Page 10 of The Hitman's Prince

“When the time is right,” he murmured, discreetly palming his erection. “I’m content to let them play.”

And let them play, he did. Until they were all covered in sweat and cum and fresh bruises, and it was in the end that Gideon joined them, crawling onto the bed and notching himself between Fletcher’s shaking legs. They were rough together, but it was not without passion, and Luca and Daren touched each other beside them, the two stroking Bellamy until he was hard again.

I left before they ended for the second time. I’d seen more than enough.

Arriving home that night, I wasn’t more than seconds away from actually thrusting my way into Orion’s body. When I walked in and saw him hunched over the fireplace, wrist jerking wildly up and down his shaft, I’d wanted him more than I’d wanted any amount of money or power in my life. But I remembered the difference between the things my father used to do to him and what I’d just witnessed, and I knew I couldn’t justtake.

Orion had to give.

It had been twelve days since I killed my father. Twelve days passed, and just a handful of hours since I told Orion to be quick about it.

He showed up in my bedroom just after midnight in the same clothes as earlier, like he’d never bothered to getready for sleep. I was comfortable in my own bed, the king mattress plush and the sheets soft. With my back against an ornate wood headboard I’d had since childhood, I stretched my legs out in front of me and set the book I was reading down on my thigh.

“No permanent disfiguration,” he said at the same time as he knocked his knuckles against the doorframe.

“The thought of it pains me,” I told him honestly. He was too pretty to scar, and bruises would be enough.

“I don’t want you to ask about the ones I already have.”

I sighed and set my book on the nightstand. I wasn’t keen to bring my father into my bed either, but curiosity would always get the better of me. It was my curiosity, after all, that had culminated in shooting my father.

“I don’t like that one,” I said.

He tilted his head to the side.

“Fine,” I agreed.

“No bodily fluids besides blood and cum.” He bit the inside of his cheek and whispered, “And piss.”

Heat surged through my spine, and I swayed forward, beckoning him closer. Orion pushed away from the door and took two tentative steps into my bedroom.

“What else?” I asked.

“I don’t want you to watch when I clean out,” he said. “And I don’t want you to have other people watch either.”

“It never crossed my mind.”

What thefuckhad my father done to this man?

“What’s your safe word?”

“I never had one,” he said.

“You’ll have one now.” I was at the foot of my bed, crawling toward him, and he was three steps away, just barely out of reach. “And you’ll need it, Orion. So what is it?”

“Seafoam.”

Interesting choice.

“Seafoam,” I repeated. “What else?”

“I like being hurt,” he said softly, taking one more step toward me. “But I’d prefer you use some kind of lube if you’re going to put anything inside of me.”

A gory memory of him with blood between his legs assaulted me, and based off the way he winced, I knew he’d remembered it as well…and probably worse things.

“Okay. What else?”

“I think that’s all.”