Dead Drop (The Guild #2)(86)
Security was getting closer by the second, so Sabine pulled herself together and wobbled out from our hidden position.
“Sabine,” a gruff male voice said, “you okay? We heard you scream.”
My friend gave an embarrassed laugh. “Yes, fuck, I’m so sorry. I just rolled my ankle. Stupid stripper heels aren’t really made for walking on gravel, you know?”
Leon shot me an impressed smirk, still covering the guy’s mouth on the gravel below us. Not that he was much of a concern, seeming to have just passed out. A bullet through the shoulder had that effect.
We waited until Sabine and the security guard had returned inside, then Leon and I manhandled the unconscious attacker into the passenger seat of the Aston Martin—because no way was he fitting in the trunk of either of our cars.
“He’s bleeding pretty heavily,” I commented, wiping my hands on my black skirt. “We’ll have to be quick to get answers.”
Leon flashed me a wild grin, then grabbed my throat in an achingly firm grip. “I’ll keep him alive, my sweetness. I wanna see you work so bad it already has my dick hard.” He pulled me closer with that hand around my throat, then kissed me so hard it was like he’d stolen the air straight out of my lungs.
I moaned as his fingers pressed into my fading bruises, tipping my head back and letting him devour me. When he released me, my knees wobbled.
“Race you home,” I told him with an evil grin. “Winner gets head.”
He barked a sharp laugh, but I was already sprinting back to my stolen Stingray, determined to get back to the house before him. I wanted my pussy licked while I punished a motherfucker for trying to hurt my friend.
37
Clearly, I underestimated my Bunny’s skills. He drove like his own mortality was chasing him, taking corners without even slowing slightly. Of course, it only made me push myself harder in a stubborn attempt to beat him.
As it was, he arrived back at the house just a second before me, and he wasn’t shy about gloating victory as we carried the dead weight of Sabine’s attacker inside.
It didn’t distract me from the fact that Kai’s motorcycle was missing, though. Where was he?
A tiny thread of fear and worry ran through me at the fact that he was gone. Like, was he coming back? Logically, I believed that of course he was. But part of me couldn’t fully commit to torturing the douchebag who’d attacked Sabine, while worrying about Kai.
Things had been… tense. And now he’d taken off. He didn’t strike me as the kind of guy to give up that easily, though. Not after everything else. He’d be back. I was sure of it.
Leon seemed to understand I didn’t have the energy for a drawn out torture session, and he extracted the information we needed from our victim in minutes. It was actually staggering how efficient he was, how calculating and ruthless. It was like art.
“Why send a beta mercenary on a job like this?” I asked Leon with confusion as he handed me his gun, wrapping my fingers around the grip lovingly. “Why not assign an executioner, like that terminator who came after me in London?”
Leon’s lips curled in a cold smile, and he waited while I fired three quick bullets through the trussed up man’s head before answering. “None of the executioners are currently available for new assignments,” he told me, taking the gun back when I offered it. He placed it aside, then rinsed his bloody hands in the sink.
“Oh?” I asked, curious. “How come?”
He returned to where I stood in front of the mangled corpse of Sabine’s attacker. “Because I made sure they weren’t. Beta-level is the best Blanchet could get.” His hand went to my throat, his thumb stroking the yellowing bruises before tightening. With a smirk, he pushed me to my knees. “A bet’s a bet, DeLuna.”
I gave a low chuckle, wetting my lips as he unzipped his pants and palmed his cock. He was right, and I never welched on a debt.
“Open your mouth,” he ordered, his gaze dark and his voice husky. I did as I was told, letting him pretend he was in control. “That’s it, stick your tongue out. Just like that.”
Pre-cum already beaded on his tip, and he slowly smeared it over my extended tongue, holding eye contact with me while he did it. The smooth metal of his piercing ran over my lips and clicked on my teeth when his cock jerked in excitement.
I flicked my tongue across his underside, and he sucked a breath as my lips closed around his tip, sucking him in. His hand went to my hair, gathering it up into a messy ponytail and using that grip to set my pace. The hard metal of his pierced tip scraped my throat as he pushed deeper, and I moaned my own arousal at the intrusion.
“Fuck yes,” he muttered, gripping my hair tighter as his hips thrust faster. He didn’t want his dick sucked as much as he wanted to face-fuck me. Which I was more than okay with.
The scuff of shoes on the carpet alerted me to Kai’s return before he even got to the kitchen, but I didn’t stop what I was doing. After all, I was the one who made the bet in the first place.
“Siren, are you—” Kai started speaking before he saw us, then broke off with a sharp inhale. I met his wide eyes with my mouth still stuffed full of Leon’s cock, and silently challenged him.
“We’re a bit busy, Ares,” Leon grunted, slamming into my throat hard enough to make my eyes water.