“And I think it makes you even more handsome. Total badass.” She gave a genuine smile then. Flirting as we bled. Hot bitch.
She backed away a few more steps.
I wanted her. I wanted the money. It looked like I was getting neither.
Liam and I exchanged a look. We were fucked. We botched this job. No one would hire us to do wet work again.
She stopped and frowned. “Look. I do feel a little bad, what with taking all the money and all the fun. I’ll make you a deal. If you can find me. I’ll give you back half of what’s in this bag.”
“We’ll find you and we’re taking it all, right along with that hot pussy of yours,” I said.
“Oh, really?” She yanked on the belt holding up her shorts. The fabric fell to the floor and she toyed with the hem of the shirt. It was the only thing that covered her pussy. I wanted it gone.
At least the blood was rushing away from my leg.
“Show me,” Liam bit out.
She blinked demurely. “I don’t know. You two were pretty rough with me. With the belt and all.”
“You loved it, you filthy slut,” I said.
She laughed. “I did. You’re right. I did. Here’s a little something to tide you over. She squatted down and lifted her shirt. I forgot about the gun pointed at my head. I forgot about the bodies around us. I even forgot about the fucking hole in my knee.
I could see her pink, her lips, and the shine of wetness. I wanted it so badly that I wondered if I could somehow crawl to her. She swooped a finger down inside herself and moaned before slowly pulling it out and licking it clean.
“My dirty princess,” Liam said.
She stood. I dropped my head to the floor when the view was gone.
“I hope to see you, but you haven’t been able to find me yet. I know you’ve been looking for the Phoenix.”
“Now I know how she tastes and what she looks like when she’s coming. We’ll find you,” Liam growled.
“Promises, promises.” Gun still trained on me, she opened the back door of the car and flung the bag inside. Then she dropped into the driver’s seat and hit the ignition. “Looking forward to it.” She pulled her lithe leg up, slammed the door, and reversed out of the hangar.
Liam and I shot, trying to take out her tires. No dice.
She was a professional. Killing people like it was her job. It wasn’t. Her job was to take every inch of my cock, and I was going to see to it that she showed up for work as soon as possible.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Phoenix
It had been six months. Six months of me wondering, waiting. I’d heard stories here and there about the two mercs who’d quit the business and, instead, started taking government work. They’d created instability in at least one Middle Eastern country with a well-timed assassination.
It was them – Liam and Jax. I knew it had to be.
And now they were here. I could feel it even before my silent alarm had triggered in the wine cellar. They’d tracked me to my ill-gotten French chateau. Finally.
I ran to my closet and stripped before choosing a particular teddy – pink with lacy edges. I sprinted and jumped into my bed. I didn’t bother getting under the covers. I wanted them to see me. To remember.
The lightest steps on the two-hundred year old staircase, not a creak from the antique wood. I flushed, my pussy warming and my skin tingling. I pressed my thighs together to try and stave off my arousal, but it only made it worse. My slick folds slid against each other.
I closed my eyes, feigning sleep.
They were at my door. It swung inward without a sound. The air in the room shifted.
A hand clapped over my mouth. I didn’t hide my squeal of delight. I opened my eyes. Liam loomed above me, looking dangerous and hot as hell.
“Princess.” His voice was gravel, stones crushing against stones.
Jax stalked through the room, peeling off his shirt and then his pants as he neared me. I would have licked my lips. Instead, I darted my tongue out and dragged the tip along Liam’s palm. He groaned and released me before standing up and stripping. I watched every movement, my eyes flitting back and forth between the killers.
Jax kicked his pants away, his belt wrapped around his hand. His cock was beautiful in the low light, darkened with blood, hard, large. “You’ve been bad, Phoenix.”
I scissored my thighs at his words. I’d fantasized about these killers so many times, made myself come imagining them inside me. I tucked my fingers in my shorts and flicked my clit. I moaned.
Jax and Liam prowled onto the bed, one on each side.
Liam grabbed my wrist and wrenched it up, away from my needy pussy. “No, princess, you don’t get to come until we say, understand?”