Page 180 of Kill Feed

I pause with the cloth still wrapped around one of my knives. “Give me five minutes,” I huff, laughing, setting the knife down. I catch Adrian by the arm and tug. He barely has time to yelp before landing across my lap. My hands instantly clamp down on his hips before finding their way down to his ass.

Adrian slides his fingers around my nape, tugging at the strands of hair as he grimaces. “I didn’t know Kill Feed had the option to turn into a sex dungeon.”

“It’s whatever you want it to be, baby,” I state in a low growl because fuck, I must be so whipped; I’ll turn the place upside down for him the second time.

My hands slip beneath his shirt, palms setting against the warmth of his back as I pull him closer, and the man wastes no time putting his lips to mine. For a moment I’m lost in his hot, wet mouth, tongue mapping him out like I’ve done a hundred times before.

“Speaking of,” I murmur against his mouth as I catch my breath, “I have a surprise for you.”

Adrian squints at me, immediately suspicious. He lifts his arm, exposing the silver chain around his wrist, the little plaque hanging from it engraved with both our names. An added pendant sways from side to side.

“If it’s another piece of jewellery with a tracking device, keep it.”

I laugh at that, tugging the chain he gave me not too long ago out from beneath the collar of my shirt. “Who’s tracking who?” I ask, knowing damn well we’re cut from the same twisted cloth.

Adrian scoffs, dropping his arm before settling both hands around the back of my head again. “I should have you microchipped.”

I grin. “Sounds fucking sexy. As long as you’re the one doing it.”

His mouth twitches, eyes darkening as he claims, “Disgusting… when do we start?”

I glance towards the coffee table and nod at a duffle bag tucked underneath it. “We can start now; I have knives ready for you.”

He reluctantly slips off my lap, crouches, and drags the bag into his hands before dropping it onto the table. The zipper opens with a quick rasp, and he reaches inside.

The first thing Adrian pulls out is a set of black leather straps, nearly identical to mine, complete with their own collection of knives. He lays them beside my gear. Then his hands disappear into the bag again, and he pulls out a mask.

A cat skull mask.

The mask turns slowly in his hands as he studies every detail with that meticulous little frown, and I’m far too entertained by his lack of enthusiasm. He has no idea how fucking good he’s going to look in it. The thought alone has me practically salivating.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” he finally says, eyes now pinned onto me.

“Welcome to the other side, my little stray,” I state.

He laughs under his breath, rolling his eyes in the process as he gets to his feet—mask still in hand, I might add. “I’m going to take a shower.”

He makes it halfway to the bathroom before stopping in the doorway. He glances back at me, that familiar spark already lighting his eyes.

“You coming?” he adds with a wink that hits me like a fucking bullet as he slides the skull mask over his face.

I move before my brain catches up, nearly tripping over my own feet in my hurry to cross the room as I pull my shirt over my head.

“Don’t start without me,” I pant like a fucking dog in heat, already tugging my goddamn sweatpants down.

Adrian smirks. “I wasn’t planning to… baby.”

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