“I suppose you’ll do for a toy,” Ana said as Sam leaned back against his bike. She scratched his jaw with her nail, lips twisted in satisfaction, and she started to step away—
But her fingertips were still on his, and he yanked her back into his chest once more, kissing her hard. Tilting her backwards and grasping her ass in his hand, the roots of her hair in the other.
When he pulled back, she had to grab hold of his arms to keep her composure, and she sucked in a sharp breath at the sight of him hovering over her as he was.
“I want to watch my cum trickling down your thighs when you walk away from me,” he rasped, his nose brushing her neck. “I want it dripping on the stairs back up.”
“How evil,” she said playfully. “Someone might slip and fall.”
“Wouldn’t that be a lovely thing to see?” he taunted, his head tilting as he looked at her. “Perhaps they’d get a peek at your swollen pussy while they’re on their backs. Make them jealous they were not the one to make you ache.”
It sounded lusciously sinister coming from his lips, and she liked the way his mind worked. So much so that her thighs throbbed at the thought of dragging him back up the stairs.
“Are you sure you don’t want to stay?” she asked.
A heavy sigh left him. “Work calls,” he said. He leaned back against the bike, a finger trailing delicately over her arm. “Upstairs, temptress,” he said, deliberately ignoring her question. “Let me watch you walk.”
She leaned forward and gave him a lingering kiss, one that she meant to burn in his mind. Ana had always had some fun while working, though never really with one singular person. But Sam… She couldn’t deny how attracted she was to him, how she wanted to push him and he to push her.
She decided he would do nicely for entertainment while she did her job. She’d worked tirelessly over the years. There was nothing wrong with having this kind of fun and taking her last task easy. Maybe she’d even learn some things from him since he was one of Death’s demons. Perhaps she’d offer him a place in her court once she’d bound the last king to her will. Offer him his life in exchange for his executioner skills.
Her heart sang at the thought of him on a leash.
Good girl,she heard him saying. And while she did enjoy the sound of it coming from his lips, she knew she’d enjoy taunting the good little dog he was, one day, even more.
Or perhaps she’d enjoy watching him rip his own dead heart out.
“Goodnight, Sam.”
Ana’s hips swayed in a show for him as she sauntered away. He stared at the edge of her bare ass slipping from beneath her robe and noted the cum sliding down her deliciously powerful thigh. It made every devious pore in his body wake again. His cum. Dripping down the thigh of the woman he would soon need to kill. Though perhaps he’d imprison her as his personal plaything.
A tremendous power to hold over those other kingdoms.
Every person left in them would want a shot at their revenge. And Death… He could use her presence to his advantage. Everything he’d promised his people… revenge, life, the entire continent. That could be his this time.
His cock twitched at the thought.
He’d have to do more work to figure it out. If her life was worth keeping alive for that, or if he should save himself the trouble and slit her throat before he had a chance to consider it. Take the other kingdoms as a savior to the people, the one to finally bring The Tower to her knees.
Decisions, decisions.
She paused at the door upon reaching it and looked back at him over her shoulder. His head tilted back, and he gave her a chin jerk. She disappeared through the open door, and he continued to stare until he saw the lights flicker off in her apartment windows.
Delirious with the amusement of his conquest, he couldn’t help himself from letting his head sway back with a smile. He tossed his helmet up and down, letting that laugh emit from somewhere deep within him. A laugh he hadn’t felt in years.
It feltso goodto laugh.
Almost as good as his cock had felt buried in her.
He cracked his neck and swung his leg over the motorcycle. Body satisfied and singing in delight.
Exactly where he wanted her.
Sam threw his backpack onto the foyer table as he burst through the front entrance. The grand doors flew back with creaks and groans, cobwebs dusting the air with the toss, and Sam nearly smiled at the feeling of the old mist hitting his skin.
“Late night, boss?” Rolfe teased as he appeared from the hall.
“I want a count of every groundskeeper every morning,” Sam called out as Rolfe appeared from the hall. Sam made for the stairs.
