My throat thickens so my voice comes out a rasp.
“Harder. D-deeper. So I’ll feel it after you’re gone.”
His lips press together, keeping back other words, words he knows he can’t say and my soul turns a little bit darker because of it.
I gyrate up to meet his harder, deeper thrusts but he still keeps that slow, steady pace that’s starting to unravel me, to drive me wild. It should take longer for me to come after the ones I’ve already had tonight but something about this, this connection has warmth spreading fast and sure from the base of my spine. When he feels the first flutters of it pulsing around him, he groans.
“Yes. Yes, give me what’s mine, baby. Give me it all. Come for me, Blue.”
His partial claiming of me sets it off and this orgasm is nothing like the ones from earlier. It’s a deep, whole-body feeling that will stay with me and torture me every time I think about it.
“Fuck, fuck!”
Black’s body gets heavier on me as he grinds down and jerks with his orgasm as his release spills into me. It prolongs mine causing rolling aftershocks that make my whole body hum.
“Fuck, Blue. Fucking you is like a drug. Can’t…get…enough.”
His brow furrows as his eyelids get heavy and he slowly turns his head to the side. I turn mine to look too and see both Red and Green passed out, breathing heavily. His head swings back to meet my gaze.
“Blue?”
“Black?”
“Did…you…drug…me? Fu…Blu…”
And then his body drops fully on mine and I just let myself sink into the bed with his weight on top of me. I’m a sneaky thief so I wrap my arms around him and steal some comfort and a cuddle that I don’t deserve. I give myself a few minutes to soak him in, dragging my palms over the hard ridges of his back while staring up at the ceiling with a blank expression.
I go over the conversation we had earlier while I was sitting on the counter in the kitchen. I didn’t lie to him. This gig is almost over and it started with the temp work. Every big corporation needs temp workers to fill in for staff on holidays or sick leave. It was easy to get a temp job in that pharmaceutical company. Even easier to sit quietly at my temporary desk and in the breakroom listening to all the details I needed to make this happen. There’s nothing more that secretaries like to do than gossip. Especially gossip about bosses they can’t stand.
It took me exactly three days to learn about the asshole CEO and his major paranoia of the SEC coming after him which led to him keeping millions in his safe at home as part of his bug-out plan.
Two days later, ignoring the contempt in their voices as they spoke, I overheard about this trip of his and how he tried to make his personal assistant housesit for them. The smart girl claimed she had surgery booked so she wasn’t stuck with the job.
What helped make it so easy was that not one of those people remembered the devastated, sobbing girl that security threw out of the building when she came to beg and plead for the medicine her dying mother needed. Medicine that the CEO bought the patent to and jacked the price up by three hundred percent, making thousands of people unable to afford it and die. All it took was a change of hair color, a different dress style, and a pair of fake glasses and they looked right past her. Fuck…them…all.
That devastated girl couldn’t afford that medicine because the mother of that girl scrimped and saved every dime while working herself to the bone to make sure her daughter got the education she needed for a better life. But the daughter didn’t want a better life. She just wanted her mom back. So, she used that education in computer sciences for a different path…revenge.
I slide from underneath Black and roll him over so his head is on a pillow and wiggle off the bed. I move quickly now, the vial was meant to be one dose for one person so it won’t last long to keep them knocked out and I have work to do.
I go to the closet to grab my bag and pull on a pair of ripped jeans with a black hoodie before I shove all my hair under a baseball cap. I clear the bathroom of my things and pull a notepad and pen from my bag, scribbling a quick note and then ripping it off to place on the pillow beside Black’s head.
I swing my bag to my shoulder, snatch my copy of Wuthering Heights from the shelf, give the nanny cam the finger, and go to the door. I pause there with my hand on the knob and breath out. And then…I don’t look back when I step through and close it behind me. That’s how I survive another day.
I race up the stairs to the third floor and burst into Mr. Douchebag’s office. A wide grin spreads across my face when I swing back the painting on the wall and a green light and popped open huge safe door greets me. I peel off the device that’s been working on cracking it since I got here and give it a kiss before dropping it into my bag. I pull out a much bigger folded-up bag from inside and get to work.
My arm snakes into the safe and I start dragging the piles of money out into the bigger bag. When the money is all removed, I pull velvet boxes and bags out and drop them in too. It’sthe ultimate Halloween haul of treats. My greedy fingers close around the stack of files and thick envelopes. This here is the real goal, the real trick. Everything else inside was just the bonus treat. I know I’ll find everything I need to feed to the authorities in this stack to send that motherfucker to jail. Hopefully, he doesn’t take anal as well as I do. I hope they rip his asshole to shreds. It’s the least he deserves.
With the safe cleared out, I leave the safe door open and the painting hanging wide on its hinges. I want him to see his doom the minute he walks in the door and then I go to work on the reason for his ruin. When the last paper has been placed and the paint drips down the walls, I drop the spray paint can and walk out. Once again, I don’t look back.
Skipper meets me on the main floor and dances around my feet like she hasn’t seen me in forever and I’m her long-lost soul mate so I detour to the kitchen and fish out a handful of her dog treats from the glass canister on the counter and toss them onto the floor for her to binge. She’s a good dog and deserves it.
I shake awake my laptop and close down the program that had chimed to let me know the safe was cracked and then open the camera looping program to have it ready to reset when I leave the house. I glance around, checking if there’s anything else I need to take. I wander through the rooms noting the mess I’m going to be leaving.
The borrowed and now ripped-up blue dress is on the floor by the front door. There are used condoms on the rug by the sectional and empty foil packets next to a spilled tube of lube on the coffee table. I walk past them. My cut-up panties are on the kitchen floor and the dining chair still has dog leashes hanging from it from when I was tied up. I shrug and leave it all but myeyes snag on that big black duffel bag on the floor near the island and my brows go up in consideration.
I hesitate and hesitate, thinking about how Black and the other two made me feel tonight. Not the sex, but the connection that seemed to form. The desire for…more. I know I can’t have THAT, so I stride to the bag, unzip it and peer inside and then I do what I know will not only burn that bridge but blow it the fuck up. I take.
Once I’m done, I stride straight to the garage door to get out. There’s a ticking clock running in the back of my head and I need to get clear before it runs out. Only one last problem. There’s a beady-eyed dog standing in front of the garage door between me and my clean getaway. I cock my head to the side and Skipper mimics me with a small whine.
