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“You’re mine!” Colton declared before throwing his head back and roaring and huffing as his climax mounted. He pulled out and gripped his shaft, jerking it, his spunk shooting from his slit and coating Zaire’s golden ass cheeks in creamy white streaks. More squirts landed on Zaire’s back as Colton stroked himself to the last drop, which he wiped on Zaire’s plump, beautiful ass. He released Zaire’s hair and collapsed on the bed beside him.

The room was silent and the only sound to be heard was their ragged breathing. Colton looked up at the ceiling and realized that he’d just fucked his mark and did so without protection. Jesus Christ, what had gotten into him? He’d never been so out of control. What was it about Zaire, this biker enforcer, that made him do stupid shit? Damn… what now?

5

ZE

Ze laid on the bed,his eyes closed, his asshole burning in the best way and his body was more relaxed than it ever had been before. He could feel the heat of the room now, but the cum drying on him was cool. Just when he felt the blissfulness of sleep creeping in, his eyes shot open. He looked at the man whom he allowed to fuck him and unprotected no less. What the fuck had gotten into him?!

“You better be fucking negative since you fucked me without a condom,” he snapped.

The man looked at him and snorted. “I am, are you?”

Ze nodded. “You’re… you’re the… first–”

“Yeah, same here,” the man said, then he sat up and carded his fingers through his hair.

Ze checked him out in all of his nakedness and it was glorious. God, this man was everything that his fantasies were made of. Six-three, muscular, and silver and black hair all over. Oh, how he wanted to run his fingers through the mane on the man’s chest. Especially as he took another pounding, his legs wrapped around the man’s tapered waist. His dick stirred at the thought and he had to push it back because he needed to focus.

“Why are you after me?” Ze asked, now that he was back to his senses. “And who are you?” He rolled over, then sat up.

The man climbed out of the bed and began getting dressed. “You pissed off a very powerful client of mine. That’s all I’m going to tell you. The next time we meet, I will kill you.”

“Why didn’t you kill me now?”

“I could have. I had you right where I wanted you… but then… I wanted you. It won’t happen again,” the man said, then before Ze could respond, the man’s fist shot out, striking Ze hard across the face. Ze’s head jerked back as pain rocked him, the impact knocking him out with the precise blow.

When Ze came to, the man who’d fucked his brains out was gone, but not his suitcase or backpack. His head throbbed and a wave of nausea flowed over him and he lay in bed a bit longer, letting it pass. When he felt like he could stand without puking, he climbed out of the bed and checked his suitcase to see if his weapons were still there and they were. What confused him more than anything was how the man had tracked him down and he still knew nothing about him. He took a shower, then tended to his numerous wounds.

His mind told him to call his club, to get reinforcement, but he didn’t want to. No, this game was so much of everything that gave him life. Involving his club would complicate matters and take away the thrill of the hunt. He didn’t fear death, though he didn’t want to die. But if he did die, at least the man who’d take his life was someone he deemed worthy. He didn’t bother to leave his hotel room, the man had every chance to kill him and he hadn’t… not yet. His Chinese food was ruined, as it had been spilled on the floor during their fight. Damn, he really had a taste for it, too. He ordered pizza from a nearby restaurant, which was always available and convenient.

He fired up his tablet and checked out the information on his own target. Even as he looked over Senator Kelly’s itinerary, he felt excitement bubble up inside him knowing that he was being hunted even as he hunted someone else. Ze laughed to himself as he thought back to their encounter on the elevator. He looked so unassuming in his suit. He’d thought the man was fucking gorgeous when he’d seen him, but he’d been on high alert at the time and wasn’t in the mood to flirt. He had no idea the man who acted like a punk in the elevator was a highly skilled professional killer. And holy fuck, he’d let that man fuck him into the mattress and loved every second of it. Zindel would run him over the fiery hot coals if he told him and he’d deserve it.

Speaking of his brother, he pulled out his cell phone and noticed he’d missed two calls from him and one from his president. He called his brother back first. “Hey, troublemaker,” he said.

“Oh, so now you can call a motherfucker back? I’ve been worried about you,” Zindel fussed.

“I know, I’m sorry. My phone was on silent, so I missed your call. Besides, I was sleeping earlier,” Ze said, which wasn’t too far from the truth, seeing as the assassin caught him with a right hook that sent him directly into dreamland.

“Well, I’m glad to hear from you now. How’s everything going?” Zindel asked.

Oh boy, how were things going?Ze thought to himself. Hell, he wasn’t a hundred percent sure, so he kept it simple. “I’m in Memphis now. I’ll take care of my mission tomorrow morning, then I’ll be heading home,” he said.

“Oh good. I miss having you here.”

Ze snorted. “No, you don’t. You love having the apartment to yourself so you can dance around it naked.”

Zindel laughed. “Okay, you got me there, but I still miss my brother.”

Ze smiled to himself because he missed his brother too. “I know. I’ll be home soon.” He hoped.

“Good. I love you.”

“Love you too,” Ze said, then he ended the call and contacted his president.

“About time you called, is everything okay?” Jimmy asked.

“Yeah, what’s up?” Ze lied. Well, technically, it wasn’t a lie. He was fine at the moment, but his situation was anything but okay.