The Executioner 2: Love, Lies, and Revenge (The Executioner Series)

by Melissa Silvey

  “It’s covered,” Jordan claimed.

  “Airports?”

  “Nothing. There is no evidence he left Hong Kong.” Jordan had that tone again.

  This time Vince couldn’t let it go. He had to say what he thought, what he knew. “I know why he has Arianna.”

  Jordan tried not to, but when Vince said it he turned toward Sam Clark. He knew he couldn’t hear what Vince said, and even if he could he wouldn’t understand it. But Jordan knew.

  “I’ll explain it later,” he finally said.

  “If he hurts Arianna because of it, I’ll make you pay,” Vince growled.

  “He won’t hurt her,” Jordan insisted. But he wasn’t sure.

  He closed the line with Jordan. Vince left the empty room and returned to his. Vince’s patience was up.

  Ari tried to slow her breathing but she couldn’t. Just his hand so near her breasts made her body shiver. “Please, Damien.” She urged. And then she couldn’t sit and take it any longer. Her hands went out to his hair, grabbed it, and pulled his head down to her breasts. The noises she made were like a symphony of whimpers, sighs, and moans.

  He chuckled and pulled away, showing her she was no match for his strength. “We’re going to do this my way,” he said. “I’ve waited too long to allow you to rush me through it.” His eyes held hers, and she remembered what he’d said before about her being such an innocent before she met her guys. How long had he waited? A year, three, five?

  His mouth moved back up her neck and his fingertips, by millimeters, moved down the front of her shirt. “Please,” she whispered. Her hands were still in his hair. “Please.”

  “Keep begging. I like it.” He tested his own endurance. He was so hard and wet it hurt; but it felt great. He kissed her, his lips pressing against hers. She began to wiggle against the seat, her thighs so tight together they tingled. It was excruciating.

  “Please,” she whispered again. “Please.”

  His fingertips brushed her nipple as he finally invaded her mouth. She grunted; he pinched. Her muscles contracted. She inhaled and moaned deeply, and her eyes grew wide, then rolled back and closed.

  “Did you cum,” he asked when he pulled away to stare at her. Her eyes were tightly closed, and her head lulled back after she nodded.

  “God, this is going to be so fun,” he laughed as he ripped her shirt open.

  She didn’t care. His hands cupped her breasts and his tongue left a moist trail down her neck toward them. And then he blew on it. She shivered again; she thought she’d never stop shivering. Her teeth chattered. He pinched both nipples between his fingers, and flicked his tongue over one, then the other. Her fingers tightened as if it was her only grip on reality. What he did to her body tested the boundaries of her sanity.

  “Please,” she said one last time. It was replaced with an “uh, uh, uh,” as she came again.

  “How can I enjoy teasing you if you keep cumming?” He wondered aloud. She had no idea what he meant, or how she could stop her natural reaction to that level of arousal. “Spread your legs,” he ordered. She didn’t want to. “Put one foot on the floor, and one on my thighs.”

  More contact with his skin, she thought. His legs were covered with light blonde hairs that were not thick, but were oh so soft. Then his tongue went back to flicking at her nipples that were still tightly gripped.

  “Please, Damien, I’ll do whatever you want,” she begged.

  “You are doing what I want,” he assured her. “You are aching for me, you are begging for me.” He released her nipples, and that was a worse torture than the vice grip he had on them. “And from what I can gather, you’ve never felt this way before.” He gloated. His pale cheeks were pink. His eyes sparkled. And his smile was bright and wide. “I like this song, let’s dance.”

  “I don’t think I can,” she groaned.

  “Do you want to go back to the house?” He threatened.

  “No,” she pouted and bit her lip. He stood and held out his hand to her. She followed. Her knees were weak. She’d heard the phrase before, but now she knew what it meant. She was afraid they might buckle at any time. And her chest rubbed against his. Her nipples were so sensitive she could feel each hair on his chest.

  “This is nice, isn’t it,” he taunted her. And then he started to sing again. She thought she just might lose her mind.

  Vince thought about finding another transvestite hooker. He thought about beating the hell and all out of Damien Tremblay. He thought about punching his beautiful face until it was unidentifiable. He thought about stringing him up from his toes and leaving him hanging upside down. He thought of tying him to a tree and leaving him outside, naked, to the elements. He saw a sign that said the gym was open 24 hours. And he brought his gym clothes. He couldn’t think of a better way to work off the frustration, besides kicking the shit out of Tremblay.

  His lips brushed her forehead. He pulled off the torn shirt, and his hands slid over her back and down to her buttocks. “God you’ve got a firm little body. See how hard it’s got me?” He arched his back and thrust his pelvis into hers. She didn’t know what to do next. She’d begged him, pleaded with him, tried to force him. His resolve seemed to be made of steel, and hers jelly, just like her legs.

  “Please,” she begged again.

  “I love that,” he sighed. “You’ve done such a good job, mon amour. You didn’t get angry when I resisted. I told you I liked you begging, and you kept it up. So I want to give you something too.”

  He returned to the futon and sat down. He didn’t unfold it, to her chagrin. “Come sit on my lap,” he suggested, and patted his thighs.

  “Thank you,” she said politely.

  “You’re so sweet, and so well-mannered, saying please and thank you.” When her rear was on his thighs, he sighed. He wasn’t inhuman. He had feelings. They nearly boiled over every time she said please. But the control for him was the best part. Not so much controlling her, although that was good. But the self-control that he exerted. He wasn’t a monster like his father, or the man who killed his sister. He didn’t need to have sex. He chose to have sex. And he chose to only do it with his wife. And now he chose to do it with Arianna. It only made it better that she wanted him so much too.

  “Wrap your arms around my neck,” he ordered. When she did it lifted her breasts, her ribs, and stretched out her stomach. “Look at those taut abs.” His voice was calm as his fingertips found her stomach. Usually she would start laughing, but the frustration she felt over-rode that reaction. His fingertips moved up, over her ribs, then back down. “Spread your legs, one on either side.”

  She groaned and arched her back. He was so close to that point where he thought he might not be able to hold back. He wanted to be there, in that place. He wanted to conquer it.

  “Is your pussy wet,” he wondered. Just saying the words put him there, on that edge. “Is it nice and wet for my dick?”

  “Yes,” she sighed.

  “Would you like me to find out?”

  “Please,” she groaned. Her voice was full of all the longing and desire she felt.

  “You’re such a good girl.” The purity was gone from his voice. He sounded raw. She gasped. One hand dove past the elastic waistband, the other gripped a nipple. “Does that feel good?” His fingers touched her clit, then lower still as one found the opening to her body and dove inside.

  “Yes,” she sighed. “Yes.”

  She was soaked from her arousal and her orgasms earlier. He pulled his fingers out and rubbed them on her lips. “Turn round here and let me kiss you.”

  His fingers found her wetness again. His tongue licked her juices off her lips. That was her point. She could not take any more. “I’m sorry,” she sighed, and shoved her ass against his crotch.

  “It’s okay,” he groaned. “You’ve been sooo good. You can have it now.”

  Her hands quickly moved to his shorts. Her weight went to her feet, and she lifted her hips off him. That was his cue to pull off he
r sweatpants. He was ready too. She needed it more than him. She needed him inside her. He was merely giving her what she wanted.

  He was just as wet as she was; and he was so hard. “Sit on it now. Show me what you want.” She put her hands back around his neck and used her legs to position herself. And then he was inside her, so thick. She wiggled all the way down on it. Even though they were both wet he was so wide it was a delicate task to get all the way to the base.

  When she did she sighed, a huge smile on her face. She relaxed, finally, and breathed. It felt like an accomplishment.

  “You act like you’re done, sweetie.” He grunted. “You’ve just begun.”

  Vince found a punching bag at the gym, and hit it over and over, bare knuckled. He should have never walked away from Arianna. This was as much his fault as Jordan’s. He continued to punch after his hands were bloody.

  “Ride it fast,” he said. “Show me how much you want my cock. Faster.”

  Her muscles had been clenched so long they hurt now that they relaxed. But he wanted her to move faster on his huge member, so she did. She bounced up and down on him. It wasn’t easy, but she took it. “I’m ready,” he said. “Are you ready?”

  “No,” she sighed.

  “Want me to play with your nipples?” He asked.

  She nodded her head. He was so rough with them she cried out, “Ouch.” But that didn’t stop him. He did it harder.

  “Is it too big for you Arianna?” He groaned. “Tell me mine’s the biggest.”

  “Oh, God Damien, it’s so big,” she complained.

  “Turn around and face me. It’ll be easier for you.” She did as he asked. Her breasts were in his face, and he finally got to taste them. She put them there, after all. “Spread your legs. You’ll be able to take it easier like that.”

  “Okay,” she nodded. But it wasn’t easier. It filled her up even more. He shuddered with how tight she was. Her eyes were wide open and staring into his as she took him all the way in. She grunted when his thighs rubbed against her ass.

  “You wanted this,” he chastised her. “You wanted it inside you. Now you have it. Are you happy?”

  “Yes.”

  “Then you should cum for me.” He grabbed her hips and pulled her up and down harder and faster. She couldn’t take it. He brought her to that edge again, past the point that she could handle. Then, gloriously, her muscles contracted, and she cried out with release.

  With the first show of weakness he grabbed her hips and pulled her against him as his hips thrust forward. He screamed when he realized that he was human too, that he enjoyed sex just like everyone else did. The orgasm racked his entire body; it was the best he’d ever had.

  He held her head against his chest and spoke calmingly into her ear. His voice, and his words, pacified her.

  “Hey, are you okay,” a young guy asked when he saw the blood. It now covered his hands and ran down his wrists, and splashed back into his face.

  “No, I’m not okay,” Vince answered, and stopped pounding the bag. “I’m not fucking okay. But I will be soon.” He found the restroom and washed his hands. He looked up into the mirror and saw the blood on his face. He thought about leaving it there, but he washed it too.

  He would have to find some bandages somewhere. He didn’t want Ari to see what he’d done to himself. He was supposed to be the protector of his family. He was supposed to be the one who stayed in control.

  Chapter Eleven

  “SIB what is the progress on the phone number?” Jordan asked. Sam grew tired of sitting in the office and left to shower, and change clothes, and get lunch.

  “I have searched 76.2 percent of the cell towers in the world. I have not located the call,” SIB responded. Jordan was starting to believe the phone call was not made from anywhere in the world.

  It was after noon in DC, which meant it was nearly 1:30 am in Hong Kong. Jordan hoped that Vince could sleep. The last time he’d talked to Vince, he threatened Jordan with violence if Damien hurt Arianna. He had to believe that Arianna was uninjured. When she said she was happy, she really sounded happy. If he hadn’t hurt her after nearly a week, what motive did he have to hurt her at all? He obviously wanted Jordan to suffer. Damien made him wonder if she was alive then affirmed that she was alive but she didn’t want to come home.

  And somehow he knew that Jordan would never be able to trace the call. How could he possibly know that?

  “SIB what is the progress on the phone number?” Jordan asked again.

  “I have searched 79.4 percent of the cell towers in the world. I have not located the call,” SIB informed him. He hoped Sam returned soon.

  Vince cleaned his knuckles earlier with hydrogen peroxide, and wrapped them in clean white bandages. The bandages were now spotted pink. He decided to wash them again, clean them, and bandage them again. Arianna was going to be so angry at him when she saw them. But he didn’t care if they hadn’t healed when he saw Damien, he was going to punch him, and keep punching him, just like he did the bag at the gym.

  “I know that it might be difficult for you,” Damien sighed. “I couldn’t explain it to Helena, my wife.” He chuckled, and corrected himself, “my ex-wife. Turns out my mother was right after all, she really was just a gold-digger. She got to the point where she didn’t want me to touch her, because she knew that the sex would take forever.”

  Arianna was glad that she wasn’t the only one. She was at the point that she wondered if he really did want to have sex with her. But he did seem to really enjoy her frustration.

  “I was a virgin when I finally gave in and had sex with Helena. After months of leading her to the edge and leaving her there, she basically told me if I didn’t have sex with her she was breaking up with me. She was so pretty; she was a model. And I wanted her. She was a trophy wife, I guess.”

  After they had sex earlier he held her and comforted her. Then his stomach started to grow, and Damien decided he wanted some fruit. They lay on the floor on the grass mats and watched fish and manta rays swim by. They even saw a few sharks, but not aggressive sharks, Damien assured her. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to get in the water and swim ever again.

  Eventually she yawned. The sex with him really drained her. Her muscles were tired, as if she’d run a marathon. He pulled out the futon, and she helped him put the sheets on. He smiled at her as she had to walk around without a shirt on, but that just meant he liked what he saw; in her mind anyway.

  Finally they were in bed together, the glow from the underwater lights filling the room. She expected him to be unaffectionate for some reason, sleeping alone on his side of the bed. But he couldn’t have been more different from what she expected. He held her and rubbed her skin gently. He kissed her hair, her cheek, and her ear.

  “I’ve wanted to be in control since…” He didn’t have to say it. She understood exactly what he meant. “I had to control that part of myself.”

  “Have you ever been tied down,” she wondered, thinking of when Vince had volunteered to do it.

  He laughed under his breath. “No, have you?”

  “No,” she admitted. And she didn’t tell him about Vince. “You might like it.”

  “I don’t think so,” he said, but his voice was curious. “Would you want to do it?”

  “I think you would enjoy it,” she sighed. “Whatever happened, you would know I wanted it.” He made a purring sound. “Would you trust me to do it?”

  “Yes,” he said without hesitation. “Yes, I would. Let’s try it in the morning.”

  “I can’t wait,” she said with a grin.

  “I don’t want to sleep,” he finally said. “I want to talk to you and listen to you all night. I want to hear what you think, what you feel.”

  “I want to know something,” she said as she turned toward him. The reflection of the light off the water turned it blue-green, which made his eyes glow the same color. She stared at him for several minutes, enjoying it.

  “Your eyes are freaky,�
� he finally said with a laugh.

  “So are yours,” she said, but she couldn’t tear hers away. “You said you’d been watching me. What did you mean?”

  “I found your file. I knew all about you. And your picture, you were everything I wanted in a woman.” He kissed her forehead and folded her head into his chest. “That was the best thing about my mother being in jail… and being gone.”

  “What do you mean,” she wondered. But he didn’t need to explain himself. She understood.

  “I was praying you’d never retire,” he said. She felt like cold water had just been thrown on her. He knew what his mother did to her soldiers, and he let it happen. He let his mother kill those girls. She tried not to react. She tried to remember Florian Desjardins, and the ice that ran through her veins. “Arianna, I would never have let her do that to you. I swear. You have to believe me.”

  “I believe you,” she said. But she didn’t.

  “Swear you believe me, chouchou” he implored. “I don’t want you to think that…”

  “I swear, Damien,” she lied.

  “Kiss me,” he said.

  “What?” She wondered if she heard him right.

  “Please, just kiss me.” He turned over and laid flat on his back. Then his hands grabbed the frame of the futon. “Do whatever you want to me.”

  “Really?” If he’d asked her that two hours ago, or even twenty minutes ago, she would have been so excited. But after what he just said…

  “You don’t believe me,” he stated, and started to roll away. But she put one hand on his chest, and he stopped. “I trust you,” he said as he moved his hands back to the frame. “And I want you to trust me too.”

  She swallowed hard, and gazed at him. His white skin, like his eyes, glowed with the light. He was still so beautiful, maybe more so. But he was as wicked as his mother. Arianna killed to protect others. Margo Tremblay killed to protect herself.