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"That's the perfect answer, my sweet little flower," I murmur against her lips, leaning forward and giving her a long lick with my tongue. "Because I'm going to give you a prize for your kill." I continue to thrust in and out of her, my thumb on her clit as I circle the little bud until she's writhing in my arms.

My knee between her legs, I let her place all her weight on me as she starts coming, her orgasm making her gasp against my mouth.

"But I'm not going to fuck you now. Not whenanyonecould see you. I told you before, hell girl. You're for my eyes only. Your sounds." I apply more pressure on her pussy with my entire hand, the back of my palm squeezing her clit while my fingers are buried deep inside her. "Your facial expressions. Everything is for me, and me alone. Understand?"

"Yes." She can barely speak as she crashes against me, her head on my shoulder, her breathing harsh.

"Good." I lift the fingers coated in her essence and I bring them to my mouth, sucking them. "Because I'd have to kill anyone who saw you," I add, my other hand still on her neck as I gently knead her flesh. "I would gouge their eyes out, and turn their brains to mush," I rasp, violence simmering inside me at the thought of another looking at her.

"You'd give them a lobotomy?" she probes, amused.

"I'd obliterate every sensory organ," I continue, and I notice she's getting off on my description. "I'd make it so that there's nothing left of them. Is that what you want, hell girl? You want me to take them apart limb by limb while you watch? You'd likethat, wouldn't you? Seeing the river of blood that flows out of their veins…" I trail off, feeling the way her pulse picks up.

"You think I haven't realized that blood turns you on?" She gasps softly, lifting those pretty eyes of hers to look at me, so light and big and fuck me if the way she gazes at me alone doesn't unman me.

"What is it about it that arouses you so? Is it the color? That deep red that mesmerizes and tantalizes the senses? Or is it the consistency? That sticky feeling that reminds you of my cum all over your tight little body?"

Her body starts quivering, my words affecting her just like my touch. Her cheeks are flushed, her pupils so fucking big as if she drowned herself in belladonna. "Or wait," I chuckle softly, moving my mouth over her cheek until I reach her ear, nibbling at the small lobe.

"I think it's the sight of life leaving a body that has you so hot and bothered. The fact that red is the very essence of life, and when it flows…" I pause as I hear her intake of breath, "You gain control over death."

Her mouth drops open, and the beginning of a moan escapes her lips before I swallow it whole with my mouth, feeling her pleasure as mine. That mere action has me coming on the spot, my cock jerking in my jeans, spurts of cum staining the inside of my pants.

It's minutes later that she gains control of her body, and as she glances up at me, I know that she can feel how fucking hard I came just from pleasuring her.

The corners of her mouth lift up in a mischievous smile.

"You're dangerous," she whispers, her hand trailing down my chest, "but maybe I'm more dangerous," she says as she slips her hand beneath the waistband of my pants, cupping me and giving me a quick stroke, her hand gathering all my cum as she brings it up to her face.

She teases me with her tongue as she licks my seed off her fingers, all the while giving me that innocent look of hers.

"That's it, Sisi. We need to get back," I breathe out, barely able to contain myself. "Now."

She blinks twice as she realizes the urgency of my words and for once she starts behaving, probably knowing that if she pushes me over the brink Iwillfuck her right here, and then I'll have to kill any unlucky passerby.

We quietly load the priest in the back of my car and then we're back at the compound, finalizing the plans.

True to her word, Sisi had designed a board of connections for everyone we'd been able to find information on, with some people still holding question marks—like DeVille and Guerra.

There's a question mark from Meester to Miles as well, but his other connections to my father and brother are becoming clearer.

Dressed in a pair of wide-legged pants and a tight shirt, she's standing in front of the panel, her thumb stroking her jaw as she's considering the information.

"There's something that doesn't sit right with me." She turns to me, frowning. I nod to her to continue, taking a chair and waiting for her to speak.

"See here." She points to all the Russian Syndicates that are confirmed to be involved with Miles. The same ones who are out formyblood now. "Some of these areverysmall organizations," she notes, grabbing a file and going through each organization in part.

"Vasiliev has maybe fifty people in total, Semenov has even less. You and Yelchin have the most under you, but even that isn't great."

"Are you criticizing my organization, hell girl?" I drawl but she just rolls her eyes at me.

"With these numbers, why would they be investing in a super soldier experiment? What's in it for them? And an experiment that doesn't have any reliable data either."

My lips curl up and I can't help but look at her in awe.

"You'd be right." I get up from the chair and head to her board, continuing to watch her as she walks me through her reasoning.

"At first, I thought that maybe they'd want these super soldiers for their own organization, and certainly, who wouldn't want someone who doesn't feel pain." She tilts her head at me, "Has no fear and is practically a war machine. But this is an exorbitant amount of money that's been flowing from and into their accounts." She thrusts the papers at me.