“That’s it. You’re doing so good for me.” My eyes drop to watch my fingers work in and out of her tight pussy. “Come for me, Eve. I want to see how pretty you are when you get off.”
She cries out. I slap my free hand over her mouth and watch her eyes roll back into her head.
“That’s it, angel. I wish you could see how pretty you look right now.”
Her wet lashes fan her cheeks, and I smile when her soaked cunt tightens around my fingers. She arches her back, her chest swelling when she sucks in a long breath and holds it while she comes.
I gently remove my fingers and my hand from her mouth.
She gasps in a breath, and I stand, allowing her to close her legs. Rolling over, she curls into a ball, and I bring my fingers to my lips, licking them. Closing my eyes, I hum my appreciation for how fucking good she tastes.
I yank my slacks up to fasten them before buckling my belt, then return to the bathroom to wash my hands. My cell vibrates nonstop in my pocket, and I quickly dry my hands off to answer it. “Hey?—”
“Where the fuck are you?” Adam snaps.
“I’m coming.” I wish that was the case. I’m so fucking hard right now.
“Haidyn has taken out his Lord. Have you done the same?”
Uh… “No.”
“Then what the fuck have you been doing? We’ve been texting you.” He’s lowered his voice, so I know he’s around a crowd of people.
“I said I’m coming. Chill.” I turn to look at the angel lying on the bed, but there’s nothing other than a disheveled bed. “Be right there.” I hang up and rush into the room. “Eve?” I bark, looking around, but she’s gone. Her ripped dress is still on the floor and so are her heels. My jacket is also MIA, and the door to the suite is closed. “Fuck.” She ran.
My cell vibrates again, and I grind my teeth. “What the fuck do you want?” I demand, looking at the dead guy on the floor.
“For you to do your fucking job.” This time, it’s Saint. “Where are you? We’re coming to you.”
“I’m in the owner’s suite, and I have a body.”
“Your initiation?”
“No.” I bend down and start to dig through his pockets so I can put a name to the Lord I murdered.
“What in the fuck are you doing killing random people?” Saint demands. “You’re going to get us in trouble.” He didn’t feel that way when we killed his plus-one in the poker room.
I ignore Saint and pull out the wallet. Opening it up, I scan his license and frown. “It’s him.”
“What?” Saint snaps, barging into the room.
I look up to see Adam behind him. Ending the call, I put my cell away.Haidyn enters, slamming the door shut. He glances around the room. “What the fuck happened in here?”
“I killed him. My Lord.” I frown. “But this isn’t the picture I was given.” I stand, remove the card from my wallet, and show it to Saint.
Haidyn snatches the license from my hand and places it next to the card Saint holds. “Name matches, but the guy doesn’t look the same.”
“Old picture.” Adam shrugs. “His license photo could be over twenty years old. He’s just gained thirty pounds and grew a beard. I think he looks like the Lord.”
“Whatever.” Saint hands me back the card. “It’s done. Let’s toss him over the private balcony. We’ve got to move on to Adam’s.”
“What’s up with the dress?” Adam asks, picking up the ripped material. He stares at the silk in his hands as if he’s seen it before.
“Did you kill his wife too?” Haidyn glances around, spotting her high heels as well. “Where’s the body?”
She definitely wasn’t his wife. He was paying to rape her. “Gone,” I answer, refusing to give them any details about my angel. The less they know, the better.
I help my brothers throw the Lord into the Atlantic Ocean over the private balcony. Placing my arms on the railing, I watch the deep sea that’s lit up from the lights under the yacht, feeling the nausea returning and trying to make sense of the night.
