Total pages in book: 4
Estimated words: 3816 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 19(@200wpm)___ 15(@250wpm)___ 13(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 3816 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 19(@200wpm)___ 15(@250wpm)___ 13(@300wpm)
Ex turned his back on the pungent stench of urine and desperation.
Meridian sat at the table with one leg crossed, watching Ex with a hard, sexy expression.
He didn’t stop advancing until he straddled Meridian’s lap.
He removed his gloves and tossed them on the table, then took Meridian’s wrists and removed his.
Those dark eyes held him, ruling his world. His partner’s silence and discipline made his dick jerk in his thick cargo pants.
He ran his fingertips under the silk lapels of Meridian’s midnight black jacket, then reached and lifted the covers from the plates, never breaking eye contact.
Ex bit his bottom lip against the shards of desire piercing his armor.
An array of knives and torture instruments filled one plate and prefilled syringes crowded the other.
Meridian cupped his chin, making Ex tremble from his dark touch.
“Have I pleased you, Xavier?”
That fucking voice.
“Greatly,” he rasped. “I’ve never had a valentine.”
Meridian’s chest vibrated under his palms, his irises hooded by thick, ink-black lashes. Ex didn’t need to look into his partner’s eyes to fall into his abyss.
He ground his hips harder, making his sinful lover clutch them in response.
“Show me how much,” Meridian demanded.
There was but one man in the world who could tell him what to do…and continue to exist.
“Show me, dammit.” Meridian yanked him closer.
Ex closed the last inch between them and pressed his lips to Meridian’s, his touch tender and appreciative.
Their gazes stayed locked as Meridian wove one hand beneath Ex’s vest and the other into his short hair. Meridian lowered his eyes, his hold almost painful.
“Sometimes, Xavier, you are too lethally beautiful to look at.”
Ex lowered his chin and let Meridian caress his cheek.
“Marshall, I exist because you breathe.”
Ex took his partner by the chin and lifted his head until those piercing eyes stared back at him, making his heart bang against his ribcage.
Meridian dragged his palm around Ex’s throat and controlled their movements, his stiffness digging into his ass. Meridian locked onto his mouth, sweeping his warm tongue inside.
Ex was outside himself. Heat ignited between his thighs as Meridian thrust his hips to meet his.
This was not how they performed on a mission.
From the moment they’d stopped fighting their codependency, fighting their attraction to one another, and made love, they’d never allowed that part of them to interfere in the field.
But Meridian was giving him this rare, very special, one-time present to mix business with pleasure.
Meridian was able to manipulate Ex’s mind and body, somehow putting him in the mood to kill and get fucked hard at the same time.
Ex sank into dangerous, never-trodden waters, exciting him like never before. Especially for a man who was supposed to have no feelings.
“My family was taken down by some goddamn fagg—”
Meridian snatched a Highlander throwing knife from the plate and hurled it across the room so fast the sleek metal whistled through the air. The precision of the aim sent the tip of the blade past Caesar’s lips and through his cheek, pinning one side of his face to the back of the chair.
A delicious shiver slithered down Ex’s spine. If he had blinked, he would’ve missed it.
Caesar’s gurgled holler was exquisite music to Ex’s ears.
He turned back to see Meridian staring at him, his black irises gleaming with pure evil, making Ex’s cock leak.
“Any man that dares insult you…will never speak again.”
“You got me all fucked up in the head right now,” Ex breathed. “And you fucking know it.”
Meridian kissed the long battle scar on Ex’s cheek, his lips lingering there for a long moment before he murmured, “Go and enjoy your gift.”
Ex picked up the brass knuckles, then the tooth extractor. He’d pull out whatever teeth he didn’t knock out with his fists. Ex shrugged and then plucked a prefilled syringe of adrenaline.
He wanted to ensure his plaything didn’t pass out in the middle of his fun.
Meridian had just enjoyed one helluva show. Ex had more than gotten justice for every family that had fallen victim to Caesar Grey and his organization.
The Ravens’ method of righting wrongs was how it used to be, the way it should be now.
An eye for an eye.
Ex’s torture technique was nothing short of inspiring.
He’d sliced his machete across Caesar’s chest and back for each victim’s name that he called out. His partner was so goddamn surgical with his work he didn’t have a spot of blood on him.
Meridian lit another of his Black Russian cigarettes while he waited for Ex to apply his finishing touches. He should be done soon. There wasn’t much left of the notorious crime boss.
Caesar was severely fucked-up, but he was still alive.
Ex came back to the table and retrieved the last syringe. Without looking at Meridian, Ex instructed, “Bring Whisper.”
He ignored the aching pressure in his cock to do what his partner ordered.
Meridian stood and buttoned the jacket of his Kiton suit but left his ankle-length trench coat open.