Nothing left but a fuzzy buzz of light brown.
“Are you okay?”
“Your hair…” I trailed off.
One brow twitched as he stepped closer. There was nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, his skin glistening.
I moved from sitting cross-legged to my knees as I reached out. The soft fuzz beneath my fingers tickled as I glided them around his head.
He let out a small moan—the kind that made my clit dance. His hands gripped onto me as he stepped forward, pulling me closer.
“Damn, you look sexy,” I said, my mouth only a few short inches from his.
“Sexy?”
I nodded, pulling his lips down to mine. “Fuckable.”
I yanked him down onto the bed and stood before him straddling his hips. Watching his eyes darken as his hands moved up my waist only made me hotter for him. I let out a small moan at the feeling of his cock growing hard between us.
One last ride.
Just in case.
If I was going to die that night, I needed his cock in me one more time.
Lifting my hips, I guided him to my opening and lowered down. He groaned, leaning back to watch as inch by inch disappeared between my pussy lips.
I rotated my hips as I used my thigh muscles to push off and gravity to pull me back down. My eyes drifted closed, concentrating on the pleasure, of the feel of him stretching me, hitting all the places that made my mind go blank.
Primal need drove my body. The search for pleasure, release. The need to be one with him for just a little longer.
My lover.
My killer.
“Fuck,” he hissed. His hips flexed up, making me shudder as he got even deeper.
My muscles began to tense, making it harder for me to move. He didn’t miss a beat. His hands gripped my waist, lifting me up and down as he pumped into me. I let out a shuddering moan, my nails digging into his skin, and let go.
Uncontrollable tremors shook me. I was so far gone, too blissed out, that I almost missed him grunting as his cock jerked, spilling all his come inside me.
My arms went lax as I slumped against his chest. All energy gone, he fall back, taking me with him.
Calm spread through me for only a few minutes before the fear flooded back in.
Even an orgasm wasn’t enough to forget that it might be my last day alive.
A tear slipped from my eye, landing on his skin.
I didn’t want to die.
Getting ready was surreal. I’d never prepared for a fight, let alone a battle. Which was exactly what we were doing.
One last hurrah, one last time facing those that tried to kill us. Facing Six’s own brother.
Brother versus brother, and by the end of the night, only one would walk away.
It would be Six.
It had to be Six.
If it wasn’t, we were both dead and they won. They’d find Five and Seven and hunt them down next.
However it went, that night was the end of the Cleaners.
Quite possibly my last night on earth. I’d been living on borrowed time, anyway, and was actually, strangely, thankful for it. The things I’d experienced left scars and nightmares, but others were magical.
Warped and tangled, I wasn’t the same person. I’d come to terms with my new identity and the loss of the old me.
I would kill, more blood to stain my hands, but in the end I hoped to still be standing beside the man I foolishly loved.
Sick and twisted. Broken and wrong. I wasn’t a good person anymore.
I’d lived in the psychology of evil, had it rub off on me. Surrounded by monsters, I’d become one. Not like them, but a demented version of myself.
Killing was still difficult, but reservations of killing for self-preservation were gone.
I’d said it before—I’d do anything to survive. And I would do what was necessary to ensure that at the end of the night, we were the ones still standing.
I went over the bag and the contents. There were five pistols with eleven fully loaded magazines. All were Glocks, ensuring they all matched up. Three knives, multiple holsters, along with a few unusual weapons, like the icepick, rounded out the assortment.
One duffel that sat on the bed contained the explosives Six had rigged up. I didn’t know what all was in the concoction, but I did know there would be no evidence left when it went off.
“What are you doing?” I asked as he pulled his bulletproof vest over my head.
“Just in case.”
“No! This is for you,” I