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VLAD

" Y ou're sure he's dead?" I ask, using my foot to turn the body around.

"Yes," she rolls her eyes. "I hit him pretty hard." She crouches down, two fingers roaming down his neck to find his pulse point.

"You should have waited for me, hell girl," I groan, stooping down to check too.

As I'd promised Marcello, we'd done some research into the new priests at Sacre Coeur, and indeed, out of the two, one had been worse than the other, with a penchant for prostitutes.

After much debate, and arguments from my part, Sisi had managed to convince me to let her handle the priest by approaching him in public and asking him for help.

I'd had a wire on her at all times as she'd led the man into a dark alley, and I'd been about to burst out too early a couple of times when his words had been borderline offensive.

I know that Sisi wanted me to trust her with this, but even as my mind knows she can handle herself, my heart cannot take the thought that she might be in danger.

It had taken everything in me to stay put and let her do her thing, especially as she'd told me how much she wanted to feel she was a part of the operation.

"I don't want to feel helpless, Vlad. Ever again. I like being in control, and while I appreciate your concern, you know I can take care of myself." She'd huffed at me, going in depth and listing all the reasons why she could deal with the priest on her own.

And so I'd stayed put until I couldn't any more. At the first sign that there had been a struggle between them, I'd bolted from my hiding place only to find the priest on the floor, out cold.

"The plan was for you to lure him away, not to kill him in plain sight," I add as I realize there's no pulse.

"Tell him that," she mutters under her breath, getting up and strengthening her clothes. "He was one second from getting too handsy, so I just hit him in his neck, like you taught me. I think I might have hit him too hard," she adds thoughtfully, looking down at the dead man.

"You killed a man with your bare hands. And I don't know whether to be proud of you, or mad that you put yourself in danger." I whistle, the sight of her in that tight skirt giving me a third choice—fuck her for making me both proud and mad.

She bats her lashes, slowly moving toward me as she steps over the corpse.

"Normally I'd ask you what you're going to do about it," she says as she points her finger into my chest, trailing it up my pecs and my neck and letting it rest under my jaw, "but I don't think that would be smart with a dead man at our feet. In plain sight."

"Hell girl." I catch her finger, already uncomfortably hard. "You're not playing fair," I growl as I feel her fitted to my front, my cock against her stomach.

My hand dips low as I drape one leg over my hip, feeling for her naked flesh as I move my fingers up her thigh, tracing the shape of one ass cheek.

"You know you make me hard when you talk corpse to me, hell girl. But when you're actually dropping them at my feet?" I groan, my thumb slipping between her ass cheeks as I move lower.

"I thought you'd enjoy the show." She has the gall to smirk at me, nuzzling her face into the crook of my neck, her tongue peeking out to lick my pulse.

"Sisi," I close my eyes, my fingers already drenched in her arousal.

"I'm one second away from taking you against the wall, right in this dirty alley where everyone can see us.

" My breath ragged, my dick painfully hard, I can barely control myself as I slip a digit inside her, feeling her snug channel strangle the life out of me.

"Would that be so bad?" she asks, her voice low and so fucking alluring I'm about to come in my pants just from the sound of it.

"Fuck, Sisi," I curse, shoving her against the wall. "Does that turn you on? People watching as I thrust into you? Or is it the dead body? You want to come all around my fingers knowing there's a fucking corpse at your feet?" I ask just as I push two fingers inside of her.

Her mouth parts, her breath coming in short spurts. My hand around her neck, I slowly massage the area before I move up, my thumb parting her lips and slipping inside her mouth.

"Tell me, is that what you want?" I thrust harder into her pussy, and her wetness flows down my fingers, coating my entire hand. I feel the way her body's becoming slack in my arms, her eyes wide as they never leave mine, her tongue playing with the tip of my thumb as she releases soft, mewy moans.

"Tell me," I repeat, wanting to hear exactly what she's craving.

No matter how depraved.

"You," she replies softly, her eyes fluttering closed as she pushes herself on my fingers. "You're all I want," she continues, sucking on my thumb as I finger fuck her pussy.

"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 when anyone could 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 like that, 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 I will fuck 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 for my blood now. "Some of these are very small 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.