Michael gaped and flailed like a fish on a line, trying to twist his way out of Romeo’s hold.His eyes widened in disbelief.
Chad tucked the blueprint back into his hoodie and got to his feet.He rounded the table, heading for Romeo who grunted when Michael managed to strike him in the face.Michael scrambled backwards, pulling Romeo with him and knocking into the wall.
Romeo pinned him against it, and Michael’s eyes widened when he realized he couldn’t escape.
Chad knew Romeo was toying with his prey.He could’ve used both hands and dealt with Michael in seconds, but he was waiting for Chad.As soon as Chad got within reach, Romeo yanked him close with his free hand, so his back was to Romeo’s chest, and they were in the same position they had been when they killed Keeley.
“I fuckinglovethis part,” Romeo murmured, dropping a kiss to Chad’s neck.
He covered Chad’s left hand with his left hand, slotting his fingers through the gaps, then brought it up to Michael’s throat to take over while they put their right hands in the same position, fingers joined, gloves linked with gloves then pressed against skin.Michael clawed at the hands on his throat, but it made no difference.
His hands dropped away as both Chad and Romeo squeezed.
Four hands crushed the life from Michael Hastings.
Burglary on the surface.
But as soon as the pathologist looked at his neck, the almost impossible compression from one pair of hands, not desperate, not spare of the moment, but deliberate, absolute.
Then they’d know it was cold-blooded murder.
It would be their signature.
The bruises would be darker.The blood vessels would be ruptured, and every piece of cartilage would be squashed flat, forced back to the spine, scraping on it enough to leave a mark that would be recorded.
Their murders would be far apart, both in time, and in location, and it would be years before somebody linked them.
Romeo nipped Chad’s neck.“I love you so fucking much.”
Chad turned his head, lips parted, encouraging a kiss from Romeo.
Romeo groaned as he pressed into it, slipping his tongue against Chad’s.
They kissed while they killed, and the whole time they felt Michael’s pulse through their hands, slowing, slowing, and then it stopped, and raw desire took over.
Chad kissed Romeo hard enough he could feel Romeo’s pulse on his lips and hear it in his ears.Romeo matched him.He curled his arms around Chad, taking Chad’s arms with him, their fingers still entwined.
Michael must’ve hit the ground but neither of them noticed.
Romeo rocked his hips, driving his erection into the back of Chad.
Chad broke the kiss to scowl him.“Remember what I said.”
“No,” Romeo panted, “Not right now.”
“We can’t fuck here,” Chad reminded.
Romeo knocked his forehead to the side of Chad’s cheek.He groaned.“Now I remember.Something about saliva, and hair, and skin, and semen,” he kept Chad’s arms hostage, crushing Chad to his chest as he thrusted against him.“My cum dripping down your legs,” he leaned down to nip Chad’s bottom lip.“Leaving drops of it on the floor.”
“Yes,” Chad swallowed.It was getting harder and harder not to give in and let Romeo undo his trousers.“We ...we need to avoid that.”
“Me jerking your cock while I’m inside of you,” Romeo panted wetly by Chad’s ear.“Making you come all over the furniture.”
“Christ, Romeo,” Chad’s eyes rolled back.He would’ve covered his ears if Romeo wasn’t still pinning his hands.“We ...we need to leave.”
“Right now?”Romeo murmured.“Are you sure?”
Chad shook his head, then nodded, then shook it again.“I...I...”
