Page 60 of Lethal King

It doesn’t matter. I feel Tytus’ hands on my shoulder. My adoptive brother is the last person I want to be touching me while I cum. Slamming my eyes shut, I shake his hands from me and start to run for the back entrance.

I can feel all the old judging eyes following me. I can sense Tytus’ concern and Leander’s confusion. It’s embarrassing, and by the time I burst outside, not even the cool alley air can calm the shameful heat burning through my cheeks.

“What the fuck is wrong with me?” I sputter, my knees clanking together as another warm, ecstatic wave washes through me.

“You’re such a naughty girl.”

Rian’s voice cuts through my hazy confusion like a scythe. Immediately, I reach for my gun. Even through my confusion, it easily comes out of its hidden upper thigh holster.

But when I force my open and point my gun, all I see is a dirty alley wall.

My back furls as I desperately try to find the source of that fucking voice. But there’s nothing. And the vibrations haven’t stopped. My heart is thumping like a drum. My pussy is already soaking wet.

It feels like some invisible machine is playing with my clit.

“Show yourself, you fucking coward!” I pant, trying not to pass out.

“Or what?” The familiar voice teases.

I can’t tell if I’m imagining it or not. Rian’s voice sounds like it's coming from directly in front of me. But he’s not there.

Until he is.

The holographic image takes a second to form, but when it does, there’s no doubting who it is.

Even through the orgasmic haze building inside of me, I can make out those ocean blue eyes.

Fuck. They’re so much more striking against Rian’s pale skin than they were against Leander’s over-tanned hide.

“Whatever you’re doing, stop it!” I beg, my voice crackling.

“What’s the magic word?”

“Stop fucking playing with me,” I demand, pointing my gun at him. But we both know it’s pointless. Even if he was actually there, my grip is too shaky to aim properly.

“Doesn’t feel too good, does it?” he taunts. “To be used.”

“No. That’s the fucking problem,” I hiss. “It feels fucking amazing.”

An ear-rupturing orgasm is building inside of me. But before it can reach its peak, the vibrating stops.

I fall to my knees, scraping my skin against the hard pavement below.

“That’s all I wanted to hear,” Rian says, his voice crackling against some distant static. Wherever he actually is, it’s far away from here. “Payback’s a bitch, isn’t it?”

“You’re a bitch,” I spit, head hanging as I try to gather my breath. But shots of warmth still spasm through my body.

“Who’s acting childish now?”

“What. Did. You. Do. To me?” I heave.

The cold steel of my gun handle feels so heavy against my trembling fingers.

“I marked you,” Rian explains. “But only because you let me.”

Forcing my neck to straighten out, I look up at the cheap rip-off hologram fluttering before me.

“You did a shit job of copying my technology,” I spit.