Page 57 of Deadly Sights

Little by little, I leave a roadmap of marks, over his pecs, nipples, heart, and down his throat; anywhere I can reach. The next time he looks at himself in the mirror, he’ll remember he carries a piece of me wherever he goes. When I’m satisfied, I lean back to admire my artwork.

Julian’s eyes are at half-mast and the muscles in his jaw contract, speaking to the strain he’s under to keep from uttering a sound.

“You are so beautiful wearing my mark.” I brush his hair away from his face and stroke him, paying close attention to his hardened nipples.

A tiny whimper escapes him, but he cuts the sound short with deep breaths.

His struggle might be because of the combined sensation of my pussy working his dick while toying with his sensitive nubs. His fingers clench my side, probably leaving a few marks for me to admire later.

“You’re doing so good,” I moan into his ear while gliding along his shaft, filling my body and rubbing my clit against his stomach.

Julian buries his face in my neck and releases my waist to grab my ass, steadying me without my needing to ask. His lips flutter against my skin, the slight exhalation of breath tickling me.

When I realize what he’s doing, tears prick my eyes and I suppress the sob crawling up my throat. Because I told him not to make a sound, Julian silently professes his love to me. I don’t know why this takes me by surprise. He’s shown me time andagain by his actions that he’s in love with me. Yet the silent words, uttered in secrecy, are a direct hit to my heart.

I can’t hold the emotions inside me any longer. I whisper, “I love you, too.”

Julian shudders and clutches me closer to his body, climaxing in silence. He spurts cum inside me, setting me off. I wrap my arms around his neck, riding out my orgasm and milking his dick of everything he has to give. As often as we’ve had sex, this joining in these stolen moments is the most beautiful yet.

I pull Julian’s head from my neck and cradle his face in my hands. “Are you okay?” When he eyes me, I allow him to speak.

“Did you mean what you said?”

I stare into eyes that glimmer with the same unshed tears that are in mine. “I wouldn’t lie to you. Not about this.”

“Then I’m better than okay.”

“Glad to hear it.” Alastair’s voice startles me into scrambling off Julian and fixing my clothes. “Now if you two are done, I doubt your passenger will remain unconscious for much longer.”

“Thank you for the update,” Julian says drily while zipping his pants.

We share a glance and a laugh bursts out of me. Chuckling, he opens the door and exits.

In the back of the SUV, our hostage moans, showing signs the sedative Julian used is wearing off.

I survey our surroundings. Lit sconces spread a halo of light around a stone structure in the middle of a wooded area. From the looks of the building, it’s well-maintained and is probably as old as Julian’s mansion. Beside me, Julian pulls the man over his shoulder and follows Alastair inside.

Unlike the mansion with its welcoming interior, this place displays the tools used primarily by hunters to skin and butcher their kill. We breathe white puffs of air into the chilled room.Julian chains the man’s hands and loops the iron over an S-shaped hook attached to a lift. Alastair presses a button and we watch the man’s body rise until his feet dangle in the air.

“Do you know him?” I ask Julian.

With the bright lights inside the building, we have a clear view of the man’s face. Alastair disappears through a side door, but I’m more interested in the two men in the room with me.

“Yes, he was one of the older kids I met after changing facilities. From what I remember, his assigned name is Night Stalker.”

“I’m flattered the Reaper knows my name.” Night Stalker’s head lolls, but his sinister grin hides untold secrets. “With all the operatives going missing, the organization suspected someone was helping her.”

“Why are you after me?”

Night Stalker turns to me and eyes me before saying, “The hell if I know. Asking questions could put me on the wrong end of the organization. For all I know, that’s why you keep inching your way up on our top target list.”

“You’re awfully forthcoming.” Julian narrows his eyes at our hostage.

“Because I don’t know shit. Nothing I say will help you. Once you’ve killed me, she’ll still be in hiding, running for the rest of her life. You on the other hand, no one knows about you yet, but they will. You can’t pretend forever.”

“How did you know where to find me?”

Night Stalker laughs. “Look to the people closest to you. Maybe someone in your organization wants you dead, too. Hell, maybe I’m wrong about Reaper. Am I?” He taunts Julian, who becomes stonier with every accusation Night Stalker levels at him. “Maybe he’s working both sides. He gets your trust, only to betray you. You should know never to trust anyone.”

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