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Now would be the easiest time to kill Caleb, when he had no idea what was happening. Every time I imagined standing over him, blood pooling around his body as he stared up at me with glassy eyes, bile rose in the back of my throat. It wasn't hard to see that he was the only Donelli I couldn't kill.

“Caleb,” I sighed as I clutched at him in a poor moment of weakness. I wanted to tear him apart, ruin him like he ruined me.

I shuddered as he pressed against my ass, pleasure incinerating me.

“What, you done? Already?” He smirked at the way I trembled under him. “You can’t even fucking hold it when I finger your ass. What you gonna do when I fuck you, eh?”

If I wasn't trapped against the wall, I would have dropped right there. Straight to my knees and sucked his cock to make him wet enough to fuck me.

My friend Harley used to joke that it wasn't an addiction unless you were willing to suck a dick for it. And I went so far beyond that. Obsession barely covered it.

Harley was another agent killed by the Donelli's, another soul who needed retribution.

Caleb's other hand left my hip. He thrust it up to my mouth with venom pouring from him. “Spit,” he said, a stuttered wisp of air covered me, too soft for a demand that harsh.

“Do it yourself,” I bit back.

“Fucking spit or I’m fucking you dry. Your choice,” he said as he ran his other hand from my ass to my thigh, pushing my shorts back up so he could grab my leg.

I kept hold of his gaze as I drew in a deep breath. I opened my lips and spat straight onto his hand, and he groaned at the sight of me. A thread formed, stringing from my mouth to his palm as he removed his hand. He didn’t have to say anything about a blow job, I could see it right there in his eyes. It was so obvious what he was thinking as his hand fell away.

Tension vibrated between us as my chest heaved and he grabbed my thigh with his other hand.

“You’re such a piece of shit,” he growled as he lifted my knee to his hip. I took the cue, wrapping my leg around him, opening up enough for him to push his hand under my shorts, past my cock, my balls, straight to my ass. His slicked up fingers rode against my hole, and my whole body jerked as he went straight for it, shoving two fingers inside me.

“Caleb!” I choked as a wicked smile crossed his face. He knew he had me. My back arched, and I tightened my leg so my ankle hit his ass as I tried to spread myself for him.

“That’s it,” he murmured. “Fucking take it.”

I lowered my ass for him, giving him room. I wanted him all the way in.

“I haven’t fucked you for three days and your hole is still loose. Have you been playing without me?”

I pressed my lips together. I was never going to tell him I hadn’t fucked anyone like this since his uncle killed my wife.

“Fuck you,” I gasped as his teeth landed on my neck again. I ground against his fingers, rocking my hips, moving my hands to clasp at him and give myself more grip. One hand cupped his shoulder, forcing him away, the other stayed bunched in his hair, holding him close. He hummed against me, the material making his licks even more intense.

“Is that your way of saying you’ve let someone else have you?” he sneered. There was no stopping him as his tongue ran up the soft skin of my neck, and he kissed me again with a firm push of his fingers in my ass. I cried out, and he swallowed it all, giving me everything he had as his hand sped up.

“Caleb, stop,” I moaned, breaking the kiss as he split my ass cheeks to get himself all the way inside me. “I can’t take it.” But I didn’t tell him what I couldn’t take. If he knew his passionate kisses were ruining me more than the painful sting of his fingers, I would reveal too much.

His mouth tore off my throat as he brought his head back to me. “You seriously gonna come already, you little bitch? You can’t even take me rubbing your ass without coming everywhere.” He laughed, cruel and cutting as he pulled his fingers from me.

I should have stayed silent, ignored the need hammering inside me, my fucked up longing for one of the men who destroyed my family.

“You want to come, Eli?” He was panting, his gaze eating into me, filled with knowing hunger as he smirked. “You think you deserve to come after leaving me without a hole to fuck for three fucking days?”

Like this, I could pretend fucking him was worth it, as if this affair wouldn't end with a bullet in my head.

He notched his hips back to clench my cock again, pushing his chest against mine. Too hard, and too fast. “Fuck, yes,” I sighed, lifting my ass off the wall to get to him. I groaned as he squeezed, my cock aching with the pressure of his hold. “Yes, just let me come, Caleb.”

“No. Not a fucking chance. You come when I’m ready. And I’m not letting you come until you’re crying for it.”

He tugged his fingers from my ass, and I hissed at the sharp sting.

“Fuck you, Caleb.” I gasped. Releasing my inhibitions, even briefly, always led to danger, and this was no different. “Fuck off with that shit.”

Caleb sucked in a harsh breath and I tilted my head back, looking to the dank ceiling so I didn’t have to see his face. Until his hand whipped away from my cock and I let out a moan of protest.

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