Page 38 of Night Justice

“I came to make sure you were fine. This will be the last time we meet.”

Orla’s head started to buzz, and it wasn’t due to the wine. “Come again?”

“There can never be more than one of us, a vigilante, out at the same time. Last night was the very rare exception. That way, the rumors keep circulating, and nobody suspects how many of us there are. My time is up.”

Carefully, she put her glass on the coffee table. “Your time is up? You’re giving up the Phantom investigation?”

He shook his head. “Never. I’ll continue to investigate underground, and another vigilante will take my place on the streets.”

As he spoke, panic tightened in her throat and she rose to her feet. When she started his way, he shook his head.

“Everything we accomplished, the investigation is over? What’s between us…”

“There is nothing between us, Orla. You’re a journalist, and I’m a criminal. That will never change, even after the Phantom investigation is over.”

Orla felt like punching something, mostly his seemingly stone-cold face, so she crossed her arms. “I’m not some lovesick school girl. I’m too old and too cynical for that, but there is something between us. There has been from the moment we met, and that has value. Whoever you are, whatever you’ve done, I’m sure we can work it out.”

The way he stood like a statue, unmoving, and her inability to see his face made her even more eager to get through to him, to find something to grab on him.

He denied her once more. “I’m not broken, Orla. There’s nothing to repair in me. I have regrets, but not about my line of work. I wouldn’t change anything. When I was offered the chance to become a vigilante, my life made even more sense. I know the risks and the outcome of my choices, and I won’t impose them on anybody.”

“So you have nothing to say apart from goodbye and good luck?” Silence again, so she pushed even more. “If I need help, if I come across anything?”

“The team will keep an eye on you.”

The more he spoke, the more anger replaced her panic. He seemed to have thought this through. Orla had been certain he’d opened up to her, even through the mask. Had she become a lovesick puppy after all? Even more pissed at herself now, she was ready to spit nails. “Thank you, that’s very kind of you. Please thank your friends for taking such good care of me.”

Pouring herself another glass of wine, to the rim this time, she looked at him. “As you said, it’s probably for the best. If I’m lucky, the next vigilante that saves my ass will be as good, if not better, when he fucks my brains out.”

Her world moved fast; it took one full breath to realize she’d been taken from where she stood and was now plastered against the wall. She didn’t have time to wonder where her glass of wine went as her vision was filled with a mask. For a split second, she thought he would pull it off and reveal himself, but instead, he pushed the bottom half up. Orla had the briefest glimpse of his full lips and golden stubble before he shed his gloves and kissed her. He tasted of anger, bruising her mouth just as she craved.

A shiver coursed through her and he pressed her even harder against the wall. She wanted him naked, his hard planes molded against her curves, but when he ditched his gloves and slid his hands to the juncture of her thighs, it was clear this wasn’t about long kisses and soulful caresses. It was to be breathless, pounding sex, a race to orgasm. One last connection before the final goodbye. If it were going to be the last moment she had with the nameless, faceless man, then, she’d take all he offered.

His fingers traced the seam of her sex, diverting her thoughts when he parted her and pressed the heel of his hand against her clit. Her hips moved in accord, propelling her quickly toward orgasm until he pulled away.

She expected him to undo his pants, but instead, he fell to his knees. A man on a mission, he hooked one of her legs over his shoulder, and she thought he’d bury his face in her sex, but instead, he gently parted her lips, exposing her inner core.

Suspended between anticipation and nervousness, it dissolved when his mouth made contact. He could have teased as he’d done before, or lavished her, but she soon discovered finesse wasn’t his plan when he swirled his tongue around her clit once before closing his lips over it. The combination of suction and tongue flicks exacerbated her state of arousal and pushed her into orgasm before she could prepare herself for it.

Her hands clutched the vigilante’s shoulder and head as she rode the exploding pleasure, her hips undulating, drawing all she could as she screamed. As soon as it dimmed, she tried to pull him up, but he didn’t relent.

“Wait, please stop. I can’t take more of this.” His only answer was a deep groan rumbled against her sensitive flesh, and before she could beg, his hold tightened, and he slid two fingers inside her.

The tinge of pain at his sucking, and the pleasure of being filled and fucked, tipped the balance and now she didn’t want him to stop. His lips were lighter, forcing pleasure out of her again, lick after lick. Then he pushed another finger inside her, and she stopped fighting and her pleading turned to supplication. She wanted more of him; in any way he gave her.

“I’ll give you my cock, I’ll fuck you senseless, but I want to hear you scream again. Scream for me, Orla.”

Her thighs shook when his fingers rammed hard inside her and withdrew, rubbing against her g-spot on their way out. It would take time to make her come that way, and he had no patience. Her body wasn’t her own anymore as she surrendered to him and screamed. Her body jerked as the vigilante wrenched a second orgasm from her.

Still in a haze, her knees wobbled when he let her go. If not for the cold wall at her back, she would’ve sprawled on the floor.

Her mouth watered when he tore at his pants, pushing them down. She wanted to touch him, taste him, but she was robbed of that when he grabbed her legs and used the wall to push his cock balls deep.

Filled and wanting time to stop, Orla felt her heart twist. Before she could acknowledge this sudden yearning, she churned her hips, forcing a groan out of them both. With shuddering breaths, Orla held on, shutting her mind, only focusing on the delicious friction between her legs, the way his pelvic bone bumped into her raw clit, increasing his speed rather than slowing. His grip on her thighs shifted, widening her legs, giving his cock a new angle, and she saw stars.

Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, Orla buried her face in the crook of his neck, her cheek against the small accessible patch of skin and held on.

His scent was like an aphrodisiac, his deep voice becoming more vocal. Tightening her core, she reveled in how his hips jerked before losing their rhythm. Even with her limited movement, she matched his trusts, heightening her own pleasure until he closed his teeth on her shoulder and grunted, his body tensing.

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