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VLAD

" V lad," Nero speaks, his voice loud in the small plane.

Sisi's eyes widen when she sees what I did, and she tries to disentangle herself from me.

I don't let her move as I prop one hand in place on her hip, bringing her pussy flush against the base of my cock and ensuring I'm balls deep inside of her before I put my other hand over her mouth, knowing she can't keep quiet.

"Yes," I reply, trying to sound unaffected even as I continue to fuck my girl. The only noises in the room are those of skin against skin, the slippery wetness produced by her pussy enhancing the sounds.

Sisi looks embarrassed, but also turned on, her body eagerly seeking mine as she pushes herself into me every time I slow my thrusts.

"I remembered something slightly off about the orphanage my brother and I were in," he says, and my little minx has the gall to bite my finger off.

A smile threatens to form on my face at her audacity.

Still keeping my hand on her mouth, I muffle her sounds as I grab her hip, tugging her closer.

Slipping completely out of her, I rub the underside of my cock over her clit, watching the way her eyes seem to flutter closed, her mouth open under my palm.

"Since we were recruited for Project Humanitas right from there, I thought I'd inquire a little to see if they know anything."

"Go on," I prompt him, my voice a little strained.

"The headmistress had changed, of course, but I was able to talk her into showing me their archive," he continues.

"And?"

"There wasn't much, but I found a picture of my brother and me. I've sent it to you just now. It's from one of the Christmas celebrations that the orphanage organized every year in conjunction with some church," he says and I frown.

"Church?"

"I'd mostly forgotten all about it, but there was this lady that always came by to inspect the children. For the longest time I thought she was with the Red Cross because she would also give us physical exams," he explains and I'm intrigued to see where this is going.

At the same time, I feel Sisi smile under my palm, her hand reaching out for my cock, her fingers brushing against the sensitive spot right under the head.

I hiss, shooting her a warning glance, but she doesn't comply.

She pushes me back into her body, clenching her walls at the same time and holding me captive in the tightest place I've ever been.

My body starts sweating profusely as I try my best not to come then and there, the orgasm almost rolling off me.

"Right," I reply, and this time my voice definitely sounds off.

"But now I realize she was from the church. And right after our last physical exam, we were taken from the orphanage and to Miles' facility."

"You think that lady might have had something to do with it?" I ask, my mind tuning in to his words, but my body a slave to Sisi's.

"It might be a lead. I've been trying to track her down since I found the picture, but I thought you'd have more luck," he says and I grunt.

"I'll see what I can do," I reply, quickly thanking him and telling him I'll keep him in the loop.

I quickly end the call, turning my attention to my little minx. Hand off her mouth, she's now grinning at me as she grinds her pelvis, slowly fucking herself on my cock.

"You're wicked," she whispers.

I'm already so close and after holding off my release for so long, there's only one place where I'd like to come.

Pulling out of her, I take a step back.

"On your knees, hell girl," I command her and she dares to bat her eyelashes at me.

"Is that so?" she asks with a soft mew, undulating her body toward me.

"Now, brat," I grit, my voice thick, my balls aching for relief.

Sin incarnate, she moves her body like she's giving me my own personal show. Hopping off the table, she lowers herself to her knees, my cock twitching as she wets her lips with her tongue.

"You don't know how to take orders, do you?" I grip her jaw, gazing down at her.

"Hmm," she hums, leaning into me until her cheek grazes the underside of my cock. She moves slowly, her tongue sneaking out to lick the head before opening wide to take me deep inside.

"Fuck," I mutter as she sucks the tip, her tongue playing with the slit.

One second with her pretty mouth on me and I'm already going crazy. Hand tightly wrapped in her hair, I force myself deeper into her mouth, thrusting until my cock hits the back of her throat.

She gags, spit dribbling down her chin, tears at the corner of her eyes as I fuck her mouth just like I did her pussy.

Like an animal.

Eyes on me, her hands are on my ass as she holds herself still, relaxing her throat to welcome me as deep as she can. Still, her lips are only halfway around my cock.

I feel my balls contract, my release nearing. I pull her head back a little, only the tip remaining in her mouth, more spit accumulating around her mouth and down my cock.

And fuck if I've seen anything hotter.

"Don't swallow,” I tell her, her big, tear-streaked eyes looking at me in confusion. She nods, her face achingly innocent and angelic, yet I know what lies beneath the surface.

Sin. My sin.

Her lips wrapped around the head, I fist my cock, stroking myself until spurts of cum shoot into her waiting mouth.

Like the obedient girl she is—this time—she doesn't swallow.

"Show me how you take my seed, hell girl," I prompt her, stroking her cheek. “Let me see my cum on your tongue."

My dick falls from her lips, and I watch in fascination as she opens her mouth to show me her tongue, cum coating the entire surface with some dripping down the sides of her face.

She looks so thoroughly fucked—and marked—that I can't help the way my heart swells in my chest.

Dropping to my knees next to her, because there's no way I'd ever make her kneel for me if I weren't ready to do the same, I wrap an arm around her waist, bringing her close to my chest.

My hand moves up her neck as I reach her mouth, my thumb gathering the errant cum from around her lips and pushing it back where it belongs.

"Perfect. So fucking perfect," I whisper, searing the image of her like this in my mind.

Her eyes crinkle around the corners as she gives me a saucy smile. Her mouth closing, she sucks her cheeks in as she's churning the cum in her mouth, mixing it with her saliva before parting her lips again, showing me the bubbles on the surface of her tongue, and the way she's playing with it.

"Fuck, hell girl," I rasp, feeling myself growing hard again.

She winks at me, closing her mouth again and swallowing loudly.

"Delicious," she leans in to whisper.

From instinct alone, I grab her by the throat, taking her mouth in a kiss, tasting myself on her lips and loving the way we're always one.

"I can't believe you fucked me on a plane," she giggles, standing up on wobbly feet and going to look into the small bag she'd packed at the house.

"You know killing sprees open my appetite," I joke and she shakes her head at me.

Rummaging through her bag, she pulls out a long sundress, easily slipping it over her head and tying the belt around the waist.

I pull myself together, standing and zipping up my pants. My gaze still strays to her, and I can't help but admire her beauty, the yellow of the dress only serving to accentuate her stunning complexion, the shape showing off her waist and her hourglass figure.

"No." She crosses her arms over her chest. "We're not doing this again. This is the only piece of clothing I have left, and you're not ripping this apart too." She presses her lips together, shaking her head at me.

"Sisi," I groan, though I know she's right. I need to get a hold on myself.

"Don't you have other things to do?" she asks, coming over and picking up my phone. "The photo Nero sent," she explains as she unlocks the phone.

"Shit, I forgot," I mutter, realizing her presence is too intoxicating. She makes me lose track of everything but her .

I join her as she opens up the gallery to search for the picture. Her brows are pinched as she scrolls through a lot of pictures of her—sleeping, eating, walking, thinking. I have a snapshot of everything she does.

She looks up, raising an eyebrow at me and I shrug, giving her a sheepish smile, unashamed at being caught stalking her.

"I can't help it if you're too damn pretty for your own good," I tell her.

"How come I've never seen you take these?" She continues to scroll through at least another hundred pictures of her—in the garden, in the city, in the bathtub or in bed. I made sure I caught her in every state.

There's this sick need inside of me to have her with me every fucking second. I have a hard time standing still even when she uses the bathroom. And she knows this too, since I've prohibited her from ever showering alone.

But inevitably there are moments when we can't always be together, and so I quench my thirst for her the only way I can—by staring at her pictures.

Fuck, but I'm gone.

"I wouldn't be me if you saw me take them." I wink at her.

A smile plays on her lips and she doesn't seem in the least offended that I seem to have a shrine dedicated to her on my phone. If anything, she seems to preen under the attention as she scrolls through more pictures.

"Wait…" She frowns as she reaches some older pictures. I groan when I realize which ones she's looking at.

"You were watching me," she whispers.

"I had Seth send me pictures of you up until I went to Peru since there was no connection there," I explain, and I swear her eyes look glossy with unshed tears.

"Why?" She utters that one question so softly and my heart breaks again for what I put her through.

"I couldn't stay away," I admit. “But I couldn't come close either. I knew that the moment I was within walking distance from you I would throw all caution to the wind and come get you." I sigh as I remember the torment I'd withstood knowing her far away from me.

It had been the worst time in my life, and knowing what I do now about my time with Miles, that's saying a lot.