“Fuck,” One hand on the wall behind her, the other gripping her ponytail, I drove my cock deep, my ears tuned into the choking wet sucking noises. “That’s it,micia, take me deeper, let me hear you gag.”
With a low, primal groan, I slammed my hips forward in quick succession, sure the piercing knocked her teeth a few times.
Eyes on me, she grasped my balls, the tip of her tongue licking into the slit. And fuck if she didn’t pull my damn cum out me like she owned me. My cock spasmed hard, spilling hot liquid down her throat, sure I was drowning her. Still, she kept her mouth locked around me, her eyes on me, her red lips fire around my dick.
Pulling out of mouth, relishing the spit line between her lips and the piercing at the tip of my cock, I gave the length a few strokes, emptying the rest of my cum on her mask, smirking when she licked her lips, catching the runway liquid. If that wasn’t enough, with her eyes on me, she rubbed the remaining fluid into the exposed skin on her chin and neck then proceeded to lick her fingers. That pink tongue swirling around the digits, a sultry turn on of note.
“Fuck, you’re something else.” I’d bedded dozens of women, but I’d never been undone by one. “What do you want from me?” I exhaled on an uneven breath, not sure what the fuck I was asking.
Slowly rising, she wiped her mouth then ran a thumb across my lower lip, eyes glinting behind the mask. “To show you that for all the power you own, there’s someone in this world you cannot predict.” She turned away, fixing her dress.
“You’re not unpredictable,micia,” I said, tucking myself away and zipping up.
She looked over her shoulder, waiting. Pulling out a pack of cigarettes, I tapped one into my palm and lit it. The flame flickered in the dark.
“You’re just a lock I haven’t picked yet. But I always find the key. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow. Eventually I will.”
“And what makes you think I don’t want you to.”
The smoke caught in my throat for a second. She’d just blindsided me.
Before I could reach for her, she slipped away. At the end of the path, she glanced back, one last glimpse of her silhouette, masked, mysterious, devastating. “You’ll look for me, Remo, and you won’t find me unless I allow it.” Then she was gone.
The night closed around me, thick and quiet, her scent still on my skin, her taste lingering on my tongue, the phantom grip of her thighs around my waist, left an unsettling thought pulsing in my chest.
I’d never met a woman like her, yet I didn’t know if I wanted to kill her…or fall at her feet.
But one thing was certain. She didn’t just seduce me, she claimed her territory.
seven
. . .
Koro– 34 years old
The third man was still kneeling when my phone vibrated against my thigh. I had his hair bunched in a tight fist, my blade resting lightly beneath his ear, feeling the tremor in him that always came a second before they understood there would be no bargaining. Blood had already soaked through the front of my catsuit from the first two men, warm and metallic in the night air of the loading dock. He was trying to speak when the vibration came again.
Pressing my sword in just enough to quiet him, I released his hair and tapped my earbud without taking my eyes off his reflection in the darkened window.
“Tell me.”
“Remo’s got eyes on him. High angle. Chances are, they’re waiting for him to exit.”
For a fraction of a breath the world narrowed, in precision, my mind’s eye dissecting the street, the sightlines, the buildings with viable elevation. I’d walked those rooftops plenty.
“Which side?” I asked.
“Northwest corner. Tenth floor. Abandoned office block.”
“Thanks.” I ended the call.
The man in front of me was shaking harder now. “Please,” he begged. “I have a family–”
The blade slid cleanly across his neck. Not my usual style but I had a more important task to attend. His body folded forward against the concrete, and I wiped my blade on his shirt, sheathed it and made a run for the fire escape.
I climbed quickly until my hands met the lip of the roof. Light wind caressed my face as I pulled myself up effortlessly. Four rooftops, three narrow alleys, one section of unstable guttering I’d crossed once before, separated me from the position described over the phone.
My feet moved with a speed, agility and accuracy borne from years of training in a dense forest where tall trees served to hardened my calves, uneven terrain forged my core, cold air refined my breathing and unexpected obstacles sharpened my senses.
