Page 37 of The Hitman's Prince

His heart.

“Orion.” I looked at the man kneeling beside me, his weary eyes and his tired mouth. “Would you fuck him if I asked?”

There was barely any hesitation before he answered, “Yes, Sir.”

“Do you want to?”

His jaw ticked and he swallowed hard enough for me to hear.

Normally, what Orion wanted had no bearing on what I wanted. For the most part, we were in alignment in the bedroom. He wanted to be hurt and I was happy to hurt him…I was my father’s son, after all. But beneath it all, the place where my father and I differed, I carried a respect for the gifts Orion gave me with his submission. He had an absolute disregard for his own well-being; I couldn’t also cast it aside.

“Doesn’t matter,” I said before he could answer. I knew enough what defying me would cost him. “I don’t feel like sharing.”

His unreadable expression led me to believe me fucking the priest wouldn’t have hurt him any less than if I’d demanded it of him, and for the first time, I wondered if I’d gone too far. Most of my talk about being greedy and wanting them both, wanting all three of them, had been designed to test the bounds of Orion’s devotion to me.

He’d paid his penance and passed with flying colors. He’d done it a hundred times over. Now that I had them both in front of me, now that I’d been able to admire theunique perfection of them both, I wondered if it was worth it. Something shifted inside of me, and my needs changed as quickly as the wind. Ididwant to see them together. My two little fuck trophies, sweaty and writhing.

But it would take time because I didn’t want them to do it because they’d been told. I wanted them to want it. I wanted them to be as desperate for each other as they were for me.

“Show him around the house,” I said, brushing Orion’s hair away from his face. I loved him like this, disheveled and needy. “Get something to eat, then take him to the guest room.”

“Are you hungry?” he asked me.

I smiled down at him, cradling the curve of his jaw. “I could eat, Orion. Thank you.”

Something flashed in his eyes and he reeled back, not pulling away, but obviously trying to put space between us. I didn’t understand, and I wasn’t sure I liked it.

“Go,” I said, giving him a shove away.

Whatever had unsettled him washed over me, leaving prickles up the back of my neck. Orion fell onto his ass, and I slid back my chair. I was still naked from the shower and unless I wanted to parade around that way, I needed to get dressed. Orion waited on the ground until I was on the other side of the desk, and I stalked toward Jacob, gripping his chin tight in my hand.

“What are your limits, Priest?”

His pupils dilated, obscuring almost the entirety of his whiskey-colored irises.

“I don’t have any.”

“That’s a blank check you don’t want me to cash,” I warned, hooking my thumb into his mouth, over his bottom teeth and against his tongue. I forced him down to his knees. “Try again.”

He blinked rapidly, head shaking side to side.

“Coprophilia,” he murmured.

I huffed out a laugh. “The proper name and everything. How long did you say you’ve been a priest?”

“I didn’t.”

Behind me, Orion stood. I’d know the creak of his hips, the rustle of his clothes anywhere.

“You clearly have no issue with blood,” I said. I could feel the quiver in Jacob’s jaw, vibrating up my forearm. “And I don’t think you would argue over spit or cum.”

“Or piss,” he mumbled around my thumb.

“Going straight to hell then, are we?” I shifted the angle of my wrist, shoving fingers into his mouth to pry his jaw open wider.

Orion took another step closer and, without thinking, I leaned back toward him, even though we weren’t close enough to touch.

That man was going to be my undoing.