Page 29 of The Hitman's Prince

I’d been shared before. I’d been shared cruelly and violently, but that wasn’t what Vince was asking. He wanted me to sharehim, on his own accord and of his own free will. I didn’t understand his fascination with the priest and I didn’t know a single thing about whatever stranger had tripped and fallen onto his dick the night before, but didn’t it make more sense to keep these men closer? He wasn’t asking to be passed around the way I’d been passed.

It was different.

Hewas different.

“Orion,” he said my name like a warning.

I would have fucked the priest, with my fingers dug into the bloody wounds on his back. I surely would have put my cock into him and fucked him until we were both covered in it. I would have performed the whole night if it was what Vince had asked of me…of us.

“I just want to come home,” I said.

“Where is your home?”

“Here,” I whispered. “At your feet.”

“And in my bed?” he asked.

I blinked hard, ignoring the tears that threatened to overflow from the corners of my eyes.

“Yes.” He arched a brow, and I corrected, “Yes, Sir.”

Precum leaked from his dick, and he smeared it down his shaft with the tips of his fingers. Groaning, he threw his head back and stroked himself until he came, shooting jets of hot cum over his fingers.

I salivated.

Iwanted.

“Come here,” he demanded, voice low and gravelly.

I crawled closer until I was tucked between his spread legs. Vince fisted my hair and dragged his still throbbing cock across my face and slapped me across the cheek with his sticky fingers until I moaned. He tightened his hold on me, twisted his fingers against my scalp, and yanked until I was sure he’d pulled hair straight out from the root.

“If you ever betray me again, I’ll fucking end you,” he warned, the promise hot against my ear. “I will put you out on the street, Orion, and I will make sure everyone knows you’re a traitor. Are we clear?”

“Yes.” I couldn’t even nod. “Yes, Sir.”

Something washed over his face that almost looked like relief, but he tugged my face down into his lap, pushing his spent cock into my mouth like a pacifier. I rested my cheek against his thigh and suckled on him,happy to be home.

“Later today I want you to go to the church,” he said, swiveling his chair and notching me beneath his desk.

I knew what was coming without being told. My first test of loyalty, and it was one I couldn’t fail.

“And don’t come back without the priest.”

Chapter 22

Jacob

It was late when Orion showed back up on the steps of the church. In some ways, I’d been expecting him. The memory of his trembling fingers against my back as vivid as the memory of my whip. When I opened the door to let him in, he looked drunk on his feet, swaying a little as he stepped over the threshold. I closed the massive wooden door behind him with a deafening slam. Orion walked to the last pew in the back of the church and sat down. I took the pew across the aisle, wiping my sweaty palms off on the tops of my thighs.

“Did you have a confession?” I asked.

“God doesn’t want to hear about any of my sins,” he said, stare fixed on the bleeding crucifix that hung in the front of the church.

“You’re wrong.”

He turned his head to the side,leveling me with an unimpressed glare that I felt down to my bones. “I’m here on an errand for Vince.”

My chest expanded, and my blood burned hotter at the sound of his name. I had no idea what Vince would want from me after our little interlude where he’d used me as a tool to get back at the man who currently sat across the aisle from me. Maybe the errand itself was another punishment, him testing how far Orion’s loyalty would stretch as retribution for whatever sin he’d committed.