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As if I could run away from this. No. From here on out, there would be no more running away. Only running toward. Toward vengeance, retribution. Toward revenge and all the pain and chaos it would bring.
I was going to kill Miguel Santos. That was a promise to myself.
My hands were flat on Cade’s abdomen, on those impressive muscles that lined his lower stomach, small, defined squares that told me just how strong he was. How dangerous. His body was sculpted in all the right ways, it was true. The body of a killer, of an assassin, a hitman who had to be dangerous, even without a gun.
And right now the man was all mine.
I was thankful for him, truly. If it wasn’t for him, I didn’t know where I’d be right now. Perhaps dead. Perhaps a shell of myself, like I was before. I owed so much of who I was today to this man, it was almost unreal.
He… I needed him. I needed him so much more than I ever realized before. I didn’t know much about him, it was true, but I trusted him. I trusted this man, that I was safe with him, that he’d never hurt me. That he’d do whatever he could to save me. It wasn’t something I could say about many other men in this city.
I inhaled through my nose slowly before letting out a shuddering breath through my mouth. My back arched, and I could feel myself inching closer to the edge. My legs were growing sore; I had no idea how long I’d been going at it, but it had to be a while. My legs felt like jelly.
That wasn’t going to stop me, though. I’d power through. I’d keep going, even if it killed me. Nothing would stop me.
Of course, it was but two seconds after I thought that thought that I heard someone walking down the hall, so I was forced to slow my pace and turn my head, watching as Damian strolled into the room with a smirk on his face.
Damian leaned on the wall near the door, that smirk only growing as he took our position in. Those dark eyes of his roamed over Cade spread beneath me, and once they landed on me, he couldn’t look away. An almost lustful expression crossed his face as his gaze took in my bared figure. My ass, my back, the side of my tits he could see, and lastly my flushed face and parted lips.
If it had been anyone else who’d walked in on us like this, I would’ve tried to cover myself, but for some reason, all I could do was stare at Damian and feel my inner core tighten around Cade’s cock.
Cade started to sit up under me, like he was going to shield my body from Damian’s greedy stare, but I stopped him by setting a hand on his chest and pushing him back down. The look he gave me was questioning, but he said not a word.
Damian, on the other hand, had something to say: “Once you two rabbits are done, I’m gonna need Superman’s help with the door.” His smirk widened even more when he finished, “Don’t let me stop you.” He made no moves to leave the room, like he wanted to watch.
The heat on my face was there for a whole new reason now. Everyone in the Playground seemed to enjoy having an audience, and that dream I had, where all the men who’d found themselves in my thoughts had materialized and either watched or shared me, pushed to the forefront of my mind.
Hmm. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad having an audience of one in Damian.
I was slow in turning my face away from Damian and bringing my eyes back to Cade. The look Cade was giving me was one of confusion, curiosity, and maybe even slight jealousy, like he didn’t want Damian to see me naked.
How chivalrous.
I closed my eyes and resumed my fucking of Cade, though I moved slower than I had before. Everything in me burned, and knowing Damian was watching with what had to be interest made me feel some kind of way.
Good. It made me feel good. That, combined with the way Cade felt beneath me, was enough to make me forget why I’d needed this in the first place. Whatever happened, whatever led up to this, none of it mattered anymore. The only thing that mattered right now was the high I currently chased.
I didn’t feel pain, and the hatred I had within me for Miguel was pushed down by the feeling of being so wanted, so desired, that it was all I could think about.
Cade had once told me he didn’t share—which was, coincidentally, also when he told me he was contracted to kill me, so I knew I could take that with a grain of salt—but he seemed to be doing just fine right now.
My movements grew jerkier, my rocking more fervent. I couldn’t get a full lungful of air, no matter how many times I tried. My back arched, and I cried out when Cade’s cock hit me just right. The muscles in my lower half tensed up, my whole body one big ball of nerves that needed to unwind.
I heard Damian move, and I cracked open my eyelids just enough to see him through slits. He’d moved away from the wall, taken the chair I’d been tied to before, and carried it to the side of the bed, probably so he could get a better view. With his knees spread, I could see a hard bulge in his pants, his arousal clear.
The old me would’ve thought having an audience, even an audience of one, was kind of gross… but now that it was happening, I couldn’t deny the way it was kind of hot. Knowing Damian had eyes for me, knowing he was watching me with Cade, getting turned on, filled me with a smug sense of satisfaction nothing else could.
And then it all became too much. Too much for little old me. I threw my head back and let out a breathy cry as pleasure exploded within me, and I rode Cade’s cock harder, prolonging the electric sensations jolting through me. It was an orgasm like no other, and even when it ended I still felt tingly all over.
“Damn,” Damian murmured, sluggish in leaning forward and resting his forearms on his knees. “You really are fucking gorgeous, baby girl.” The way he said it, like the only people in the room were me and him, sent a chill down my spine.
But, because it was Damian, and he so obviously liked pushing people’s buttons, he turned his smirk to Cade and said, “Don’t you agree, Superman?”
Cade coughed awkwardly, and though I hadn’t moved off his cock yet, he propped himself up with his elbows, his green-eyed stare moving to Damian. To say the scowl he wore could kill would be a vast understatement. “I don’t remember inviting you to watch.”
Damian’s reply came swiftly, “I don’t remember inviting you to break my goddamn door, but here we are.” He slapped his knees and stood, cracking his neck as he so clearly showed off the bulge in his pants. “Whenever you’re ready, Superman.” He abandoned the chair he’d moved, going to leave the room—but not before tossing a wink my way.
Once he was gone, I found Cade was busy staring at me. I bit my bottom lip in anticipation of what he was going to say. I supposed I should get off him, but… well, I was kind of frozen in place after all that.
