Page 39 of Bulletproof Love

I repeat the motion, gliding my finger over her clit, adding pressure until she’s lifting her hips and reaching for my back. Leaning closer, I bring my lips to her ear. “Don’t you dare come, Trouble. Those sounds are for my ears only.”

“Fuck, Jasper… Please just do it.”

She wants me to fuck her. Get it over with and satisfy these asshole’s demands.

I slide her underwear to the side and drag my finger through her soaking wet folds, biting back a moan. I stop at her entrance, barely touching her. I won’t. Not here.

A soft whimper leaves her lips, and my eyes flash to hers. “They don’t deserve to hear you, baby. Hold it in. Bite me if you need to.”

She buries her face against my arm as I slide my boxers down just enough to free my cock. I give myself a quick tug, all the way down to my leaking tip. Even here, like this, I’m gone for her. Her gorgeous gray eyes are on mine as I press myself against her pussy, grab her outer leg and wrap it around my hip to hide most of our bodies from view.

I won’t fuck her. But they don’t have to know that.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so incredible.” I whisper for only her to hear as I glide my cock between her lips. “So perfect.”

The chanting takes on a different rhythm now. Faster and more haunting. I refuse to look at them. For all I know, they could be beating off to us, and then I’d really have to kill them.

Falin rocks her hips and I almost slip inside her. “Shit,” I pant. “I need you to stay nice and still for me.”

“What?” she asks, breathless.

“Please, baby. I’m barely holding on.” She flashes me a confused look but then buries her face back into my arm as I glide my head over her clit. Her teeth sink into my skin, giving me the perfect pain to focus on. “Yes, do it again.”

She bites lower, sucking my skin into her mouth. I shudder, hissing a breath. I up my pace, grinding my cock against her, holding her hips still. “Oh my God,” she says, muffled against my skin.

She’s going to come on my cock. Holy fuck.

I close my eyes and block out everything around me. The chanting. This sterile room full of weirdos. The fact that we’re here on a job—a job that could save lives. The only thing that matters in this moment is her.

I feel it tingling at the base of my spine and shooting through my limbs. I’m going to fucking come. Then she opens her filthy mouth and I know I’m done for.

“Come on me, Jasper. We need to make it real.”

Oh, it is real. So fucking real.

Another soft whimper leaves her lips as I rub myself against her clit again and again and… shit. I push up to kneel just as my cock explodes, shooting hot streams across her belly. I’m panting like I ran a marathon and as I look down, she is too.

For that moment it’s only the two of us, soaking in what we just shared. Hell, she’s more incredible than I ever even imagined.

The room suddenly goes quiet, the abrupt change jolting me back into the here and now. I grab my jacket and lay it over her, then get myself dressed.

“The offerings are complete!” Fairfax booms, making me jump out of my skin. I bend to pick up Falin’s dress, once I’m buttoned up, and stand in front of her as she pulls it over her head. “Blood has been spilled, wealth surrendered, and innocence sacrificed. They have proven themselves worthy of our fellowship.”

My jaw clenches as he turns to address the masked figures. I so badly want to grab Falin and book it out of here. “Tonight, we welcome two more into our ranks. No longer are they outsiders—they are bound to us by deeds that can never be undone.”

Well, he’s not wrong. What just happened can never be undone… or forgotten.

He steps forward, raising his hand like he’s some kind of twisted reverend. “Rise, brother Whitaker. Rise, sister Orlova. The darkness has embraced you. Welcome to the brotherhood.” His eyes gleam with satisfaction. “May your loyalty never waver… for you know the price of betrayal.”

Wonderful. Another group that’ll want us dead.Aren’t we lucky?

I carefully zip Falin’s dress, letting my fingers trail down her side until I reach her hand. I slide my palm beneath hers, waiting to see how she’ll react. The small, unspoken gesture will tell me so much about how she’s feeling at this moment. Are we broken or can we get through this? Time stretches on forever, but then I feel her weave her fingers between mine, gripping my hand. I breathe out, knowing that we’ll be okay.

A trilling sound begins from the back of the space, and within seconds, more begin. Different noises—clanging, chiming, reverberating through the room. Fairfax chuckles and gestures to one of his masked helpers on the dais. “Ah, just in time. Happy New Year, brothers.”

More masked servers come from side doors, carrying trays of champagne and amber liquid, passing them throughout the seated men.

Fairfax gestures for us to take our seats, but I interject. “We need to get cleaned up.”

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