be glad I was too traumatized to take pictures.”

  Graham slapped him on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, I drew one.”

  “You weren’t even there.”

  “I used my imagination. Sorry, Addison, I took artistic license and replaced you with a sumo wrestler.”

  That coaxed a small smile from her. “Woe is me. I don’t think I’ll ever recover from the slight.”

  “I’ll see what I can do next time,” Graham said.

  “No,” Devon said. “No next time. No more pictures. No more public nakedness.”

  “Okay.” Graham smirked.

  “Tsarevna seemed pretty disappointed you weren’t there. Maybe she’ll make you get naked. Then I can draw pictures.”

  “Bring it on, Picasso.”

  “Children!” Paige glared at them from the door to the room, one hand on her hip and the other on the handle. “Don’t make me separate you.”

  He and Graham looked at Paige and then each other. “Yes, mother,” they said in unison.

  Paige stared up at the ceiling. “I don’t get paid enough for this.”

  She flung the door open and stormed through.

  “Just make sure you get my proportions right,” Graham said, walking out after Paige.

  “I need a can of Vienna sausage for comparison!” Devon called after him.

  “Wait.” Connie stopped them from following Paige and Graham. “Devon, at lunch and dinner, you need to walk two to three paces behind Addison. Hands behind your back, eyes down. Lunch is informal, but you need to seat her at the table and then wait for her to tell you to sit.”

  “Really?” Addison asked. “He’s not a dog.”

  “No, he’s not. What he’s supposed to be is a submissive, and there may be subs sitting at their Dommes’ feet like dogs. I realize this is a crash course in a lifestyle you’re not in any way familiar with, but trust me. This is the basic behavior expected of a submissive at this party.”

  Addison bit the corner of her lip and looked up at him. Devon shrugged. As long as he wasn’t trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey and put on display in the center of the table, he didn’t really care.

  “What about while we’re walking around outside?” he asked.

  “Act how you normally would, but inside the castle—especially around other people—you need to play your roles.”

  “How am I supposed to address him?” Addison asked. “Or him me?”

  “He should call you Mistress, like he did earlier. You can address him however you like.” Connie glanced between the two of them. “You both did really well earlier. I know Paige and Graham are giving you crap, but for newbies and virtual strangers, that scene was really well done. Neither of you have any experience in the life?”

  “Outside of reading erotic romance, no,” Addison said.

  “My porn collection is fairly standard,” Devon said.

  “Well, keep doing what you’re doing,” Connie told them.

  They stared after her for several moments. The silence was bordering on uncomfortable.

  Before he could ask if she was ready to go to lunch, Addison whispered, “I don’t know if I can keep doing this. Are you okay with this?”

  He brushed the backs of his fingers along her chin. “You’ve got this. Just imagine you’re ordering around brand new butter bars fresh out of OCS.”

  That got him a quick smile. “I’m sorry ahead of time,” she said.

  “For what?”

  “Because when we walk out of this room, I’m going to be the bitchiest bitch that ever bitched.”

  He grinned. “Lead the way.”

  Addison took a deep breath and marched out the door. Devon pulled it shut behind him and fell in behind her, arms behind his back, eyes on the backs of her shoes. The off-white pants she’d changed into hugged her hips and ass. He didn’t mind having to trail behind her at all.

  They entered the dining room—more formal than the room where they’d had breakfast. Addison paused just inside the entrance. Taking a chance, he glanced up and scanned the room. A table stretched almost the entire length of the room and damned if there wasn’t a man wearing a collar and leash around his neck sitting on the floor next to a woman.

  Devon’s butt cheeks clenched when he saw the man had a tail. Considering he was naked except for the collar, it didn’t look like a clip-on. Other men stood behind chairs, some knelt next to them, one woman sat on the lap of one man while another fed her.

  In the pale blue button-down shirt and black slacks, Devon felt o
verdressed compared to the other men in the room since the vast majority of them wore little to no clothing.

  Addison stopped behind a chair next to Paige. He pulled it out and then helped her scoot in. And waited.

  Several moments later, she snapped her fingers and shook her head. “Hello? Food?”

  Devon startled, but recovered quickly. “Yes, Mistress.”

  “Get plates for Paige and Connie as well,” she said.

  He nodded and went to the food-laden tables set up along the side of the room. Under normal circumstances, he’d ask what she wanted but since he should know what she liked, being her toy and all, he selected food he thought she’d want based on the few meals they’d had together. He fixed additional plates for Connie and Paige and carried them back to the table, setting them in front of the ladies.

  “Where’s mine?” Graham asked with a shit-eating grin.

  Devon’s mouth pinched, and he glared at his boss.

  “You can get your own,” Addison said. “Devon needs to feed me before he eats. Sit.” She pointed at the chair next to her.

  Devon smirked at Graham before pulling out the chair next to Addison. He spread a cloth napkin on her lap and cut a small piece of prime rib to feed her.

  Watching the fork slide sensuously from between her lips had his cock tenting his pants within seconds. He would never describe himself as submissive, but he understood the appeal of this lifestyle. Maybe not the dog tail butt plug part, but serving someone, seeing to their needs, making them happy…that he got. Aside from walking behind Addison and assuming a submissive pose, he wasn’t doing anything he wouldn’t do if they were in a real relationship.

  If they were in an actual relationship, he’d go to the ends of the earth to make her happy.

  “Tsarevna?” Paige stopped the woman as she passed. “Would it be possible to use your computer after lunch? I’d like to finish my work so I can enjoy the rest of the afternoon.”

  “Of course,” she said. “I’ll have one of my staff escort you. Is thirty minutes enough time to finish your lunch?”

  “Plenty of time, thank you.”