Once I was close enough to grab on to the safety rail closing off the steps, I tossed my legs over the top and landed on the other side of the cement platform without even scuffing a boot. Then, keeping my body tucked under the overhang, I pulled out my little kit and started fiddling with the lock. Which might as well have been a doorstop, because that was about all it was good for. Making someone stop and pry it open.
I smirked as soon as I heard the click. Had that shit jimmied quicker than a virgin coming in his tighty-whities after seeing his first puckered hole. And then I was slinking inside a pitch-black hallway. Up three flights of stairs and over to the fourth door. Stopping when I didn’t have any choice butto stopbecause my ass was on the floor and a pair of tits was leaning over me. A nice, familiar pair of tits. The zipper from a leather jacket jiggling in front of my face.
A few inches closer, and I coulda been pulling it down with my teeth.
I didn’t get the chance, and she didn’t get the pleasure because I was already body-rolling to my feet. Kicking out her leg from under her until we were switching places with a thump of leather to cheap industrial-style carpet. The bossman preferred sleek white tile but I was starting to see the benefit of something softer. Carpet absorbed the noise while tile amplified it, and it was much better for everyone around if we kept this shit quiet. Contained between the two of us, without getting a bunch of nosey pencil-pushers involved.
Didn’t know how many other offices were in this building, how many more people were hanging around after hours or living in the adjoining apartments. Just that there weren’t that many cars left out in the parking lot. Usually I’d have had that spelled out for me, a detailed headcount along with the blueprints, a diagram of the exits, and the sweet spots where none of the cameras reached. But Bossman didn’t need to knoweverything I was doing all the time, even if it seemed like he somehow kneweverything I was doing all the time. Especially now that I made the mistake of shitting where I ate.
Papa Bear didn’t like it when you brought girls home, I guess.
I pressed each of my knees down on the meat of Bellatrix’s upper arms, the fifty-odd pounds I had on her keeping her from doing more than a little bucking as I dropped my zipper, pulled my cock out, and rubbed the damp tip across her lips. She turned her head to the side, drawing a wet line across one of her cheeks while I plugged up her nose. Until she was left with another choice. Blow or breathe.
It was becoming my new favorite game. Watching someone’s will to live compete with their pride.
I counted off in my head, her struggle dwindling as I got closer and closer to that sixty-second mark. I grinned when I felt that hot puff of air on my balls that told me the taste of my cock was slightly more appealing than death.
She’d get used to it, though. The taste, the smell, the feel…
She opened her mouth and sucked me down. One agonizing inch at a time. Her ability to hold back her gag reflex telling me she liked it a lot more than she was willing to let on. Chicks who didn’t like it weren’t good at pretending. You could read it on their faces. How disgusted they were. And my little kitten wasn’t disgusted. She was turned the fuck on.
That makes two of us,kotyonok.
I flexed my ab muscles and slid in a little deeper. We both knew my piercing was at her mercy while her life was at mine as I leaned onto her face until her cheeks were popping out at both sides. She could bite down again, take another piece of me with her. But I was in control of how much her lungs were expanding. Each time she took a breath, her mouth got fuller and her chest got flatter until she was quite literally choking on my dick.
I eased off her a bit, adding extra pressure to my knees and toes as I rocked forward. My fingers still tweaking her nose while my free hand moved down to tweak one of her nipples.
This time, it was an involuntary shudder that had both of us groaning.
“Miss me,myshka?” I thrusted in and out, my voice raspier thanks to the damage she’d done to my throat. Only seemed fair I did the same to hers. “'Cause it feels like you missed me.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
BELLATRIX
“Fuck,” he hissed, clenching his stomach muscles and pulling away until the tip of his cock was resting on my tongue, the little piece of jewelry on top clinking against the roof of my mouth whenever he flexed it. Guess he found the time to get a new one when he wasn’t too busy catching bullets and popping back up like some creature out of a Romero movie.
Fucker just needed to learn to stay fucking dead.
I tried to turn my face, and he grabbed on to my chin and forced himself down my throat again, his free hand still clamped on to my nose. I closed my eyes to keep them from watering, the taste of salt and soap and metal replacing the fruity flavor of my sugar-free chewing gum. Which I’d either lost or swallowed when I’d been flipped onto my back.
Let’s hope it was that first one. 'Cause I was gonna get an earful if that shit got smushed into the floor. The only thing Vee hated more than trying to scrub bloodstains out of carpet was trying to peel off a piece of chewing gum.
I sucked in a breath, slowly letting it escape around the width of him when he slammed forward. Balls to chin. Twice more. Hewas trying to make it last. Coming wasn’t the goal; it was just one of the benefits of him proving he was the one in control. That he could show up at any moment and do what he wanted.
Each time he pulled back, I took another breath and held it. Let the air out too fast and your brain started to panic. And panic had you switching into survival mode instead of relying on everything you’d learned. Had you thinking you were dying, and thinking you were dying was the first step to letting someone kill you. Desperate people did stupid shit and there was nothing that had you more desperate than the fear of dying.
This wasn’t about death, though. If you really wanted someone dead, you whipped out a gun. You didn’t hesitate to pull the trigger. And you didn’t wave your dick around like a victory flag. It was something men were constantly trying to hold over us. Or, in this case,aboveme. The fact they carried a bit of extra weight in their pants.
What the fucker didn’t realize was that, that little piece of extra meat left you vulnerable. His bruised neck exposed and his ass clenched tighter than a New England clam shell. Shove a stray finger up there and I had no doubt he’d be squealing. That was my usual go-to. A little shit under my nails was worth all the high-pitched sounds they made, watching them flop around on the floor like a fish. It was a good lesson on why foreplay shouldn’t be optional.
I would have done that here if I weren’t so sure the fucker would get off on it as much as he got off on me choking him.
That was why I had Gabby sitting in the wings with a blow dart and enough sedative to take out someone twice his size. She waited until he was at the point of coming, where men always made a face that resembled a rabbit getting its leg caught in a snare. Eyes wide, nostrils flared, cloth mask fluttering with the sharp intake of breath, head thrown back before hitting the fucker square in the neck.
His hand immediately shot up to grab it. Then he grinned and toppled to the side. His erect dick popping out of my mouth and plopping against his thigh.
I wiped the drool off my chin and jumped to my feet, kicking at his leg with the tip of a shoe.
