Page 43 of The Hitman
“Then we bluff.” She peels my shirt off, followed by her flimsy one, and the heat of her chest pressed to mine drives me mad with need. “You’ll tell them if they don’t let you walk—for real this time—then The Reaper comes back with a vengeance.”
“You really think they’ll buy it?”
“They have to,” she says. “Because if they don’t, they’ll be making an enemy they can’t control.”
I roll us sideways to give her easier access to the waistband of my sweats. When her greedy fingers cup my balls, then work their way up my shaft, my eyes roll back with pleasure.
Without wasting another minute, I strip the last of our clothing off and position myself between her thighs.
“You’ll help the rebels strengthen their numbers,” she pants as I tease her entrance with the tip. I glide up and down her clit, soaking myself with the warm liquid pooling between her lips. “You’ll become more than a ghost. You’ll become their worst nightmare.”
Sweat gathers at my brow as I edge us both a little longer.
“That just might work.”
“You’re not the only one with tricks, warden.”
My nickname on her lips, the only one I truly want, is what crumbles my resistance. Her heels dig into my ass when I slidedeep, and she arches her back, bringing her perfect tits to my mouth.
Black spots pock my vision from the sheer ecstasy of her pussy. How she grips me tight, squeezing and riding until I’m shaking above her.
“Callie.” I drape her leg over my shoulder and angle myself deeper.
“Yes?”
I pepper kisses along her calf, admiring how her hair’s a wild mess. Her cheeks and skin are flushed so beautifully, so fuckingright.
“I love you.” I taste the words for the very first time. And then, because I need her to hear the conviction behind them, I repeat, “I love you.”
Her pink lips part on a gasp, eyes widening, and then she detonates my heart with a brilliant smile. “I love you, too.”
I reach between us to massage her clit, spreading my fingers on either side the way she likes. And when she bears down on me, giving me the sweet release I’m after, I shudder. My ears are ringing by the time I fill her sweet pussy with everything I have, but we never look away from each other. Not for a second.
My heart thunders wildly when, eventually, I collapse beside her.
We can’t keep our hands off each other—gliding them across our sweat-slicked skin, grazing the planes of our necks and faces—simply basking in this moment as if it might be our last.
“It won’t be.” Her voice is whisper-soft. I hadn’t realized I voiced my fears aloud, but steady, strong, and always my anchor, she adds, “They’ll accept our bargain because they won’t have any other choice.”
I caress her cheek with the backs of my fingers and press my lips to hers.
“Then let’s give them hell, baby.”
Chapter Thirteen
Jaxon
Twenty-four hours later, I’m dressed in black, my Death Bringers holstered at my sides while I wait for the Syndicate to show their faces. The derelict train station I picked for this parlay has been rigged with enough explosives and triggers that, should things go south, I’ll have a fighting chance of survival.
The mental image of Callie and Leo huddled together at the bunker in the mountains, anxiously waiting for my call, strengthens my resolve. It killed me to leave them for even a moment, but if this meeting goes the way I want, we can finally put the worst of this behind us.
I clutch the tablet containing the information I hope will spare our lives. Wind howls through broken windows, and my fingers twitch for my guns, but I don’t dare move when the heavy steel doors groan open ahead of me.
Four men step into the building, each one a lethal, towering shadow, packing heat and preparing for a fight. But it’s the fifth who draws my attention.
Carmine Vale.
He’s older than when I last saw him, but the cold bite of his stare hasn’t changed a bit. Carmine ran the Blackwell Syndicate with something resembling honor once. He claimed he only sanctioned necessary kills, claimed our work was for the better good of mankind, and I believed him.
