Page 23 of Sinners Retreat

“You should be able to get in a nice nap now,” I say with a smirk.

She laughs, then moves toward the sink to clean herself up. I grip her arm and stay her hand.

“I want you to finish the flight with my come between your legs,” I say. “Call it weird if you’d like, but just knowing you’re sitting there with my mark on you...”

She licks her lips and considers my request. “Okay, and what if I get a fucking yeast infection? Are you going to be the one to request some Monistat be flown to the island?”

“Way to ruin the moment, pet.” I place a kiss on her forehead and look into her eyes. “Just do this for me.”

She lets out a laugh and shrugs. “Okay, but only if you let me leave a mark on you as well.”

“Anything you’d like,” I say.

Without hesitation, she pulls me closer, raises my shirt, and begins to suck the skin above my left nipple. I can only stand there and watch as she leaves a hickey the size of Denmark on my chest.

Leaning back, she studies her handiwork and finds it satisfactory. She lowers my shirt and pats my chest, then turns to exit the bathroom.

As we return to our seats, the gallery erupts in a series of applause and raucous cheers. Kindra blushes a shade of red I’ve never seen before, but I just stare at the others and shake my head.

“Did you fuck her?” Gary calls across the cabin.

Cat leans forward and smacks the top of his balding head. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Kindra flops into her seat and covers her face with her hands. “Are you positive your brother has dibs on that guy? Because I’d really love to be the one to kill him.”

I need some way to take her mind off this embarrassment. The poor thing might never fly again after this trip.

“Tell me a little more about your brother’s killer,” I say. “Maybe I can help you find him.”

She lowers her hands and stares at her lap. Embarrassment has given way to depression, and I kick myself for picking such a sore topic.

“I don’t know anything about him,” she says. “He’s a ghost. Only one person has ever seen his face and lived to talk about it. That’s how he got his name. The Abattoir Adonis.”

Ice crystalizes in my veins, and my heart ceases to beat. The man she’s searching for, the man she wants to kill...is me.

Chapter Ten

Ezra

They’ve made several upgrades to the villas since last year. A new floating dock for swimming. New furniture inside, which gives it a homier feel. Home would be nice right now, actually.

A pain rips through my stomach, and I lean against the brand new chairs in the kitchenette’s dining space. I gave Kindra my last precious sachet of pills, and now I feel as if my bowels may evacuate from the sheer irony that has become this trip.

When I got on the plane and saw her, I thought the good fortune of her being there too was cute. Sweet, even. But now I think it’s a load of tosh. How did it turn from one of the greatest nights of my life to absolute horse shit?

I killed her brother, which is shitty enough, but then you factor in the knowledge that I only kill predators, and it only gets worse. It means her brother was one of them. There is no solution that will allow her to hate me less when she finds out.

I remove my glasses and strip off my shirt. The heat from the island makes the waves of stomach pain even more unbearable. Sweat drips down my temples.

“Ezra?” Bennett’s voice drifts through the windows.

I open the front door and get him inside before he alerts Kindra to our whereabouts. We really need to fucking chat. We didn’t have a chance once we left the jet. The host ushered us to our private villas and scurried away.

“Get in here,” I say.

He enters and closes the door behind him. “Whoa, you look like shit.”

“Then I’m sure I look exactly how I feel. Where’s Gary?” Even in my panic, I can’t take my mind off that bellend.

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