“YoustoleTulliver’s glass eye?”
“Among other things,” the Merc said with a shrug. “I could have brought you a different souvenir, but I feared you might find it a little disturbing. Based on your reaction to the eye, I think I made the right decision.”
“A different souve—” Rona stopped. “No. Don’t tell me. I don’t want to know.” She looked at Zeth hard and deep. “You killed him, didn’t you?”
“I did.”
“You fucking killed Tulliver.”
“I fucking killed Tulliver.”
She started to ask how the hell Zeth had even found the man, but she already knew the answer to that. Tulliver’s name was known all over Jeriko. He wouldn’t be hard to find, especially for a trained killer like Zeth.
She pushed past him and started to pace up and down the room, still clutching the sheets around her naked body.
“Is something wrong, Rona?”
“Wrong?Wrong?I’ve barely known you guys for one day. Last night, I mentioned something in passing about a man who tried to assault me. Then, a few hours later, you tracked him down, murdered him, and cut his eyeball out… as a gift?”
Zeth and Murdok looked at each other for a moment, then nodded. Rona stared in disbelief.
“You’re insane,” she whispered. “Completely fucking insane.”
“Well, what do you expect?” said a voice from the other side of the room. “We kill people for a living. Of course we’re insane.”
It was Aeron. The lead Merc was leaning in the bathroom door, drying his hair with a towel and looking like pure sex on a stick. He was making no attempt to hide his nakedness, nor did he have any reason to. Even when flaccid, his cock was still longerand thicker than most men’s erections. Rona’s whole body throbbed at the sight of him.
He was right, of course. It all made perfect sense. These three men were killers, born and bred. They ended people’s lives for a living, and they were good at it. Maybe even the best. It was only logical that they would be crazy, at least by everyone else’s standards. And apparently some of that crazy had started to rub off on Rona, because the more she thought about it, the more she realized she loved the Mercs’ gifts. Murdok’s gift of steel, and Zeth’s gift of murder. Maybe they’d shot so much of their DNA inside her that it had permanently scrambled her brain or something.
Or maybe what she was feeling now had been there all along, just waiting for one night of brutal affection to jar it loose.
“So,” Rona said, “what about you?”
Aeron finished drying his hair and tossed his towel over the arm of a chair.
“What about me?” he asked.
“Well, Murdok and Zeth both gave me gifts this morning. Aren’t you going to give me something too?”
Aeron smirked. “I seem to recall giving you a few free shares of stock.”
“That was yesterday,” Rona said. “I’m talking about right now.”
She let go of the sheets she’d been using to cover herself, and the smooth satin whispered to the floor, exposing her body for all three men to see. In front of her, Aeron’s naked cock went from hanging to hard in the space of two heartbeats. Rona sat backonto the bed and opened her legs as wide as she could spread them, letting him see how ready she was—how wet, how open.
“Now, I’m going to ask you again,” she said sweetly. “What gift do you have for me this morning?”
CHAPTER 24
The woman was becoming a problem.
A good problem, sure, but a problem nonetheless.
Aeron was standing in the tiny, spartan bathroom aboardthe Talionis. He had been using the small mirror above the sink to apply black grease paint to his face. Rona, meanwhile, was kneeling in front of him, her head bobbing wildly as she ran her circled lips up and down the length of his hardened cockshaft.
Murdok and Zeth were both standing in the open doorway, watching. The woman had already serviced both of them while Aeron had been applying his face paint. Apparently their two loads had not been enough to satisfy her.
She was insatiable.
