“You’ve facilitated my wildest dreams, Vic. Because of you, I’m a solo act. Now you’re no longer employed through X-Member, I believe there is a place for me.”
My eyes lock onto Fuyoung. She meant to derail me by mentioning X-Member. No, I won’t take the bait. If the chair members thought I had changed my mind on a mission, there’d be more assassins. A lot more. So, I focus on one aspect. “You’re not here to avenge Suyoung’s death?”
“No. On the contrary,” Fuyoung’s fingers creep up my shoulder, “I will become the newest and most sought out assassin through X-Member.”
“Why is that?”
“Because X-Member will come after you.”
Bollocks. I am fucked.
“I do have a favor first.”
I heft a shoulder.
“To fuck you one last time before the others arrive.”
17
VICTOR
The cunt’s fucking with me. I do not doubt that. I allow Fuyoung to lead me to her room at a budget motel, which is various shades of beige. The location is equidistant to the roof and ground level with no focal view for possible snipers. The location also establishes one single truth.
The bitch’s ignorant of my last name, my true identity.
Money motivates certain,unrehearsedreactions. The cunt would’ve proceeded to threaten the billionaire or the royal in me the second she found out who I was.No, she would’ve cornered a weaker target—Graham.I’ll gather why she’s in the area and how Monica failed to discern the Siamese Twins’ presence in the first place.
The moment we step inside, Fuyoung’s all over me. Her tongue twirls into my mouth. At this very instant, I remember fucking the Siamese Twins. I hadn’t bragged about forgetting our ménage á trois in Rome. They were forgettable. However, now I recall washing my mouth out very well after that time. Their tongues had this snake-like effect and not in a good way.
While Fuyoung drenches my mouth with spit, I inspect the hotel room.
One exit.
Some possible weapons but none this Siamese Twin will use.
Like a banshee, Fuyoung wraps her legs around me. I grab her tiny waist and plant her on her own two feet.Slow down, cunt.Her sultry, tight eyes narrow. My knuckles graze Fuyoung’s cheek. Taking a deep breath, she slowly closes her eyes.
I lean closer to the exposed pulse at her throat. The urgent little vein calls out to me. My lips nibble soft velvety skin, feeling her quickened heart spiral out of control. Fuyoung aspires to be submissive, even though she’s a take-charge type.
As my lips travel up her collarbone, she wavers.
Almost there.Let down your guard.
I press a hand at the small of her back, pushing her into my throbbing erection.
I whisper, “What should I do to you?”
Desire heightened, Fuyoung stammers.
My lips brush her earlobe, weakening her resolve. “Tell me.”
“Mmmake . . . love to me,” Fuyoung murmurs.
Never, you disillusioned cunt.
“I’ve to ask, who sent you?” I eye Fuyoung like a hawk.
“Hmmm. I saw a familiar handsome face. Realized it was you in your signature black,” Her brows wiggle. “Saw the girl and deducted a few things.”