Page 96 of F*ck Steal Kill

“Okay, okay.” I laughed, kissing her cheek. “See you in a few days, freak.”

Joy hugged me and only told me to have fun, her parting words less threatening. Quentin wrapped his arm around me as a feeling of melancholy surged up.

“It’s okay to miss them,” he said, kissing my cheek.

“I’m fine,” I argued, even as a lone tear slipped down my face. Thankfully, Q’s emotional intelligence meant he didn’t push it, and he let me stay in my denial bubble for a second.

“Next stop, paradise,” Max cheered, pulling the sadness away and boosting my mood. Climbing into the car, I glanced back at the house one last time and said goodbye to the girl I’d been and the killer I’d become. It was time for a new chapter, and that felt exciting in a way nothing had for a really long time.

I guess the universe could grow as well.

* * *

“Holland, wake up,” Grady whispered, pulling me from the sleep state I’d fallen into. Between late-night packing and traveling across time zones, I’d been exhausted.

Wiping my eyes, I blinked as the early morning sun rose, the colors painting the sky pretty purples and pinks as it woke up.

“We’re here?” I asked, stating the obvious.

“Yeah, Temptress. We’re here,” Quentin said from the backseat. Instantly I was awake and bolting out of my seat, only to be snapped back as the seat belt pulled me back.

The guys laughed, and I played it off as I unleashed the thing and jumped out of the car. The instant my feet touched the sand, I felt something magical shift in my body. A feeling of expanding my capabilities by merely being in this spot in the world. It was the furthest I’d ever been from Foolshope, and I couldn’t wait to explore more. An itch was opening inside me, a yearning to branch out from the confines I’d been placed in and see more of the world. To feel more of the world.

“It’s magnificent,” I said, swallowing the awe in my throat. I always hoped I’d get to travel this far, had dreamed about this moment, but hadn’t ever believed it would actually come true.

Murderers didn’t get happy endings.

So it was a good thing I’d gone legit—or as legit as someone who liked to punish horrible people could go—because I wasn’t ever giving this up. Deserving or not.

“Come on, let’s check out where we’re staying,” Quentin said, pulling me over to a bungalow I hadn’t noticed. Focusing on anything else with the beautiful ocean before me was hard.

Climbing up the wooden stairs, I blinked to ensure I was awake.

“This is ours?” I asked.

“For the next four days at least. Then we’re meeting the girls at the hotel in town.”

I glanced around, not spotting any other cars, people, or houses. “Are we the only ones?”

“We better be considering I paid for privacy,” Grady huffed, but when I glanced at him, I found a soft smile on his face; the corners of his eyes creased as he watched me.

A wicked grin spread at the realization of our predicament. “Well, okay then.”

Lifting my shirt, I tossed it at Grady, then flung my bra at Quentin and my shorts and panties at Max. They stood stunned, my naked body fully displayed in the morning light.

“Come and catch me,” I taunted, taking off as I ran through the house.

Sounds of feet followed, and I giggled at the thought of being chased. Hello, primal kink unlocked.

I ducked and turned around furniture, making it onto the deck where a giant hot tub and pool bed lay. Arms wrapped around me before I could step onto the sand, spinning me around as lips crashed down onto mine.

I wasn’t surprised Q had gotten to me first. Mostly because he was the most primal-driven one of the bunch. His hard cock pressed into my belly as I wrapped my legs around him, falling headfirst into his kiss. Quentin had a way of kissing that always made your toes curl. He left me breathless as he pulled away, leaving smaller kisses down my throat. His whole being went into his kiss, and I never wanted to not be on the other end of it.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful, Temptress. I could worship your body from sunup to sundown, and it still wouldn’t be enough. I crave you every second I’m not near you. My dick weeps when it’s sliding in and out of your pussy. How do you drive me so wild and crazy?”

“You do the same, Magic Fingers,” I said with a smile, finally letting him know what it meant.

“And here I thought MF stood for motherfucker,” Quentin teased, kissing me softly.

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