Page 52 of The Hitman's Prince

“Would you like the easy answer?” I stripped out of my own clothes, leaving them on the floor for Orion to deal with in the morning.

“Sure. Yes.”

I closed the space between us, collaring my hand around his throat and walking us both backward until his knees hit the bed. He sank down and I went with him, crawling over the top of him as his head hit the pillow.

“You get in bed as you are,” I said, voice embarrassingly rough.

“How am I?” he asked, pressing his throat against my palm. “Sir?”

“You are mine.”

He huffed a breath. “And the rest?”

“You belong at my feet,” I said, bending low and brushing our mouths together. “You belong on your back, on your knees. You belong where I want you.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Orion’s cock jerked against my thigh, and we both groaned.

“The same place as the two of them,” I whispered.

He went still, swallowing against my hand but saying nothing.

“Are we in agreement?” I asked.

“Caspian shot you,” he answered, forcing his eyes open, even though they were heavy and hooded.

“On your order,” I reminded him.

Orion reached up and grabbed my forearm with both hands, pulling my weight down harder against his body, his throat.

“Sir…Vince…”

“We’ll talk about it another day.” I sealed the promise with a hot swipe of my tongue across his parted lips.

He nodded, sliding his hands down my forearm before letting them fall away. “It’s been so long.”

“I know.” I kissed him, tightening my fingers around his throat as I licked into his mouth. He sucked in a breath and I gave him the air he needed, body quivering at the delicacy of his throat beneath my punishing grip. I pressed Orion down into the bed with my hand and my body, loving the way he never fought me over the things he wanted so badly.

Orion’s body jerked, legs tangling in the sheets as his lungs fought for air he refused to ask for. I gave him the slightest reprieve, grunting when his eyes fluttered open, recognition coming back to his face.

“Watch me,” I demanded, shifting above him so my back was straighter and I had room to take my aching erection into my left hand. “Watch the way I own you.”

He locked his dark eyes on mine as I started to stroke my cock. I was careful to not choke him too quickly because I wanted him to see and hear how hard it made me to take his life into my hands. Needed him to know how much his trust meant, considering the fact that allthree men under my roof were threats to my own existence and lucky to be alive.

Though Orion was a threat in more ways than most.

He was my Achilles heel, even if he didn’t know it.

The blind trust in his eyes was too much for me to face, and I flexed my hand around his neck, pressing down on the right arteries. My cock thickened every time he gasped for a breath that wouldn’t give him the oxygen he needed. The whole time, his eyes watching me. Even as his lids grew heavier and the spasms of his muscles tried to overtake us both, Orion obeyed.

With one final lunge for a breath he wouldn’t find, Orion’s eyes fell closed and his body went limp beneath mine. His pulse throbbed against my fingertips and I came all over his chest, cum spraying out of my cock at the sight of him limp and helpless on my bed.

I love him, I thought to myself.

The idea was mad, but perfect.

I loved him, and my love for him was something that had been growing longer than either of us had ever realized. It was too big and too dangerous for just the two of us to hold. I would kill him with it if it was just the two of us. We could be so much better with more. Multiplied and expanded, and even then, it wouldn’t be enough to encompass the feelings in my body.