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Damn. Here I was holding out hope that it was a sex kink. Guess weapons during sex was just Kai’s thing.
“That’s unfortunate,” I replied, assessing my next move. Leon was a tech bunny, a hacker. He couldn’t take me on now that I was awake, surely. “I’d probably prefer not to get murdered right after sex, but maybe that’s just a me thing.”
I ran a hand over my face in horror. Not at the situation, though it was unbelievable at best, but at my own shocking choice in men. Seriously? First Kai who was honey trapping me right back, and now Leon who apparently harbored secret murder tendencies? Fuck me, I needed professional help. Or a better vibrator.
She narrowed her eyes. “That’s the stupidest fucking thing I’ve ever heard you ask, Marx. Of course I want to know. Are you kidding?”
They’re handed down through bloodlines, because like all ancient secret societies, the Guild is fueled by wankery and bullshit. DNA is more important than competency.”
I took a closer look at the writing, touching a finger to the ink. Then I brought it to my mouth. Fuck. She’d written it in blood, the sick bitch. My dick hardened like stone. Even more so when I spotted the freshly applied dressing on my thigh. She hadn’t written it in her own blood, she’d used mine. And somehow managed to cut me without ever waking me up.
Oh yeah. I was coming for her… No way in hell was I walking away from a woman who was clearly my soul mate. We were fucking fated.
Their teasing laughter followed me as I headed to the bathroom, and I grumbled curses about how I needed new friends that weren’t trained in espionage.
“As for this?” He fucked into my pussy with ferocity. “This is definitely mine. Don’t even think about pulling out that battery-operated dick again without my permission, beautiful.”
I swallowed hard. I wanted to know everything about Stanley. I wanted him dead. How dare he elicit such loyalty and adoration from my DeLuna? He had to go. She was mine and I would not share.
Wasn’t everything in life just one big game, and dying meant you lost?
I couldn’t think of a better way to end an incredible night than stripping the skin from Bryan’s fingers. Not to make him talk, but to punish him for touching what was mine.
3982: You’re a psychopath, Bunny. 6279: No, I’m a sociopath, mon cœur. I’m your sociopath. Never forget it.
“I would rather help myself to a battery acid enema than help a lying, sneaky, traitorous fraud like you,”
She just laughed. “I like this version of you better. Danielle cried too much.”
My only logical explanation was that my greedy cunt was exerting her power over my mind, and slowing my reflexes. She didn’t want to fight Kai off. Not really. So she was making it easy on him. Stupid fucking vaginas with minds of their own.
All his crazy, unpredictable shit. It kept me on my toes, never sure whether he was thinking about fucking or fighting or fondue.
His lips tilted in a smirk. “Take your shirt off, and I’ll tell you the rest.” “What are we, fifteen? No. We’re not playing that game, Kai.”
“I hate the way you smile when you think about him, Siren. It makes me want to burn the whole fucking world down just to wipe him off the face of it. That smile is mine, and mine alone. It’s about fucking time you understood what that means.”
Leon hummed a warm laugh. “Oh yeah? Snap, me too. Was yours any good?” I grinned. He was really hard to stay mad at. “No, it was actually insulting how shit he was. And it’s only a three mill contract, too.” Leon gave a dramatic gasp. “Those bastards. How dare they? Your contract should be ten times that at least.”
Do you know what happens when a woman comes to a club like this, dressed like you’re dressed, and without a partner?” I flicked my tongue against my teeth, grinning up at him. “Hopefully the same thing as if a man were to do the same. I’d hate to hear this was a sexist sex club that you’ve sent me to, Bunny.”
“Alright, clearly you’re both keeping secrets, and no one is going to start sharing until we iron out the elephant in the room.” Kai quirked his unbroken eyebrow at me. “How do you iron an elephant, ātaahua?”
“Don’t make me regret it,” I murmured, giving him a tiny nod. “Or I’ll cut your balls off and make you eat them while you bleed out.”
“Ten points to Marx house,” Leon murmured, and I stopped dead in the middle of the pavement. “Um, Bunny was that a Hogw—” “I’ve got to go, beautiful. I’ll see you soon.” He ended the call before I could laugh at him for being a closet wizard wannabe.
