Page 64 of V for Vindictive

“V,” Phillip warned, playing his part well.

The Dark Fae grinned like a damn imp, and I tried to ignore the small part of me that was utterly attracted to him for it. “I quite like this partner of yours, Phillip. She’s a great deal smarter than you and much nicer to look at.”

Smirking, I tossed Phillip a triumphant look. “I win.”

Phillip gripped Cash so hard the Dark Fae cried out.

“Okay, okay. Don’t get your knickers in a twist, sheesh. No sense of humor at all on this one,” Cash complained, sneaking a glance at me and grinning when he caught me smiling against my will. “Hold on tight, if you’d be so kind,” the punished Fae demanded, his thumb caressing my hand tenderly and drawing my gaze over to it.

I might be totally misreading the signals here, but I was starting to think that I’d effectively seduced the man. Granted, I’d only intended to encourage a comradery and not an illicit liaison, but beggars can’t be choosers.

The rock in Cassius’s hand glowed and vibrated above his palm before the air was sucked right from my lungs and my head went light and hazy. Everything was spinning and confused for a second before we stood behind a set of brick buildings, somewhere in a back-lot where very few people wandered.

Phillip eyed Cash’s hand still holding mine and dragged me away from the Dark Fae by the arm. “Cheers,” he remarked mockingly. “Our accommodations are elsewhere, but you hang out here and try not to get killed, mate.”

The Dark Fae’s smile dropped. “We’re not staying somewhere together?”

“And let you steal my partner while I sleep? My, my, you must really think I’m a stupid bastard, Cash.” Phillip’s hand found my lower back as he addressed the man, not at all worried what message the closeness might suggest to a clever mind. “You’re only here because V thought you’d be useful, but I’m still not sure whether or not you’re worth keeping alive. You run your mouth and switch sides any chance you get. So let me be clear, you’re here purely because of this woman, and when she gives me any reason to rectify that, I’m going to take it. Capiche?”

Shots fired!

I quietly admired how Phillip folded that smarmy little “capiche” comment into his snarky monologue, taunting the other man’s use of it. It didn’t occur to me I might be enormously turned on by Phillip verbally assaulting someone in my presence, mostly because he did it to people I cared about who didn’t deserve the tongue-lashing. But the familiar tension between my legs argued I absolutely could be aroused by something as simple as this.

I’m most definitely a nympho. Certifiably so.

Cassius’s eyes jerked over to me, searching for something. “Then I guess I owe you my life, milady,” he finally entreated, lips lifted slightly. “I won’t forget it.”

Something about his expression hit me again, and even though I knew he was a master of manipulation, I was effectively caught by the sincerity of it.

“Um, right,” I retorted slowly.

“Until tomorrow,” Cassius said pointedly to me and me alone before bowing his head. Then fixing his shirt and pants, he strode towards the main road and took a left before disappearing from sight.

I watched him until Phillip’s fingers slipped between mine and my hand was pulled. “Come, love. We can flit from here.”

Smirking, I grasped the older Hunter’s hand and we quickly escaped the town, leaving Cassius behind.

It wasn’t even two seconds after the motel door shut when the other Hunter was on me like a lion would be a gazelle.

Lion analogies, V? Really? That’s what we’ve amounted to as a person?

The gorgeous oversized man stripped out of his shirt, exposing nothing but tattooed muscles and the sexy piercings I always found myself eager to play with. Everything on him was flexed and taut, the same way it was in a fight. It was mesmerizing to look at this close up. Even though I’d seen it a hundred times in the bedroom, it still got me all hot and bothered before one touch was exchanged.

Hooded ice-blue eyes gazed at me when I took several steps back, discarding my jacket and weapons. Each hit with a distinctive thud on the carpet. My pulse raged in my ears, knowing the look the Austrian gave me to be one that meant I wasn’t going to get a wink of sleep. Not that I minded. But playing coy was sort of our schtick, so I evaded his reach before I was captured by firm hands and slammed down onto the bed with enough force to steal a gasp from my throat.

The beautiful jerk really got off on the chase and fight I gave him each time. As he once described it, Phil wanted a brat he’d need to tame with a spank or two. I’d never admit to anyone out loud how much I enjoyed being it for him. Granted, being a brat came naturally to me. I wanted to be punished, just a little. I wanted to fight, argue, trade saucy insults, and then feel the other Hunter’s massive hands around my throat, squeezing the air I didn’t need.

Phillip’s knee parted my thighs roughly, and my voice fled in a surprised moan. “You were a little too convincing today, mein Schatz. Almost as if you wanted to be punished,” he admonished in a voice laced with sexy displeasure.

Don’t ask me how I know the difference between regular displeasure and sexy displeasure, I just do.

His powerful body hovered over mine as one of his tattooed hands slid along my naked stomach, lifting my shirt away from my breasts. When my eyes dropped to his hand, Phillip grabbed me around the jaw and forced my stare back to his. After satisfying himself with the desperate look twisting my face, the Austrian offered me an impish smirk and bent his head down to suck my nipple into his mouth after skillfully yanking the lace of my bra away.

I shifted and swiveled against the sensation, already giving into him. His mouth was so hot and his tongue so wet that it didn’t take much to make me a vocal mess. The powerful older man worshipped the flesh and nub of my breast, an expert at giving me pleasure.

No matter how many times I found myself under him, every time was a new sensation and feeling. It never failed to surprise moans from my throat.

Blunt nails scored their way down my toned stomach, and I curved up, groaning in need. “Don’t forget whose you are,” Phillip whispered huskily, stealing a hot kiss.

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