Page 26 of V for Vengeance

It wasn’t a question anymore. Sloan could be a little sex demon sometimes. He was gentle and coaxing at first, but the second his switch was flipped, he battered me with relentless, all-consuming pleasure. Pleasure so powerful it was painful. There wasn’t anywhere I could go where he wouldn’t chase, and Sloan was a demon about chasing me until I begged him to stop. Until I felt so good I worried it’d kill me.

But today, his movements were urgent and messy, not calculated or intentional like they normally were. Almost like he was rushing to finish. Now that I understood why, I was just as desperate to have him as many times as I could before someone caught on to where we’d gone.

“I don’t want to leave, love,” the little devil pressed against my back whispered, his voice quivering in a way it never had. “I’ll miss you so bloody much.”

Honest Sloan gets me every time.

I let a little breath escape. It was excruciating to swallow with how much emotion got lodged into my throat. “Then don’t go,” I pleaded, voice dropping into a moan as Sloan slammed into me so hard that pleasure and pain were one in the same. “Maybe we can—”

“We can’t, darling,” he growled, still thrusting into me without slowing. “But I’ll ring you. I’ll find a way to chat with you every day. So, you’ll let me hear your sweet voice and touch yourself for me, won’t you? You’ll tell me everything you’re doing to yourself while I’m gone. What’s…being done to you, yeah?”

Oh, fuck.

I was so close to the edge, but thinking about Sloan getting himself off somewhere far away while I told him what I was doing to myself, or what others had done, was a whole new level of kink I never imagined I’d be into. But when my insides pulsed and clung to his cock, dragging a groan and curse from him, I couldn’t deny the idea of it made me eager to give it a try.

I’m already a shameless nympho humping two hotties while pining over another two, what’s a little phone sex going to do to me that my sex-crazed desperado ways haven’t already done?

I wrapped my arm around his neck and pressed my back against his taut front before swiveling my hips. Sloan’s rough breathing hit the side of my face, and my lips lifted in triumph. I pressed myself down onto his pulsating shaft, finding all the right spots that made the other Hunter lose his cool.

“Fucking hell, V. Don’t stop. Keep moving your hips just like that, love.”

And I would.

Sloan got off most when he knew I was feeling good; when what he was doing to me was hitting all the right spots. It was clear in the way his breathing and voice changed that it turned him on when I was openly vocal and candid about what I was feeling.

Honestly, it gave me a little rush knowing that what I said to the other Hunter made him visibly react. I’d grown addicted to seeing how my whispered words caused the normally smiling and in control Hunter to unravel and let his feral side show. Not sure if it was considered a kink or not, but I was definitely turned on by a gentleman gone wild.

“I might not be happy about why you dragged me out here, Sloan, but it feels so fucking good.” His arms came around my stomach. Then his hands slid up, tracing every rib before kneading and teasing my breasts. “I’ll miss you too, you pretty jerk.”

Sloan’s muscles tensed against me. Groaning, his head dropped, and he pressed his forehead against my shoulder. Sloan’s dark hair had fallen over his eyes, hiding his expression, but the suffering sound that left his mouth told me everything I needed to know.

He didn’t want to leave.

Turning my head, I latched onto his ear before tracing its shape with my tongue. Whispering, I spoke directly against it, “I promise, Sloan. Whenever you call, I’ll do whatever you want. Tell you whatever you want. Show you whatever you want.”

“You better keep your promise. Be a good little darling while I’m gone, yeah? And…stay safe.”

His all-animal growl reverberated against my back, and with one final thrust, we came together. He and I greedily sucked in air we didn’t need post-climax, and I tried not to think about how he’d be gone tomorrow.

Chapter 14

What Would Kate Do?

Imiss Sloan. This sucks.

I looked down at my phone, but other than the usual morning report from Cash—aka, how Phillip had pissed him off—Sloan hadn’t reached out.

When my eyes lifted, Jo was watching me from the corner of the room, her dark eyes saying something I was too inexperienced to understand. But then her pointed gaze dropped to my lips. She closed the door with her foot, its soft click so loud that my heart ramped up in response. Even if I hadn’t picked up on what she was laying down before, I’d be stupid not to get it now.

Rambling, I tucked red hair behind my ear. “So, this witch…she has to be a big deal if you guys don’t like talking about her, right?”

“I wouldn’t worry about that,” Jo replied, pulling her hair up into a messy bun. “I hate to give any credit to that whiny bitch in the other room, but he’s going to get us an in with her. And with the four of us out to claim her head, she doesn’t stand a fucking chance, powerful witch or not.” Her eyes stayed with mine.“Honestly, your power alone could win against her. She wouldn’t be able to follow you into that frozen window of time you create. Very few can.”

“Oh,” I mumbled, the air harder to catch with the gorgeous assassin so close. “I don’t think you ever mentioned what it is that you can do—you know, other than scare the living shit out of every man who crosses your path.”

Her laughing expression made the tension in my chest worse for some reason. “You’ll learn that keeping your abilities to yourself will be the cleverest thing you could ever do, V. If they know what you can do, they can hurt you, so don’t ever tell anyone anything. If they find out, make sure they don’t breathe a word of it to anyone else. Kill every last one. No mercy. Never leave survivors no matter who they are.”

I opened my mouth, ready to argue, but her cutting look shut me up.

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