Chapter Seventeen
Marion relaxed more and more with every mile put between them and the destruction they just witnessed. Not that she felt guilty or bad. Shiel Sinaga was evil. She looked into the back seat and saw Peter staring out the side window. He looked small and broken.
She turned back around and glanced at Deacon. “I guess the mini-labyrinth in your pocket worked.”
“Yep,” he replied absently. “I’ll have to remember that if I want to go on vacation.”
“What do you think the authorities will do about the explosion?”
“I called someone in law enforcement I know,” Delaram spoke up from the back seat. “He assured me he’d take care of it.”
“Good,” she said.
Silence fell once more, stifling and awkward. She felt Deacon pulling away from her, and she didn’t know what to think about that. True, their time together was coming to a close. There was no longer any reason to stay in New York.
This time tomorrow, she’d be on a plane flying home.
Back to her boring life of working in the grocery store.
Knowing everyone’s business as well as them knowing hers.
Everyone kept asking when she and Peter would be married, but Marion knew the answer was never.
She didn’t think of Peter that way. Had no romantic feelings for him at all.
They’d grown up together so all she would ever see him as was a brother.
Being here this past week was an eye-opener. What was she doing, rusticating in the country when she hated small-town life? She had to find out who she was as well as her destiny.
When they finally made it back to Deacon’s building, she was glad to get away from the heavy silence that filled the car. They rode up the private elevator to Deacon’s floor and he held the door open for them to enter.
“We need to get that chain off you,” Delaram told Peter, pointing at the collar. Peter flinched away and Delaram halted, hands up. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
“You’re one of them,” he snapped.
“Peter,” Marion said. “He’s okay. He won’t hurt you.”
Shock settled on his face. “How can you say that? Do you know what she did to me?”
“Peter...”
“I thought she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever met,” he whispered in a broken voice. “I thought she liked me, but she turned into that creature and hunted me down. She taunted how she was going to eat me once she was finished with me. I thought ... I really thought she was going to kill me.”
Horror laced through every word, and her heart broke for how hollow he sounded.
“They’re not all the same, Peter,” Marion said gently. “These two men helped save you. They’re the ones responsible for destroying that processing plant. They’re good people. Please, let Delaram help get that collar off.”
Still, Peter hesitated for a long moment, thinking it through. Then he acquiesced.
Delaram held up his finger and the nail transformed into a claw. He carefully slipped it between the leather and Peter’s skin, and a moment later, it fell to the floor in a noisy heap.
Peter immediately distanced himself from it and the others, rubbing the area where red marks from the harsh leather irritated his skin.
Deacon held out his hand to Delaram. “Thank you. You have an unlimited pass to my fights.”
Delaram’s eyes lit up. “Hot damn! Then I’ll see you tomorrow night.”
Deacon smiled. “Of course.”
With a wave to Marion, he left and Deacon locked up behind him.
“Peter, you can have one of the spare rooms at the end of the hall.”
Peter didn’t bother thanking him, but when he took a few steps and realized Marion wasn’t following, he paused.
“You coming with me?” he asked her.
She didn’t know how to answer that without hurting his feelings. He must have seen the answer on her face because anger darkened his expression and he turned, stomping to the guest bedroom. A moment later the door slammed behind him.
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Deacon held out his hand to Marion, and he wondered if she would accept him or shun him to follow her friend. He held his breath, and when she chose him, he let it out slowly. He led her upstairs to his bedroom and closed the door behind them.
Even disheveled from the night, she was beautiful. Took his breath away every time he looked at her. In his bedroom, they undressed one another, staring into each other’s eyes.
Then she sank to her knees. He held her hair as she gently took his cock in her hands, grasping his shaft firmly as she licked the top.
He groaned and his hips jumped involuntarily.
When even more pre-cum leaked from the tip she went back for more.
Her hand pumped the shaft as she sucked on the head, humming at his taste.
Holding onto his hips as he bucked against her face.
Watching his dick go in and out of her mouth was an erotic sight to behold.
He helped her to her feet and kissed her, all the while moving backward to the bed.
When he sat, she straddled his lap. Holding onto his cock, he guided her down.
Marion arched her back and the position thrust her breasts out, toward his mouth, and he eagerly accepted the invitation.
His lips skimmed across her skin, sucking on each nipple until they stood raw and turgid.
He collected her hair in one hand and yanked her head back, not causing pain but allowing him better access to slide up with his tongue. Placing nibbling bites along the way until his mouth met hers.
She rocked her hips and he groaned, quickly finding a rhythm.
Moment by moment surging deeper. Harder.
Faster. Until sweat dusted their skin and their jagged breathing was the only sound echoing through the room.
He balanced on the edge and the tingling vibrating through his body telling him he was fast approaching the point of no return.
“Are you going to come with me?” he asked in a raspy voice.
“Yes,” she moaned. “Oh, my God, yes.”
Hearing her breathless excitement pushed him over. His fingers dug into her ass, gripping her tight as he surged upward, shuddering with each spill inside her. She followed him, her little cry of completion music to his ears. After a moment, she collapsed onto him.
When their breaths calmed and the sweat had dried on their bodies, she rose from being on top and he sat up. With a grin, he stood and held her hand as he led them into the shower. They washed one another, dried off, and collapsed into bed. Deacon pulled the blankets up and spooned around her.
“I accomplished what I set out to do,” she said softly.
“Yes, you did.”
“Thank you for helping me.”
“You don’t have to thank me. I’m glad we shut down Shiel’s unethical business. At some point, it was going to be noticed that people started disappearing. She put all of us in danger.”
They fell silent, and he was just about to go under when her whisper lingered.
“I guess I have no reason to stay.”
Although he wanted to argue with her, he didn’t know if he had the right. So, instead of answering, he only kissed the back of her head.