Page 59 of Blood We Steal

That feeling, Simone’s hot walls clamped down around me, her hands holding me, desperate, needy for me, was too much.

I pulled out roughly and spilled my seed on her thighs and didn’t give myself a second to recover before I started stroking her clit in just the way to send her off.

She came hard, her teeth digging into her lip, her body strung tight.

God, would I ever tire of seeing that?

I wouldn’t, but I could never let her know that.

When she looked at me again, I made sure my expression was stern. “You disobeyed me twice, Simone. I won’t tolerate a third.”

Her expression was as stern as it could be with my cum staining her thighs.

I braced myself for a challenge, some part of me prayed for it.

And when Simone narrowed her eyes, my cock, which should have been completely spent, stirred.

But just as quickly, she shut it down and fell back into the docile Simone I wasn’t even sure she knew was a facade.

“Yes, krye,” she whispered even though her eyes burned with fire.

TWENTY-SEVEN

Simone

“Ithink I inventoried everything from the storage area. I found an extra pack of honey buns. The men should be excited.”

Rubin crinkled his nose. “No, they won’t be, but it’s food.”

“The rest of it is not so useful. Toiletries. Things like that. Nothing like weapons.” I shivered. “And so much freaking rat poop.”

“There’s one more place we can look,” Rubin said.

“Where? I walked the perimeter of the pod and didn’t see anywhere else.”

“The electrical. Back there.”

“Okay,” I said, grabbing my clipboard. “I’ll get Besnik.”

Rubin had the Bowie knife and walkie-talkie in his belt loop. They hung awkwardly, but Rubin didn’t look any more awkward for it. I looked like Cinderella and somehow he was still pulling off Prince Charming.

Yeah. Life really wasn’t fair, even at the end of the world.

I followed Rubin and he gestured toward Besnik. “Grab a baton.”

Besnik nodded and returned a moment later, baton in hand. He smiled at me, curt, mostly polite, but there was a warmth in his eyes that I only saw from him. I returned the expression, knowing I didn’t need to do more.

“Dominoes after we finish this?” I asked when we were away from the others.

“Maybe later, Simone,” he said, his smile apologetic as he shifted his gaze toward Rubin.

“Maybe later,” I echoed.

And then I walked, safe, staying a few steps behind Rubin. The floors were still clean. Lucky for Rubin, there seemed to be a lifetime supply of bleach in this place. We’d run out of mops before we used it all.

And that was about the only good thing. The sounds of the dead seemed to get louder as more and more of them surrounded the prison. The shots became fewer and fewer, the last cries of a dying city. And Merrick—Merrick continued with his torment.

Not pleasant, but we could manage as long as the food supply could be maintained. I hadn’t broached the topic with Rubin, but I didn’t have to. He asked me for a count every day, and every day the numbers got smaller.