Page 102 of The Hitman's Prince

There was a clean towel on the counter when I stepped out, my clothes and gun already taken away. I dried off as best as I could, shaking the water out of my hair and wrapping the towel around my waist. The scar on my chest from where Vince had carved his name intomy skin was healing quickly, and I absentmindedly picked at the scab on my way to the bedroom, hoping to deepen the scar.

Jacob and Caspian were nowhere to be found, but Vince sat on the edge of his bed, a pile of clean clothes stacked beside him.

“Heel,” he said, voice low.

I walked to him and sank down to my knees in front of him.

“Where are they?” I asked softly.

“Making dinner,” he said. “Waiting for you.”

“Should I get dressed?” I swallowed hard.

“No.” He shook his head, pressing his fingers into the bruises his hand had left on my cheek. “Do you forgive me for this?”

It had never been a question.

“Yes, Sir.”

“I was frightened,” he whispered, fingers dancing across my chin. I rested my cheek against his thigh with a soft sigh. “I don’t want to lose you. Lose this.”

“I’ll ask next time, Sir,” I promised.

“Good.”

He didn’t say anything else and neither did I. He let me kneel at his feet and rest my cheek against his leg, and he petted his fingers through my hair as I focused on the steady sound of his breathing. It was the most peace I’d ever known, the only thing I’d ever wanted.

Footsteps grew louder as someone came up the stairs. I could tell by the weight of them it was Jacob. He stoppedin the doorway; I didn’t need to look to know. I could feel him there, behind me.

“Dinner is ready,” he said.

“Come on, then.” Vince grabbed my arm and helped me to my feet. He unwound the towel from my waist and dressed me in clean clothes, adjusting the seams and the hems until everything hung the way he wanted. He pressed his hand over the scab I’d just picked clean, then he kissed my forehead and headed for the door.

I lingered, swaying in place. It was hard to walk, to turn, to think. The weight of my new life wrapping around me like a weighted blanket tied to an anvil. I wanted to do what Vince told me to do, but my body…

“Orion,” he said my name like a command, and everything clicked back on. I shifted toward him, stare falling to his outstretched hand. “Come.”

And I did.

Epilogue

VINCE

Three Months Later

Ihadn’t let Orion get off for going on five days, and the deprivation had him strung tighter than a piano string. There’d been no reason to deny him beyond the fact I wanted to and I liked the way he submitted when he was desperate.

It was a Friday, three months after we’d finally eliminated all of the lingering threats to my positioning within my own family and those that were below me, and Orion had just stepped into my office, hesitating when his stare settled on the sight in front of him.

I imagined it would have been alarming to anyone besides him to walk in and see Caspian sprawled out over the top of my desk like a starfish, Jacob’s cock shoved into his mouth and mine into his ass. His own erectionpointed toward the ceiling, angry and leaking and ready for attention.

“You’re here,” I said between breaths, the sound of skin against skin only broken up by the violently wet sounds coming out of Caspian’s mouth, even if Jacob was gentler with him than I’d ever been. “Would you start a fire?”

Orion licked his lips and went to the far wall, the routine of lighting the fire in my office as much foreplay between us as actually taking off his clothes and showing me his dick. After the fire kicked to life, Orion stood and turned his attention toward the three of us on my desk. He pressed the heel of his hand between his legs, his face betraying no real emotion besides need.

“Come here.” I beckoned him closer with a crook of my finger, which I curled around Caspian’s needy cock as Orion closed the space between us. He came around the back of my desk, his stare drifting carefully over Jacob’s bare ass, Caspian’s engorged throat, and finally the place where I disappeared into Caspian’s tight body.

“Sir,” he said, almost under his breath.