He reaches the exit and pauses, glancing over his shoulder. “Run. Make me hunt. It’ll hurt more when I catch you. And Iwillcatch you,A.” With a final, chilling look, he’s gone.
A.
Shit.
He found me. Of course he did. He’s a Sovereign—one of the absolute best at being the absolute worst. If he’s already tracked down where I work and the fake name I go by, it won’t be longbefore he digs up the rest. My past, myrealidentity—he’ll have it all in his hands soon enough. And when he does…
I’m dead.
Dark red lipstick stains my cock as she gags around it, throat stretched to take me deeper. Her hands shake where they grip my thighs, nails digging in. My hand fists in her hair, forcing her lower, watching her mascara run in wet, ugly streaks down her cheeks.
Raze’s pace behind her is relentless, his cock slamming into her cunt loud enough to echo off the polished walls. “Fuck,” he grunts. Her moans are muffled, caught on my dick.
She tries to reach for her clit.
I yank her up by the roots of her hair. “Stupid fucking cunt, did we say you could touch yourself?” Raze grabs her wrist and twists it behind her back until she cries out.
She sobs around my cock, eyes wide, tears slipping down her face.
But all I see isher.
The little defiant bitch who made me bleed.
I can’t get her out of my fucking head—her mouth, her scream, that fucking attitude begging to be crushed. That mouth is the one I want wrapped around me. The one I want to shut up.
Not this one.
My hand fists tighter in her hair, and I drive into her throat, harder, trying to scrub the image from my mind with the sound of her choking. Doesn’t work. Doesn’t even scratch the fucking itch. Pisses me thefuckoff.
Raze grunts behind her. His pace falters. “Fuck—gonna come.”
He buries himself with a groan, pumping into her while she gags on my cock. Her body locks up under both of us.
That’s when I finish.
I grip both sides of her head and shove myself so deep she twitches, holding her there until every drop’s down her throat. I watch her choke on it. Then I shove her off. She coughs, spit and cum dripping from her lips, face wrecked.
And I feel…nothing.
No satisfaction. No relief.
Just empty.
She wipes her mouth and tries to stand like she still has dignity. Her knees shake, dress clinging to the mess between her thighs.
Raze zips up, breathless. “Christ.”
I light a cigarette. The nicotine hits my lungs, sharp and bitter, but it doesn’t clear my head.
She smooths her hair. “That was…” she starts, stepping up to me. Her hand drags over my chest as she leans in close to my mouth. I blow smoke in her face. She jerks back.
Raze laughs. “Priest doesn’t kiss.”
“I just thought…”
“Don’t think.” My eyes cut into her. “Just take what we give you and get the fuck out.”
Her cheeks go red. She nods and stumbles toward the door, heels clacking.
