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It was getting increasingly more difficult to try and catch this guy because I felt these victims deserved what happened to them. Every single person the executioner had gone after had a laundry list of crimes and families they had tormented.
I was into all things creepy or witchy or Halloweenie? Was that even a word? It was now.
But what really caught my eye were the little hearts drawn next to my name. Had Liam been admiring me too, drawing little doodles next to my name like some high-school crush? The thought made me blush.
I drifted toward oblivion with one last thought—the executioner… Maybe justice did sometimes need a little nudge from the shadows.
On the wall above the couch hung a huge vintage Ouija board. It was spooky and beautiful and completely my kinda vibe.
Liam had protected me, and yeah, maybe it had been just an over partying drunkard, but throughout my life, that rarely happened.
Our eyes met one last time, and I saw the question there, the silent ‘what if’ that lingered.
I had no choice. I sent Jade to clean the mess hall because her nearness was a fuse, and I was a keg of fucking dynamite ready to explode.
This was my domain. I never got distracted, yet Jade… She was an anomaly, a glitch in my meticulously controlled universe that I couldn’t shake.
She's not yours, I reminded myself. She was my fucking employee for crying out loud. But she could be—should be—something more.
I was getting tired of people touching my things. Mine.
“You alright, man?” he asked, his tone light but laced with concern. “You look like you're about to kill something—or someone.”
Tonight, I'd make sure the Croix family knew to never threaten what was mine again.
Firstly, I shouldn’t want to fuck my boss. But secondly, I shouldn’t want to fuck my fake boss while I was undercover and investigating him as a possible serial killer.
Vengeance was supposed to be my only mistress, my singular obsession since the Croixes had torn my world apart. But Jade—she was different. She was throwing off my calculated life, my plans.
Two undercover agents tangled up in feelings we had no business having, falling for men we should’ve been interrogating, not fantasizing about.
“I own a haunted house. I better know how to carve a pumpkin,” he said with a wink.
“No… not so fast,” Liam growled against my ear. “I’m going to torment you, just like you have me from the moment you showed up in my office.”
Finally, I snapped. With a growl, I flipped us over, straddling him. Liam's eyes widened in surprise, then darkened with approval. “That’s it, kitten,” he purred. “Take what you want.”
I, Olivia Bennett, a seasoned federal agent, reduced to a quivering mess by this man’s mere presence. Oh, how far I’d fallen.
“Don’t let me stop you,” Johnathan chuckled. I hurried toward the bathroom, my cheeks burning now. How was I going to face him after this? Maybe he didn’t listen in to all the crazy sex Liam and I had? As I reached for the doorknob, his voice stopped me. “Oh, I forgot to tell you, good morning… kitten.”
I turned slowly, facing Johnathan’s knowing grin. “Someone had quite the night,” he continued, waggling his eyebrows. “And morning, from what I could hear.”
I had never wanted someone this badly, never needed someone with such primal, all-consuming hunger. It scared the hell out of me.
“I'm the executioner, Liam,” Oli whispered, her breath hot against my ear. I hadn't realized how close she'd gotten. The mirrors played tricks, distorting my perception. Her hand cupped my cheek, fingers cool against my flushed skin. Our eyes locked, and I saw a storm of emotions in her gaze. “And I want to make them pay for all the things they did to you.”
She didn’t betray me. She couldn’t. She cared for me just as deeply as I cared for her. It was written all over her face. She was willing to risk it all—her job, her life, her role as the executioner—all because she couldn’t hurt me, wouldn’t hurt me. She’d thrown away everything for me, exposing herself in a way that could have ruined us both, and yet here we were.
This woman was mine. All mine. And together, we'd make them all pay.
I flipped it over in my hand and held the barrel of the glock as I dropped it between her legs and turned it over. She moaned as I started fucking her with it. “You've been a bad girl,” I crooned. “Liam…” She panted my name like a prayer, arching into the pleasure that coursed through her. Her walls clenched around the grip of the gun, needy little pussy. The scent of her arousal filled the air. She started grinding against my movements, working herself to her climax. I gripped the gun harder as her wetness slipped down onto my fingers. “That’s it, kitten, come for me.”
