I force my jaw apart and release his shoulder. A whimper leaves Sully’s mouth. I can see my claiming teeth marks covered in dark red blood, and I feel a wave of deep satisfaction running through me as blood is all I can taste. It’s filling my balls with more jizz. My tongue lapping at the wound makes him tremble and chuckle.
“You really got me.” He winces when his finger brushes near the wound, his eyes still glazed over. “I hope it scars. It would be the first sign on my body that I will treasure. It’ll be a reminder of how you can turn me on full force and then satisfy me completely.”
There was nothing about biting in his diary among his fantasies. I just went with my desires. His bare skin looked tantalizing, and I had to mark it as mine.
“No need for hope. It will scar.” I make it sound like a promise as I gaze again at the deep bite. If it doesn’t scar, I’ll try it again. In the end, he will always carry my teeth impression on his pale skin just as he wants.
I take a pink Band-Aid from the inner pocket of my jacket. It has the face of a cat on it, and I gently apply it to the wound. He smiles, caressing the bandage with the tip of his finger.
“Can I turn bitey as well?” He wiggles his eyebrows at me. He’s always more relaxed, at ease with me after sex. The power of endorphins.
I hook my finger under the collar of my thermal shirt and pull, displaying my neck to him. My gesture makes him laugh, and my cock slides out of him. I guess we can’t have a second round in the open again, it’s too risky—even with Serena checking every step Sully takes.
I spread his round cheeks just to see my cum leaking out down his legs and further—after I worked so hard to shoot it inside him. But it surely is a cock-hardening vision. Like the mess we made on the ground. Whoever looks at this wet spot will know someone got railed nice and hard. Right here.
I let go of his luscious ass and pull up his briefs and pants. His hand finds my cheek, and I lower my head for a kiss. It’s lazy and slow, sinking its hooks in me.
Sully Carver is my perfect counterpoint. A visceral, untamed, fierce need that goes on and on, nonstop inside my head.
“Still alive, I see.” I hear Domino’s voice as I’m about to reach the motel room.
“You shouldn’t sneak up on me.” I show him the knife in my hand.
He shrugs, patting his pocket, where he probably has a gun.
“It would be interesting to see who dies first.”
I don’t even ponder this thought. “It would if I weren’t more skilled at killing people.”
“Fake dying made you funny.” His mouth is a flat line. “Why do you have this motel room when you just built a house?”
Of course Domino stuck his nose into my affairs. Studying people is an innate part of an assassin; it comes with the job.
“Since when are you interested in anyone’s life but your target’s?”
Domino is a cynical grump, that’s why we sort of get along.
“You left without telling us why. I want to know when you’ll resurrect. The jobs are piling up,” he says, but doesn’t seem like he really cares.
I’m part of anagencycalled the Neighborly Hitmen. It provides murder-for-hire services. Domino, Vulture, Lip and I are the members.
I open the room door and turn on the light. Everything looks untouched. I crashed here while I was waiting for the cottage to be ready. Now that it is, I came back to grab my stuff.
“What’s in the paper bag?” I ask him as I lift my duffel bag from the floor.
“Chicken thighs.” He sits at the round table, closes the curtains, and starts eating. Domino is shorter than me but brawnier, with reddish-blond hair and fair skin. I don’t know much about him or the other members of the agency, and I like it this way.
“Why are you here? I asked for Vulture’s help.”
“He’s busy, family stuff.”
I tut. “Aren’t jobs piling up?”
“Lip is more than happy to take them.” Lip is the trigger-happy assassin among us.
“Domino, my knife has no patience.” I left Sully sleeping in my bed, and I want to wake him up with my cock.
“It was either me or a carrier pigeon—which you’d have shot at long-range.” He cleans his mouth with a paper napkin and then takes another bite of chicken. “Found two listening devices in the office.”
