I look over my shoulder, biting back my wince.
Our eyes lock.
“Fuck me,” I whisper, arching into his bigger body. “I’m yours.” Then I turn to look up through my lashes at Stein. “Get behind us, if you want to see my pussy.”
Sullen’s hand comes to my throat and he squeezes hard, trying to silence me.
Despite his rage, I smile.
Stein mirrors it, and he slowly walks around the perimeter of our bodies. “I like your mind, Karia Ven.”
Then I drop my eyes to the gun I released, still there, in the dirt, because Stein Rule is not half as clever as he believes himself to be.
“Take her clothes off,” he says crisply. “All of them. I want to see everything.”
“Do it,” I snarl, my words for Sullen.
And he obeys me. He fuckingobeys.
His hand comes to my waistband.
And at the same time, I lunge for the gun, spin onto my back, aim, andshoot.
Stein goes down with a scream louder than the gun. What a fucking coward.
I lower my weapon and fire again as Sullen drops his head and throws himself over me without obstructing my view. Protecting me, shielding me, but letting me shoot.
Klein drops his weapon and his knees into the dirt.
As one, Sullen and I move. He unravels to his full height, offers me his hand. In a heartbeat, we’ve spun around, facing the men before us.
Stein still has his gun. His face is pale, complexion ashy, blood seeping into the gray suit he wears, right near his fucking heart.
Klein is holding his thigh, which leaves no room for his weapon.
And as Stein raises his own with a shaky hand, I shoot again, into his kneecap. He can hold on no longer.
Sullen moves quickly, kicking both guns away from his tormentors.
No longer his worst nightmares, not in my mind.
That’s me, isn’t it, baby boy?
Sullen squats down before Klein, who lifts his head, dark and gray hair falling back from those eyes that are too like Cosmo’s.
If Sullen hasn’t seen Klein’s face before, he doesn’t show it. He does not seem surprised by the scars.
Instead, he slowly peels his gloves off, tossing them in the dirt, and reaches out with a bare hand to trace one down the whole of Klein’s face.
Klein blinks rapidly, flinching.
“Do you remember when you saw my infection from the F on my thigh?” Sullen asks softly, tracing a scar over Klein's lips now. “How you curled your nails into it and breathed against my ear, your erection pressing into my back?”
I gag.
I cannot hold it back.
Stein’s eyes lift to mine. He is not smiling now as more blood pumps from his wound, soaking his blazer, causing it to stick to his skin.
