Page 648 of Rage

Conor kneeled next to her, grabbing her head in his hands and pulling her into a long, dirty kiss that made my own cock go rock hard.

Fuck, I needed to be inside her.

Pulling away, he said, “Vengeful girl, you can have all the fun in the world you want—once the body goes cold.”

At that, the target began to struggle, making high-pitched, fearful noises.

Rolling her eyes, Kara turned back to him, leaning over and saying slowly to him, “Turns out it wasyourbody,mychoice.”

And with that, she drew the blade across his neck, and with a final, helpless gurgle, the target stilled in death.

Luke growled. “If he said to you what I think he said…”

Kara shrugged as Conor helped her to her feet. “He’s dead now.”

Stretching, she complained, “This shit is hell on my knees.”

Striding forward, I nudged Conor out of the way, sweeping my baby into my arms and carrying her to the bed, grateful thatI’d had the mental wherewithal to wipe Conor’s, Luke’s, and my identities and prints from any digital system that existed, so our prints or hair follicles couldn’t be matched up to anyone. Kara’s had been wiped by our long-gone enemies, and I’d kept it that way.

We were ghosts, and we liked it that way.

“You’re a bloody mess,” I said fondly before reaching down and tearing the bra and panties off her.

Kara grinned up at me, her eyes filled with the lust that often came after a good kill.

“You owe me a new set of these,” she said.

“I’ll buy you a thousand more,” I promised. “But first I need to stuff my baby’s juicy cunt full.”

Too hard to bother with foreplay, I flipped her onto her hands and knees, unzipping my pants with one hand as I filled her with two fingers, testing to make sure she was ready for me.

But then she was always ready for me and the copious wetness on my fingers proved it.

“You’re so wet for me, baby,” I growled.

Kara moaned.

A big hand grabbed my hand before I could lick up my favorite taste in the world, and then a mouth was sucking on my fingers, making me even harder.

I turned to look at Conor next to me.

“Pick her up again,” he ordered. “I want my mouth on her pussy while you fuck her.”

“Whatever you want, boss,” I said lightly, grabbing Kara around the waist while Conor slid onto the bed, his head toward the end, facing us.

“Ride my face,” he told her. “And if you say a word about suffocating me, worried girl, Luke will paddle your ass until you scream so loud we fuck up this whole mission.”

“Luke will do that anyway,” Luke said as he joined us near the bed.

I lowered Kara over Conor’s face, so she kneeled above his head. One hand on her hip to keep her in place, I grabbed my stone-hard and sensitive cock with my other hand, lining up with her dripping cunt.

“Keep her quiet,” I told Luke, who was already stripping off his pants.

“I plan to,” he said.

“Oh god,” Kara gasped, then screamed as I shoved all the way into her, pushing her forward against Conor’s face.

She squirmed against us as, with a growl, Conor went to town on her pussy and I pulled out only to shove back into the tight, warm, wet heat I called home. The positioning was a little tricky at first, negotiating fucking Kara while Conor licked her, especially as our girl writhed against both of us.

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