Page 11 of Dark Things (Payback Duet #1)

He nips my lip before attacking my mouth again. The kiss is possessive and intoxicating. Wetness pools at my core sliding all over the erection that’s pressed between us.

“I can’t stand being apart from you. We can’t guarantee tomorrow, but these moments mean everything to me,” he says.

I suck in a breath and reach between us to pump his cock. My touch is light, teasing. His mouth finds mine again, hands pressed into my ass, fingers dimpling the skin.

“Haunt...”

He snickers before letting me down. The water is steaming up the bathroom enough that I can’t see beyond the glass doors any longer.

“I know it’s been a while, but I’m sure you haven’t forgotten how this works. I'll make you come on my fingers, and then I’ll give you this cock.”

His knees hit the floor and he lifts my leg over his shoulder. But before he can touch me, I reach out and grab his hair in one hand, looking down at him.

Smirking, he waits for me to make the decision how we’re going to play this. While Haunt is as dominant outside the bedroom, he sometimes likes to be my little pet when we’re behind closed doors. He’s also a fucking brat when the mood strikes.

“I’ve forgotten…” I growl, tugging tighter. “I think you’re pushing your luck, brat. You seem to think you have a choice in what happens here.”

His eyes close and the look of pure bliss falls over his face. “Tell me what you want, please.”

A shiver runs over my whole body. He sounds so pretty when he begs.

“You’re going to devour me until I come all over this beautiful face. Then you’re going to wash me. After, if you’re a good boy, I’ll let you fuck me however you want.”

I grin down at him, releasing my grip, but scratching his scalp lightly. He doesn’t waste time, lips closing over my clit, sucking lightly. My whole body comes alive with that small touch. He increases the pressure, licking up and down my folds.

A groan slips out of his mouth, as he pulls me closer to him, putting his whole face into my pussy. All my nerve endings are on fire. His tongue swirls and claims every part of me.

“Yes…just like that…fuck,” I whisper. It takes all of me to stand upright as the first wave of my orgasm makes itself known.

“You taste so good. I could live down here worshiping you,” he growls into my pussy before looking up at me, those blue eyes piercing right through me.

Then his tongue ring catches just the right place and I detonate. My fingers fisting his locks and pull him closer before pushing him back gently.

He sets my leg down before placing a kiss on my stomach and standing. He captures my mouth, and I taste Haunt with the tanginess of my release on his lips.

“I’ve changed my mind, I want to wash you first,” I say, pulling away for a moment to grab the shampoo.

He takes a seat on the bench at the back of the shower as I pour out some soap and then gently scrub his head.

He leans forward and places his forehead on my stomach, allowing me to work in the suds.

“Do you think this will all work out?” he asks, burying his forehead more into my stomach. It’s comfort he’s looking for, not the real answer I can’t give him.

“We have to move forward. There’s no other option. We play his game until we have the opportunity to free Magnus, and then we blow the whole thing to hell.”

He hums as I wash the soap out of his hair with the handheld shower head. When I’m finished he stands and spins me around to return the favor. I lean back against him and close my eyes for a moment.

Killing wasn’t always easy for me. It was what I was accused of five years ago, but I never actually committed the crime. But now? I’m everything they thought I was.

Once we’ve finished up in the shower, Haunt carries me over to the bed and lays me down before kneeling between my open legs. He removes my towel and stares down at me.

“I need to feel close to you. I don’t think I can do rough tonight,” he says.

I reach up and cup his face in between my hands and rub my thumb over his cheekbone. Before moving down to press my palm on the tattoo of the ‘R’ on his chest. I trace the black smoke that surrounds it and wraps up his shoulder. “I said any way you want. I just need you inside of me.”

He leans over my body before his hands slip in between us, rubbing my still-sensitive clit for a moment.

His fingers slide inside of me, pumping in and out.

He attacks my mouth, swirling his piercing against my tongue.

Nipping at my bottom lip, he increases the speed of his fingers.

He trails kisses down my neck, sucking and biting on my collarbone.

That’s going to leave a mark, but I can’t find it in me to care.

I gasp, moaning and letting a second orgasm roll through me .

“You’re so beautiful when you come all over my fingers. My life, my joy.”

I feel the pressure of his cock at my opening. Slipping in slowly, he stretches me until all I can feel is our connection.

“Every time is like the first time. I could never get tired of this,” he whispers into my lips.

His next kiss isn’t rushed or hard; it’s slow and lazy. Gentle in the way you would never think two killers could ever be. He makes love to my mouth.

“Move, Haunt,” I sigh. “I need to feel every part of you.”

He cradles my head, elbows by my ears as he pumps in and out of me, never losing the connection. Haunt was the first person I allowed in enough to see this side of me. The vulnerable girl who was abandoned by everyone. A patsy in a game she didn’t know she was playing.

My third orgasm creeps up unhurriedly. A bright warm glow in my core spreads throughout my body until it explodes, making me moan into his mouth.

“Fuck, Reb. The way you squeeze my cock. I’m not gonna be able to last.”

I wrap my legs around his ass and pull him in closer. “Come inside of me, my love. I want to feel you paint my insides with your cum.”

He growls, pumping three more times before letting go. He never stops holding me, placing little kisses all over my face and shoulder before slipping out of me and getting up to get a washcloth. Haunt has always been a gentleman with aftercare.

I stare at the ceiling for a moment, catching my breath and thinking about all the shit that’s happened since we’ve arrived in Saratoga.

Seeing the guys for the first time in five years has fucked with my head.

While it’s never been easy being a killer, I’ve never had to question my goals.

Now with revenge holding my heart, I’m going to have to find a way to free Haunt, Magnus, Cat and myself… and take care of my boy problem.