Page 28 of The Hitman's Prince

“I was wondering when you’d come back,” he mused, not looking up from the papers he held, but setting themdown on the desk in front of him. “Did you take care of the priest?”

“He should have gotten stitches,” I said.

“I didn’t know you had it in you.” Vince pushed the papers away and leaned back, finally shifting his gaze to me. He looked tired, with bags beneath his eyes and a few days’ worth of scruff on his jaw. I’d just seen him two days before. How had he taken such a turn?

“I just did what I was told.”

“Yeah,” Vince said softly. “You’re pretty good at that, aren’t you?”

He rolled his left shoulder with a grimace, and I bit the inside of my cheek.

“Is my penance paid?” I asked. “Sir.”

He ignored my question. “Tell me what you and the priest talked about after I left.”

Clearly, no. My penance was far from over.

“He’s obsessed with you,” I answered.

“And you let that slide?”

“I made him bleed more,” I admitted. “I hurt him again.”

“After I left the church, I met a man on the street and let him suck me off in the alley,” Vince told me, very matter of fact.

I swayed forward on my feet, my head going dizzy at his statement. Was the priest not enough? He had to give himself to strangers as well? At least Jacob was a threat I could know.

“Say it,” Vince prompted. “Whatever you’re thinking, say it.”

“I would have sucked you off if the priest wasn’t good enough to sate your need.”

He chuckled, his mouth angling up in the corner. “Is that why you think I did it?”

“I don’t know why you did it.”

“Don’t I deserve everything, Orion?”

“You do,” I agreed, hating how true it was.

“The priest was good and so was the stranger,” he said, reaching beneath the desk and tearing open his belt. “But you’re better.”

“Sir,” I rasped.

“Crawl, Orion. Get on your hands and knees like the good dog you want to be and crawl.”

I was on all fours before I even knew what was happening, before I’d even told my body to comply. I crawled from the door to behind the desk, shivering at the sight of Vince’s thick cock pointing toward the ceiling. The second coffee cup I’d seen in the kitchen already forgotten.

“What if I wanted them both?” he asked.

“What?”

“If I wanted the priest and the stranger,” he said. “What if I wanted all three of you for myself?”

I breathed hard, chest heaving until the only sound I could hear was my heart beating like a bass drum in my ears. There were a thousand answers to his question andonly one of them was right. I had to decide in that moment just how much Vince Angelini meant to me, had to decide how much I wanted him. Was I willing to share this man with not just one more person, but two? And if two, then would it be three and four down the road? He stroked a loose fist up the length of his shaft and I blinked hard, my mouth too dry to form words.

“Do you need time to think about it?” he asked.

“No,” I whispered.