Page 21 of Come Fill Me

Willy managed a meager one. His mouth jumped with tension then froze in disbelief as Carreon removed his Glock and fired, hitting the younger man between his eyes. His body collapsed to the floor. The heels of his shoes tapped the hardwood, the sound lost beneath the gun’s report.

Hector and Thomas didn’t spare their fallen colleague a glance. Their attention remained on Carreon’s gun.

He spoke loudly, his ears still ringing, “Which one of you was responsible for the security and the cameras?”

“Him.” Thomas gestured to Hector.

He shouted, “That’s a fucking lie. We both worked on it.”

“But I can only punish one of you,” Carreon said. He swung his weapon from him to Thomas, who’d helped kill his father and made the way clear for his command.

Despite the man’s instinct to throw up his arm and turn away, the bullet was faster, tearing through his throat. Blood sprayed in a wide arc then gurgled out. Carreon frowned at the renewed ringing in his ears. He watched Thomas fall then writhe in agony as he neared death.

“Too bad Dr. Munez won’t be alert in time to heal you,” Carreon said. “Too bad your colleague didn’t take greater care with our security system.”

“Give me another chance, please,” Hector begged, his hands held out in surrender. “No security’s perfect. Any system can be breached.”

“As we learned tonight.” Carreon slipped his Glock back into his shoulder holster then smoothed down his jacket. “Before I ordered you and the others to this room, I spoke to Victor. He has your wife and son. If you fail again, as you did this evening, they both die while you watch. Is that understood?”

An anguished moan escaped him.

Carreon gestured to the two bodies. “I want this and the mess in the rest of the stronghold cleaned up. Come daybreak, I want a group of men searching the desert for tracks, showing the route Neekoma’s men took. I want them searching for tunnels.” Stepping back, he pressed the button to open the door. “Before another night passes, I want Neekoma’s life and power in my hands.”

She didn’t fight him as Zeke had expected. She asked no more questions. He sensed she feared the answers he’d give or more likely didn’t believe a fucking thing he said.

He should have released her so she could return to the other side of the van. He should have treated her like the enemy she was.

His arm remained draped across her waist as though it had always belonged there, his fingers resting on the flare of her hip. Adversary or not, he found it impossible to ignore her, stirred by her alluring femininity. Her skin was softer than suede, warm with life, her scent intoxicating. The violet fragrance reminded Zeke of spring days as a boy, running through the desert’s wildflowers with his friends, laughing with the spontaneity of youth, unmindful of the trouble maturity would bring.

Not that being a man was without its rewards.

Liz reminded Zeke of how glad he was to be of age. Musk perfumed her skin, bringing him back to their moments in Carreon’s stronghold, him mounting her in full view of theothers, sinking his cock deep within her slick cunt. He recalled how tight and hot she’d been, submissive to his passion while matching it with her own.

And now she was his prisoner, her fate in his hands, her body a temptation for him to seek at night. In the privacy of his room, she could minister to his male needs as a female was born to do.

He grew fevered at the thought, imagining himself naked, sprawled across his mattress, hands behind his head, proving who was boss with one command.

“Pleasure me.”

In his fantasy, color tinted her cheeks. However, he knew Liz wasn’t the type of woman to acquiesce easily. She’d make him wait for satisfaction. Proving it, she ran her fingers over his collarbone first, then each nipple, followed by a lazy perusal of his torso that had him wiggling in place, wanting more, demanding everything.

Her openmouthed kiss on his left pec was a damned good start. The way she stroked his underarms and the tangle of hair in his pits was also pleasant. She licked his areolas then tongued the dark hairs circling his navel before moving on to his thickened cock.

“No.” He cupped the back of her head, stopping her from taking his crown in her mouth. “I want you on top of me. Now.”

In a show of disobedience, she lapped his wrist.

The wet heat of her tongue was enough to drag a moan from him, though it was hardly enough to gratify his carnal appetite. He frowned, and she finally behaved, straddling his body, easing her pussy down his stiffened rod, swallowing his length until their bodies touched and he found it impossible to think. The room spun.

He murmured, “Play with your nipples.”

“I’d rather you played with them.”

“No.” He swallowed at her cunt’s incredible heat then panted, “You’re going to do all the work.”

If she disapproved, she offered no protest, rolling her left nipple between her fingers, making the tip harder, longer, while fondling her other breast. The lavish lines of her body absorbed Zeke as few things had. He studied the moist skin between her cleavage, her curly brown bush, full hips, shapely thighs.

“Your clit,” he said, “touch it.”

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