Page 53 of Callahan's Haven

Of course, the professional that she was, the gun remained pressed into him the whole time, even as he yanked her head back and nibbled down her arched throat.

“Ah…” Her panting breaths filled the confines of the back seat. “More.” She whimpered when he moved his hand from her hair and cupped her other breast. He tightened his fingers around each nipple—squeezing while he sucked on her neck until she writhed against him. “Oh, God!”

“Devon,” he groaned before ripping one side of her blouse open and pulling the cup of her bra down, replacing his pinching fingers with his mouth and teeth.

“Yes!”

He played over her breast while one hand moved down her trembling body, bypassing the gun still in her grasp, to undo her designer slacks and slip inside. He tore away the bit of lace covering her to find her bare pussy soaking wet. He petted her slick flesh and teased over her slit before parting the plump lips and finding her clit, working the throbbing nub in time with pulls and nibbles over her breast.

“Mmm… Oh… Fuck me, Duncan! Fuck me!”

His other smoothed down her side, then slid over her pants leg before going behind his back under this suit jacket to undo the snap holding the blade in place.

“I’ll fuck you,” he murmured against her flesh as his fingers delved deeper and speared her opening with three fingers. The blade slipped silently from its holster as Devon bucked under his hand where he finger-fucked her.

She was close.

“And you’ll never forget it,” he whispered around her breast before sucking it deep. He bit down hard at the same time his fingers furiously played over clit until she came all over his hand, her cries of pleasure filling the enclosed interior of the limo.

The gun went lax against him as he swept the blade from the holster in one fluid motion while grabbing the gun with his hand covered in her release. He thrust the tip unerringly between Devon’s fourth and fifth ribs, smiling into her widening brown eyes as the blade went in smooth to the hilt—angled to the right to ensure he hit the left ventricle of her cold heart. He held it there while her hot blood flowed over his hand and she gasped incoherent words.

His eyes never left hers filling with tears. “Fucking me was one thing,darling. But you should never have fucked with my daughter.”

Her lips parted on a final whimper before going slack—her last breath brushing against his face in a long exhale. He held her unblinking stare as her eyes turned dark and the tears pooling in their depths spilled over her lower lashes and streaked down her cheeks.

She was gone.

Devon’s body slumped against the seat as Duncan let go of the knife and moved off of her, the handle of the blade still buried deep. He laid her gun within reach on the bench seat before taking off his blood-soaked suit jacket.

“Now, how to get the hell out of here,” he muttered, wiping his hands on the clean inside of his jacket while his eyes scanned beyond the darkened windows for any sign of the driver’s return.

At that moment, the limo door swung open. Duncan reached for Devon’s gun and pushed himself as far away from the opening as he could—his aim dead center of a petite, feminine body.

Aylin ducked her head down to peer in at him.

He let out a pent-up breath and lowered the weapon. “What are you doing here?”

“I forgot to tell you something,” she said with a slight grin before eyeing Devon. “Hmm…” She grimaced and then leveled her gaze at him. “I’ll take care of this.”

Duncan let out a short laugh and shook his head while climbing out onto the tarmac. He frowned down at her. “Who are you, really?”

“I’m a friend who has a plane ready to fly you home.”

It seemed Mazhar and his sister had many friends. The driver stood several feet away laughing with another man.

Was he one of their people too?

“Come this way.”

He followed her from beyond the plane they’d been parked in front of to a hangar housing a similar private jet with the passenger stairs down.

She turned to him with a smile. “The pilot’s name is Ahmet and you’ll find a change of clothes inside.”

“Thanks.” He glanced up at the entrance and then back at Aylin. “So, did you really have something you needed to say to me?”

She tilted her head, her eyes taking on a faraway look as she ran a finger down her scar. She visibly shook herself and met his gaze.

“Yes. Tell Captain Rothe, I thank him for saving my life.”

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