Chapter 28
Koen
Greer moves around the bedroom, dropping her things onto the bed and placing her toiletries in the bathroom.
I’m watching her like a hawk.
Something’s different this time.
Having her back here, and knowing she came of her own free will, has me off-kilter.
“I’m going to go watch the meeting with Helms to see if I can pick up on anything with him. Then, later, I have a meeting I need to leave for. You’re perfectly safe here. This cabin is off-grid; no one will find you.”
Greer turns, still chewing her bottom lip apprehensively.
“I’ll give you a burner and a way to contact me, as well as an associate of mine, Chase.”
She nods.
I turn toward the door, the emotion coming off her feeling like it’s going to fucking choke me.
She clears her throat, and I stop, a hand gripping the doorframe.
“Koen, who do you work for?”
“I can’t tell you that.”
“It’s classified, then?”
“It is.”
“So, you’re a hired gun?”
“This isn’t a television show, poison.”
“So, that’s not what you’re called, but that’s what you do?”
I turn, pinning her with a glare. “I’m not at liberty to discuss my position.”
It’s not denial.
Seems it’s enough of an answer for her, though.
“So, you’re not a serial killer. You work for someone.” She seems like she’s reasoning things out aloud for her own purposes, so I remain silent. “What the fuck have I gotten myself into?”
I turn to leave the room when I hear her gasp.
“Wait. Then, why were you out there that night on the road? Which one of us were you tasked to kill?”
Smart little fiend.
“Don’t worry over the past, poison. Not when the present is trying to kill you.”
She swallows. “So, you were supposed to kill someone that—” She stops, her eyes narrowing. “Allison’s father is the state senator.”
Shit, she’s a lot smarter than I thought she was. She’s making herself a bigger liability the more she says.
“He was murdered two months after the accident.”
“That wasn’t me.” That much I can admit.
“No. It wouldn’t have been, would it? You were injured.”
“Reborn, I like to say.” Tossing her a wink, I leave the room as she reels from all the information.
Her soft footsteps behind me are quick to follow.
I can’t hide my giddy grin as I push into the surveillance room at the back of the cabin and begin pulling the feed from earlier at Greer’s.
When I saw Helms at her door, I didn’t stick around to see what happened next.
I sped to her as fast as I could.
It warmed my fucking insides to get a text from her. She showed her hand.
She needs me.
More than that, she might want me.
Joe was right. I’m getting too fucking entangled in her. I can’t think straight.
But Helms made her a part of this when he knocked on her fucking door and stepped inside.
I was stealthy when I brought her back here, using my alternate routes, watching for anyone following me, all the typical shit I do on the daily.
He’ll be watching her house. It won’t be long before he realizes I took my precious, deadly girl back to keep her safe.
Greer drops into my lap, forcing me to enclose my arms around her to use the keys and mouse, and my dick instantly hardens.
“You do have sound on all of the cameras,” she says as she listens to Helms argue his way into her house.
“I do,” I whisper into her ear, no longer focused on the feed before us but the way her body responds. The way her breathing changes. The way she nuzzles her face closer to mine as I lick the outer edge of her ear.
“Koen. Focus.”
“You focus.”
“I can’t. Not when you’re doing that.”
My hand drifts off the mouse, slinking beneath the desk, finding her inner thigh and squeezing.
She’s in shorts, so her silky flesh is left exposed and pliant as I squeeze again.
“You started this,” I growl into her ear, which only serves to make her moan.
“How?” she sputters out.
“You sat in my lap. How am I supposed to think when I’m hard as fucking steel?”
She wiggles, feeling my length. “Ohh.”
“Yeah. Ohh.”
“Well, I’ll leave you alone, then. I didn’t mean for—”
I grip her pussy, holding her hostage against me. “You’ll go nowhere, poison.”
“But I’m distracting you,” she breathes headily.
Rolling the chair back, I shove her off me to her knees.
She turns around, looking up at me from beneath heavy lids.
I free my cock, stroking it a few times as I watch her become enraptured at the sight. “Did you enjoy your coffee this morning?”
“I didn’t get to finish it,” she breathes as if teasing me.
“Need more?”
She nods, licking her lips.
I roll closer, backing her under the desk as I key in commands to rewind the feed to where we were before Greer dropped her plump ass in my lap.
One hand angles my cock beneath the desk. “Suck.”
She doesn’t give protest, only wraps her pouty lips around me and takes the head of me to the back of her throat.
“Fuck,” I groan, my eyes rolling back as I watch the feed.
My phone rings, and I lift it to my ear without thinking.
“Yeah?” I grunt out as Greer doubles down, adding a hand to stroke along with her mouth.
“Hey, man,” Chase says. “I got that meeting set for you. Did you see the email?”
Greer’s tongue swirls around the head of my dick, and I see stars. “Yeah,” I grunt.
“You good? You need me to send back up?”
“Fuck no, I don’t. I’m… fine,” I manage as Greer adds another hand.
She’s playing a dangerous game.
I fucking love it.
“You don’t sound fine. You sound like you’re being held against your will. You know the codeword, use it if I’m needed.”
Greer gags on me, and I’m helpless.
A moan slips out of me while I’m still on the phone with Chase.
“Ohh, so your lady friend is there, and you’re the victim of another kind of captivity altogether, huh?” Chase taunts.
“Yeah,” I manage.
“Well, if you need me. Call.”
The call cuts, and I slam the keyboard drawer back into place, standing.
The rolling chair flies back and hits the server behind me as I grip Greer by the hair, pulling her to her feet.
“Take off your shorts.” I sound deranged.
She shimmies out of her shorts and bends over my desk, which was not the position I wanted her in, but fuck, looking at her splayed over my keys has me changing my mind.
I don’t like how I feel when I’m with her. Like I’m out of control. Like she’s the one holding my leash.
I’m at her fucking mercy.
I thrust inside her, feeling how wet she is from sucking me off, groaning.
“Play with your pussy. I’m not going to last.”
Her hand disappears between her legs, and her moans cover all the sounds of fans and hard drives in the room.
Her body is bathed in a blue light hue of screens as I watch myself sink inside her over and over, each thrust my admission of how much control she has over me.
I couldn’t even get through one task before I lost myself inside her, like she’s the abyss of the ocean.
Sucking on my finger to wet it, I tease it into her asshole, tightening her pussy around my cock.
“F-fuck,” she stutters out.
My other hand grips her hair, yanking her head back. I catch her reflection in one of the unused monitors and watch her eyes roll back. Her screams carry down the hall, the sounds of skin slapping accompanying them.
“Coming. Oh god, coming,” Greer says, and I growl as it’s the thing that breaks me.
My cock erupts inside her before I can think better of it, pulses seeming never-ending as she milks me.
I smack her ass, and she moans.
She straightens as if she’s going to stand and push off the desk, and I splay a hand on her back, pressing her back down before crouching and eyeing the hole I just filled.
She’s leaking, both our cum mixed and dripping out of her sex.
“Fuck, poison. That’s so fucking hot.”
Her fingers travel from her clit to her entrance, two of them sinking inside while I watch, transfixed.
Before I know it, I’m watching her ride her fingers, my cum soaking her hand and my cock hard, still dripping from my own climax.
When she comes again, my eyes are still glued to her sex, my mind clear of all the darkness that typically lingers there.
Scooping her up, I carry her to the shower in the attached bath in our bedroom.
“I’ve told you before, I can walk.”
I grumble at her, setting her down on the toilet, ignoring her as I turn on the shower.
Crouching before her, I tip her chin up, looking her over. “I’m not a good man, poison.”
“I’ve gathered that.”
“I will kill for you. I will kill over you. I will kill in front of you. Do you understand that?”
She clears her throat. “I do.”
“There was a time when I thought I was going to kill you,” I admit.
The steam from the shower begins to fill the room, dusting the mirror with a film.
“And now? You don’t think you’ll kill me?”
“I don’t know if I have the skill set.” Standing, I nod toward the shower. “In.”
She removes her top and bra before stepping in, and I follow her inside, closing the glass door behind me.
“This is such a fucked situation. For most of my life, I’ve feared your death catching up with me, and now that it has…” She shakes her head, turning under the water towards me.
“Now that it has, what?” I prod, pulling her out of the shower’s spray so that she’ll open her damning eyes.
“Now that it has, I wish it had found me sooner.”
“You don’t mean that.” Anger floods my chest at the thought of her placating me with bullshit words so that I don’t kill her. Even though I all but admitted I’m too weak to do so, she has to know on some level, I’m still a fucking threat.
“I don’t say things I don’t mean. Life is too short.”
I snort. “Don’t you know it.”
“What did you mean earlier? When you said that you died that day?”
I watch droplets of water drip down the bridge of her nose before tipping over the edge. “I was… I don’t know. Wash up. I need to get back to watch that feed before I head out for my meeting.”
“No. What did you mean?” She presses me against the shower wall as I try to pass her to reach the soap on the built-in shelf behind her.
“I meant that the old me, the one who didn’t give a fuck about anything except for the next kill, the man who stalked the night, rich from a bounty of killing, died. Something about you felt… I don’t know.”
“You said once I was a kindred spirit. Does that mean I’m like you?”
“You did leave me, pretty poison. Don’t forget facts.”
“But you weren’t dead.”
“But you thought I was.”
She swallows thickly, her throat sliding.
I cover it with my hand, giving it a slight squeeze, and she breathes out shakily.
“I saw a kindred spirit in you that night. Someone unafraid to look darkness in the face to survive.”
“And now?” she asks, her tongue sliding over her bottom lip as I lean down, backing her into the opposing shower door, her hands squeaking on the glass as she grips for purchase.
“Now, I know that I was right.”
“What? I haven’t… I wouldn’t…”
“When I told you the other night where I was and what I was doing, you didn’t shy away. You fucked yourself harder, thinking of me covered in another man’s blood. Admit it,” I growl, nipping her bottom lip, she has poked out.
“I—”
“Don’t fucking lie to me, poison. You closed those beautiful lids of yours and envisioned me covered in blood, a blade in my hand, my cock hard for you. Didn’t you?!” My voice grows louder, my hand slamming on the glass beside her.
“I did! God fucking help me, I did,” she whimpers, her lower lip warbling as a tear blends into the water cascading down her face.
“Aw, my deadly girl. Don’t cry. After all, I won’t tell if you don’t.”