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For the first time since my brief captivity, we’re completely alone. No barriers, no screens, no shadows to hide behind. It’s just him, me, and the raw passion simmering between us. The professional hitman I’ve idolized for years and the man I’ve been meticulously stalking are colliding into the same person. Two obsessions are morphing into one terrifying, thrilling reality. For weeks, I’ve followed and studied Jericho in the dark. I’ve grown to respect and crave him like I never have with anyone else before him.

Jericho calmly tugs a cloth from his pants and cleans the blood from his blade before he folds the tactical knife and pockets it.

I’m panting now, trembling under his intensity. I feel like I’m vibrating under my skin. Excitement and fear are mingling together into one heady feeling, leaving me dizzy. He’s completely still, the absolute embodiment of dominance and control. It’s intoxicating, a silent show of power that makes my blood run hot.

My gaze travels down his powerful body until it lingers on the thick bulge in his pants. He’s so damn hard, like me.

We just killed a man.

Together.

“Tell me what you want, little minx.” His voice is rough like the gravel beneath our boots.

What I want. What the hell do I want?

I want him. I want... this. A desperate, electric rush of finally feeling alive. To completely surrender to this dangerous, beautiful man. I want to submit and know what it feels like to truly breathe.

I sink to my knees before him, the movement slow and deliberate. Above me, his breath hitches. It’s a sharp, sudden intake of air that betrays just how much my submission affects him. His gaze never wavers, lust-dark eyes burning down into mine.

Say it. Tell him. Tell him what you want.

Leaning forward, I grip his hips and graze my cheek over his erection. Groaning, his hand immediately lands on the brick wall behind me as if he needs it to ground himself. “Skylar,” he breathes.

Tell him. Say it out loud. Show him who you really are, I say to myself.

My fingers find the button of his black jeans. “I want to live,” I say as I pop it free and drag the zipper down. With large, round eyes that never break eye contact, I submit.

His cock jumps as soon as I cup it through the material. Then, I find the waistband of his pants, tugging them down his thick thighs. I groan when I realize he isn’t wearing anything underneath. Jericho’s cock springs up in front of me.

The sharp asphalt digs into my knees, a fierce, stinging reminder of exactly where we are. Right here. Outside, right next to a fresh corpse. A wild, electric spark of life flares in my chest. There’s one less monster left to stain this world.

I wrap my fingers around the base of Jericho’s cock and begin to lick his length slowly. Reverently. As if I have all the time in the world. As if we don’t need to flee the scene and get as far away as possible. I lick him like I was meant to do this. Like I’ve been doing this for years. Deliberately and with purpose.

His cock throbs. Precum leaks from the tip. I lap that up too, before I wrap my lips around the head and suck.

“Fuuuuck, little minx. What are you doing to me?” he whispers, his fingers finding my hair. I continue my slow exploration, as though I plan to worship him like this for hours. He tastes so damn good. Clean and slightly salty. He smells good, too. Heady and intoxicating, like vanilla and arousal in their purest forms. Nothing makes sense, and yet, this feels so damn right.

“Look at you, already lust drunk and desperate,” he growls. His fingers tighten their hold, tugging on my strands.

I hum, sucking harder and building a rhythm. My own cock is rock hard, but I ignore it, giving myself completely to the man above me. This is about pleasuring him. I want to give him everything. My body, my mouth…me.

His eyes are heavy-lidded. “That’s it, sweetheart. You’re driving me so damn crazy,” he murmurs, hips slowly starting to thrust. Pushing his cock further down my throat, I take as much of him as I can, letting him feel the tight constriction of my throat.

He groans again, shuddering. Behind us, the club door opens, and music echoes in the alley. I don’t stop moving. Jericho’s hold becomes fierce, painful, almost as if he’s warring with himself to either stop or keep going. Voices and laughter travel down the alley even after the door closes. My heart races. If they keep getting closer, we’re going to get caught. Jericho glances over his shoulder, but I don’t give a shit about those people. I want his full attention on me.

“Faster, minx,” he commands.

I do just that, picking up speed and sucking harder. Faster. Driving him crazy as heavy pants and sinful gasps of praise leave his throat. My arousal is a tangible thing, hard and heavy in my pants, but I ignore it, chasing this delicious high as Jericho uses my body for his own pleasure.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Jericho’s hips thrust faster, losing control. The voices come closer, but I don’t back off; I work harder, needing his release.

A desperate, primal sound rips from his throat. “Is this what you want, minx?” he rasps. “You want me to fuck your tight throat like an animal while a body bleeds out next to us?”

I whimper, the sound vibrating through my throat and along Jericho’s thick cock. The voices suddenly hush, listening. My fingers find Jericho’s balls, and I feel the moment they draw up tight against his body, throbbing under my touch.

“Fuck, Sky. You’re going to make me come.” His thrusts become erratic.

My other hand returns to his base. His hard length is wet from all the saliva and precum. I use it to stroke in time with my mouth.