Page 62 of The Hitman's Prince

“Are you pretending I’m him?” I rasped.

Orion breathed heavily, his tongue worrying a small spot on his lower lip. I continued to move on him, slow and steady, not chasing after anything and instead enjoying the stretch and the burn of him.

He shook his head, lip twitching in the corner. “You could never be him.”

I hummed, looking up at the ceiling because the truth of his words hit much harder than he’d planned. Orion’s statement was meant to remind me that while I may gainfavor, I would always come second. And rightfully so, in some ways. But I found myself reminded I was part of a plan to not just take over the Sinclair and North empires, but also the Angelini dynasty as well.

“We aren’t making love here,” Orion said, the words turning into labored breaths as he bracketed his arm around my waist and lifted us both off the bed. He threw me onto my back and used his shoulders to spread my legs. With a quick piston of his hips, his cock was inside of me again, deeper than before and far more insistent with him on top of me.

“I know,” I conceded, the agreement punched out of me in time with two quick snaps of Orion’s hips.

He dedicated himself to fucking me after that, and it might not have been making love, but with every pump, he showed me a different kind of devotion, finally falling forward and pressing his forehead into the sheets next to my ear.

“I’d kill you if he asked me to,” he whispered.

“I know.”

He groaned, his entire body trembling before going still. His cock stretched me impossibly wider, and then with his hot lips and a desperate sigh against my neck, he came. Orion’s orgasm was a restrained thing, much like the rest of him. Spurts of his cum emptied into my asshole, the pressure of his own release so overwhelming forme, I didn’t even notice he’d taken my own erection into his hand until he jerked me right over my own edge.Cum shot out of my dick, splattering across my chest as I gasped for air beneath him.

Neither of us said a word as the high of our nearly-simultaneous orgasms died down. Orion was still inside of me, my cock still hard and sticky in his fist. His lips brushed over my ear, and without thinking too hard about it, I hooked my ankles around his thighs and my arm around his back. He had scars too, I realized. I traced over one beneath his shoulder blade, and all of his muscles went rigid as a board.

Quietly, I licked my lips, the air in the room suddenly too dry for me to breathe. Orion’s back was a map of wounds far more populated than my own would ever be, and judging by the way he pulled to get away from me, I expected they hadn’t all been given consensually.

“Well. This is a surprise.”

Vince’s voice from the doorway startled us both, and Orion rolled off of me so quickly he almost snapped off his cock. Instead of covering himself, he flung the blanket over my lap, and I watched his stare dart from his gun on the nightstand to the door before his shoulders sagged in something that might have been relief.

“The bed was banging into the wall so hard I worried you were trying to make Jacob here a permanent part of the building’s foundation,” Vince said. He leaned against the door casually, hip jutted out and one leg crossed over the other at the ankle.

“Nothing like that,” Orion murmured.

“Death by cock it looks like.” There was the slightest tease in his voice. “You continue to surprise me.”

Orion didn’t say a word.

“How long were you there?” I asked.

“Does it matter?”

“No,” I croaked.

Vince arched a brow.

“No, Sir,” Orion corrected on my behalf.

“I’m not mad, pet.” Vince pushed off the door and came toward the bed. He was put together like we hadn’t just heard him fucking Caspian into the floor himself. He reached Orion and took his softening cock into the palm of his hand, testing the weight of it before letting it fall back against his leg. “This is…a desired outcome.”

Orion swallowed—hard—and sank to his knees at Vince’s feet.

I wouldn’t ever understand the pull between the two of them. If I believed in soul mates, I’d believe inthem, but until then, it was only an undeniable force, like a planetary rotation that would yank everyone around them into the orbit if they got too close.

It was what had happened to me, to Caspian.

Would there be others?

The thought burned in the middle of my chest like I’d been stabbed with a fire poker through the sternum.

“I’d ask if he made you come, but the evidence is…copious,” Vince said to me, amusement dancing in his voice.