I feared I wouldn't be enough for them.
The claws of an orgasm fought to stop my heart. “Fuck,” I sobbed. Without hands, I couldn't press on them or pull away. There was no end to their hard fucking, one stroke blending into the next.
My slick * rippled, milking Kite as my ass crushed Jacob. Stuffed to the brink, I came with a scream that left me hoarse.
Jacob hissed, tugging my nipples and biting my earlobe. “Beautiful,” he growled. “Every sound is beautiful, the way you come... they way you pump my cock inside of you... Beautiful.”
All of my blood went to the surface, my blush immense. I couldn't argue, I was high on pleasure and floating on a cloud.
Kite hunched around me, thrusting furiously, his breathing as violent as a car wreck.
Through my haze, his swelling shaft was obvious. Holding me close, sweat coating his forehead as he pushed it against mine, Kite trembled. His climax flooded through me, the condom saving us from any mistakes.
Just like always.
“Marina,” he whispered. My name was a plea, one that startled me and pulled me out of that liquid lust.
I didn't get to wonder why he sounded so fragile. Jacob wasn't finished, and unlike Kite, there was no condom here.
Panting, he clung to my hips, palming my ass. Each motion thudded deep, touched me in a way that was perverse and erotic and fucking magical. Spurts of hot seed coated my insides, thrilling me with the sensation.
It was fucking ridiculous, but I actually felt blessed.
Jacob and Kite had given me this part of them. Didn't that mean something?
You've fallen in love with killers, I warned myself. In the same breath, I shuddered and pushed the reasonable part of me away. Fuck reason. Fuck what I was or wasn't supposed to do.
My life was heading towards the ground, I was a damn comet.
Let me burn bright and enjoy it while I could.
I was waiting for Jacob to say something cruel, or taunting, even if it would excite me none the less.
Embracing me, he held me to him as the waves finished. “I'm going to tell you a secret,” he said. “It's been battling to escape me for some time.” That mouth that didn't smirk against my temple. “Marina... I've never felt as connected to anyone as I do with you. I want this to last forever. I wish that was possible. This is... this is paradise.”
He whispered words as sweet as fresh honey. In the back of his throat, the same shadow that had been controlling Kite all night made itself known.
How could he swear such glorious things, if he was on the verge of shattering?
This is where I should have said... anything.
I had nothing.
I couldn't compete with Jacob's proclamation. I knew what he meant, no one had done to me what they had. No one had come close to this feeling. Here, lying in this bed with two hitmen wrapping me tight, I felt...
I felt like I belonged.
Since I'd been six, I'd belonged no where. Home was a forgotten concept to me. Shutting my eyes, I luxuriated in their breathing and their essence. If there was sorrow here, perhaps it came from the same place in all three of us.
We were creatures who feared the future.
Kite shifted, sliding out of me. The lack of him made me whine; a tiny noise, a greedy noise. Jacob copied him, our bodies stretched out in our cooling sweat on the bed.
It would have been simple to forget my plans. I could have closed my eyes, slept in this sandwich and never moved forward. I'd come too far to back out.
Paradise, he'd called it.
A paradise that couldn't last.
Not as long as that murderer still walked the Earth.
It was a relief when Jacob untied me. If they'd left me bound, I'd have been trapped. It wasn't to be.
They'd freed me, and soon...
I would free them.
- Chapter 36 -
Marina
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Kite's apartment was quiet. No one was inside, I knew that.
I'd seen them both minutes ago, stretched out and unconscious. It had been tempting to remain with them, testing Kite's promise about my nightmares; that he'd let me stay at his side, even if I woke at the worst hours with wretched sobs.
I wanted to see it become real.
I thought I never would, now.
Softly, like the apartment deserved respect, I padded through it. Changing into clean clothes was fast. Entering Kite's bedroom was faster.
Bending by the side of his bed, I traced the outline of the secret panel. It came off, the gun inside waving like an old friend. It felt warm to me, part of my own flesh and blood. It would serve me tonight.
The money was an afterthought, but I took some. It had a use, money always did. I wanted to be prepared. Whatever was coming, tonight or otherwise, I didn't have the luxury of mistakes.
Replacing everything, I tied my hair back as I headed to the front room.
Earlier, Kite had run into me on the street. It had shocked me, but not because seeing him was frightening.
Though, once, it had been. When had that changed?