“Kite! Fucking... Kite!”
“That's right,” I grunted, watching her from between her curled toes. “I am fucking you.”
She squeezed me, milking my cock without consideration for how good it felt or how she was ruining me. “Please, more!” she cried.
Grimacing, I bared me teeth and slammed deeper. How the hell could she take this and ask for more? How insatiable was this woman?
Her nails came up, trying to claw me passionately. On reflex, I bent away; caught the flash of disappointment in her eyes. It was instinctual, though.
Nails could collect my DNA... and I couldn't risk that.
Pushing the guilt down, I buried myself in her desperate cunt and pretended I hadn't just given away my game. Even if it wasn't for a week, or a month—please, let me have a month—Marina was destined to die.
I was on the verge of finishing, my lower belly a solid ball of fire. In my head, Marina's question reached me.
Why?
That was all she'd asked. And I still didn't know the answer.
What logic was there in getting hooked on this girl when her future was a body bag?
Shutting my eyes tight, I leaned into her harder. I had her pinned, but somehow, she spread her thighs and I slipped through. The barrier was gone, my bare chest crushing on her firm tits.
Instantly she had her fingers in my hair, her lips on mine, and her nails were digging into my back.
Digging hard. Intentionally hard.
Marina wasn't stupid. If only she had been.
Biting my neck, she ground her hips into me and I clutched her soft ass. The way she breathed, smelled, existed... all of it shoved me over the edge.
Roaring so fiercely that I sent dirt swirling over the floor, I put my nose in her thick curls and trembled. The orgasm locked me up, turned my fibers into lava. Under me, her body joined the race.
Beautiful fucking Marina, Marina the natural. She came seconds after I did, her * embracing my twitching cock.
Sweat dripped off of my chin. It hit her on the cheek when I leaned back. With my hands on either side of her face, she could do nothing but stare up at me. Stunning, glowing, accusing eyes. It wasn't ideal.
My back burned from her cuts, but her awareness hurt so much more. She suspects I plan to kill her.
I didn't want to look into her knowing expression another minute.
Grunting, I slid my hips back; the shiny condom came with me. Crouching, I guided it off and tied it into a knot. Nothing escaped. One handed, I pulled up my pants, zipping them as I moved.
“What are you doing?” she asked, propping on her elbows.
Leaning out the door into the cool air, I dug with my heel in the ground. The condom fell, covered in soil and on its way to being decomposed.
Everything was temporary.
Everything could be buried.
“Nothing. Just getting some air,” I said.
I stood like that, shirtless in the February chill. I could see nothing in the night, the stars useless pinpricks. The rest of the world could have been destroyed, eaten up while we'd been fucking. We wouldn't have noticed.
What if it had been? I asked myself. What if the universe could wink out, just like that, somehow converting into nothingness.
If it meant that the responsibility of protecting myself and Jacob from Marina no longer rested on my shoulders...
Being sucked into the blackness would have been a relief.
- Chapter 11 -
Marina
Kite had been an accident.
I didn't have a plan to kiss him—or to let him kiss me. I'd felt the natural pull he possessed. I'd felt it the first night we spoke. The man was as charming and alluring as his friend.
And that is why you might say I did a stupid thing.
Wanting to kiss or touch or fuck either of these men was reckless. They were in my head, in my nose and in my blood. They had a way of staying in my cells. Poisonous men... deadly men.
I wonder if there exists an antidote for attraction?
Staring sideways at Kite, I continued to search for what to say. He hadn't spoken more than a word or two since we'd gathered up everything and left the shooting range. The duffel bag was at my feet, the weight of it comforting on my ankles.
It helped keep me from jumping out of the car.
Say something, I told myself. We've been on the road for an hour. The city is coming up any minute. In the distance, the lights blinked.
The evening had been going so well. I didn't know why that had stopped. Kite had tasted delicious, and as pathetic as it sounds, I was excited when he kissed me.
His hands were skilled, his words inviting. He'd had my panties soaked and my heart in my throat so fast I'd gotten dizzy. A small part of me wanted to understand why he—a man who had killed so many—would want anything to do with me, the girl he considered a burden.
And I was definitely a burden.
I'd swung into the world of these retired hitmen and forced them to help me.