Page 36 of Lethal

“How could I forget? You were breathtakingly beautiful in that room.” His eyes rove over me, remembering everything I did there.

“Who did it belong to?” I sit, leaning back with my hands behind me to brace myself on the wooden table I claimed for myself. A woman needs a good vantage point when watching her man torture someone for information.

Cole’s bright smile lights the room and he pushes his glasses farther up his nose. I can’t believe they’re actually advanced technology and not something he needs to see. He certainly embraced the nerd persona. I’m still impressed he fooled me with the same tactics I’ve used my whole life when interacting with others. I should’ve been able to see the signs.

“We all have a favorite kill room, several actually. But that one belongs to me,” he proudly tells me. He pushes off the workbench he’s leaning on and makes his way toward me. “Why do you ask?”

“I thought it was yours after seeing the way you set up the tools,” I say, nodding to the other bench. “But I wasn’t certain. Seems like you were Ravenmaster more often than the others.”

He hums noncommittally. “It might seem like that. But it really was a group effort. They were as vital at watching you and keeping tabs on everything you did as I was, but don’t forget, you had assassins gunning for you for a while there. We all had our jobs in protecting you.” His hands land on my thighs and he pushes them apart to settle himself between them. “I simply had more exposure being the eyes in the sky.”

I sit up and place my hands on his shoulders, tugging him firmly against me. “So who left the Polaroids?”

Cole’s eyebrows raise in teasing amusement. “I must admit, I’m envious I didn’t think of it myself.” A distant look enters his eyes as if he’s trying to come up with an idea to rival the images left on my bed. After a moment, he continues, “That was Jasper. He’s used to taking pictures of his victims while surveilling their habits. It was easy enough for him to make them look like Polaroids.”

A small smile tugs at the corners of my lips as I think about the threat he left about Grayson marking me. But then I remember it coincided with my tattoos. “What about the threat of marking me?”

“That one was both of us. Told you I was envious of his idea. Couldn’t stand not being a part of it.”

“And the head?” I ask, leaning closer. So close, our lips are almost touching.

“Jasper and I did that together, too. You know I don’t like anyone touching you. He’s as possessive as me.”

Before I can trap him in my kiss, the door bangs open, revealing the man we’re talking about. “Little Bird,” he calls sweetly.

Even though I have Cole in my grasp, my body aches to hold Jasper, too. It’s been too long since they fucked me on the plane. Well, everyone but Cole. We should really fix that sooner rather than later.

He saunters into the warehouse, taking his time getting to us. “Look at what I brought you. A new weapon to try out.” His dimple draws my gaze, making my pussy clench. Why does something so simple have to be so damn attractive? He holds the bulky object up for me to see, a knowing glint in his eyes of why I’m distracted.

A large car battery attached to a plastic handle dangles from his hold. My eyebrow raises the longer I stare at it. “Do you want me to hit him over the head with it?” I ask, unsure of how he expects me to use it. Vander might’ve been grueling in the gym, but it’s been a little while since we’ve done any muscle building, and it won’t be the easiest thing to swing through the air.

Jasper and Cole chuckle at the same time, the sound making my nipples pebble. It doesn’t pass Cole’s notice, his gaze darting right to them, but he doesn’t say anything, instead, he turns and leans his back against me so he can face Jasper. “Great idea, Brother. She does need to broaden her training in torture techniques.”

“Exactly why I brought it,” Jasper grunts, setting the battery next to the metal chair where the man, whose name we never asked, remains passed out.

The only thing I’m able to gather from their conversation is that I won’t be using it to club our captive over the head. I drape my arms around Cole’s shoulders as I watch Jasper attach cables to the battery, leading them to the chair. Ah. Now I get it.

Guessing my thoughts correctly, Jasper chuckles. “My little bird is so innocent at times. It’s adorable when our darkness outpaces yours.” My cheeks heat at being called out.

Cole’s hands glide against my thighs, and he tilts his head back to press a kiss against my neck in an attempt to soothe my ruffled feathers. It doesn’t work, at least not how he meant it to. My body has been primed for hours now, wanting to fuck him after watching his torture session. Now having two of my men in the room... it’s game over for them.

I turn my head to capture his lips with mine, my hands gliding over his chest until I reach the bottom of his shirt, where I slip my hands underneath. His abs ripple under my touch, my fingers exploring each and every dip, moving up and bringing the shirt with me.

“What are you up to, Little Bird?” Jasper asks in my ear. I didn’t even realize he crossed the room, although I hoped he would. His hand moves to the back of my neck, squeezing until I break the kiss with Cole, and he’s able to redirect my head so he can capture my lips for himself.

The moan I release into his mouth is muffled as his tongue dips in to tangle with mine. I lean into him, wanting to deepen the kiss as much as he does. At the same time, I lift Cole’s shirt over his head and hear his glasses meet the wooden table next to me. With his shirt gone, he turns in my hold once more, teasing his touch along the tank top I’m wearing while his lips whisper along my neck. The two of them at the same time light my nerve endings on fire, pleasure rippling through my body until I’m panting with the need to be fucked.

Jasper separates from me, but it’s only so Cole can return the favor and remove my shirt. The moment it’s gone, the hot Florida air kisses my skin as the threat of sweat already prickles against the back of my neck. Without missing a beat, Cole moves to the clasp of my jean shorts, making quick work of ridding me of those, too.

Not to be the only one without clothes, my hands grip the bottom of Jasper’s shirt, but he’s already reaching behind him, grabbing a fistful of the fabric and drawing it over his head. Muscles and tattoos... the man is a delicious snack. One I’m about to feast upon.

Cole returns to kissing my neck, his hands working to unclasp my bra and palming my tits once they’re free. His thumbs glide across my nipples, teasing them to peaks. But all the while, my gaze is focused on Jasper.

Knowing I’m watching, his hand glides across his toned abs, drawing my eyes where he wants my attention firmly fixed. Without unsnapping the button, he dips his hand into his pants, reaching in to palm his erection, wrapping his fist around it, and pumping a few times.

“Jasper,” I croak, my mouth suddenly devoid of moisture. He smirks, cocking his head to the side as I lick my lips, my attention following the movement in his pants. After a moment of driving me crazy with the need to see him fully, he finally withdraws his hand and opens his pants, bringing the long, hard cock into view. The sight alone fixes my dry mouth, and I have to shake out my hand, trying to rid it of the ache from wanting to wrap it around his thickness.

He drops his pants to his ankles, stepping free of them and advancing toward me, with his arms held out. “Come here, Little Bird.” Cole barely has enough time to step away before Jasper lifts me from the table and holds me against him. My legs instinctively circle his waist, and my arms drape around his neck. When I have him firmly in my hold, his hands trail along my back, pressing me closer until my breasts squish against his chest.

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