Chapter 9

Chapter Nine

Ezra

T he woman I fucked into oblivion is a fellow serial killer? What are the fucking odds?

I smile and stride toward her, even though she doesn't look nearly as happy to see me. When the shock wears off, I hope she'll be more enthused. Or at least slightly amenable. The only thing I love more than killing is fucking, and if I can do both on the island, this will be the best Sinners Retreat yet.

"This is quite the turn of events," I say as I take a seat beside her.

She blinks up at me and struggles to speak. "You...your brother. I mean, you're one of us?"

"Gooble-gobble, one of us," I chant.

She raises an eyebrow.

"You'd have to see the movie, I guess." I clear my throat. "Yes, my brother and I are serial killers, just like you and, I'm guessing, your blonde friend."

"What are the fucking odds?" she breathes.

"That's exactly what I thought when I saw you."

My brother and Gary choose to sit near Kindra's friend, which is all right by me. A little more alone time to admire this woman isn't exactly a bad thing.

"Have you been to this thing before?" she asks.

"Yeah, my brother and I have been attending since its inception ten years ago."

"And your friend?" She points toward Gary.

I lick my lips and lean closer. "Can you keep a secret, my pet?"

Goosebumps rise on her skin. Even if she's trying to play it cool, she can't disguise her body's reaction to my breath rushing over her. "Yes, I'd like to think I can. You don't get very far in this hobby if you can't."

"He's not our friend, nor is he of our ilk. He's slotted to become Cattle for the island, though his killer will be my brother. The event coordinator owed us a favor, and we couldn't leave the pervert on the streets."

"He's a?—?"

"Sick man, yes. Very sick. Just a few days ago, he kidnapped a small girl who was walking home from school. The details are enough to turn my stomach, so I won't reveal them. Just know that my brother will ensure he gets the end he deserves."

The engines whir to life outside the cabin, and everyone begins fastening seatbelts and settling in for the flight. Moments later, we're taxiing down the runway and rising into a blue sky.

I look toward my brother, who's lost in conversation with the blonde. Or an argument, rather. She keeps shaking her head, her arms folded over her chest as she gets increasingly heated. That's Bennett for you. He's much better at making enemies than friends.

I recognize the small German fellow near them. He's known as der Sensenmann in his homeland, but we just call him Grim. While he looks like a college professor, he's a wild man with a knife. Or a hatchet. Anything with a sharp blade will do where he's concerned.

Kindra shifts beside me and rests her head against the seat. Her lips part in a wide yawn, which she covers with her hand.

"Tired?" I ask.

She smiles for the first time since I arrived on the plane. "Someone kept me up late last night."

"I hope it was worth it, at least."

"Very much so."

I lower my voice. "Any chance of a repeat performance? I'd love to experience another night with you."

The smile drops from her face and takes my heart down with it. "As much as I'd love to, I'm kind of on a mission here. I'm looking for someone."

"Maybe I can help. Who is it?"

She lifts her shoulders in a shrug. "That's the problem. I'm not sure. He killed my brother several years ago, and I want to make him pay for it."

"That's going to be hard to do. They have pretty strict rules about killing fellow guests."

"I'm not that stupid." She shakes her head. "I just want to know who he is so I can find him when we get back. I'll need more than five days to torture him, anyway."

"Stop it. You're turning me on."

She smacks my shoulder like she thinks I'm kidding, so I grip her hand and place it on my lap.

Her eyes widen.

Then an idea strikes me. "I get that you'll need to focus once we're on the island, but we aren't there yet. Maybe we could slip off to the loo?"

She unfastens her seatbelt and stands. "And maybe after that, we could have tea and crumpets."

"Why do you Americans always go straight to the tea and crumpets?" I release my lap belt and follow her.

We trot off to the small bathroom with everyone's eyes on us, but she doesn't seem to care, so neither do I. If Bennett has something snarky to say later, I'll know it comes from a place of jealousy.

Once we're inside with the door closed behind us, Kindra drops to her knees and begins lowering my shorts. "It's my turn to show you what my mouth can do," she says.

Not one to turn down a blow job, I don't argue.

She wraps her hand around my dick and goes straight for the undercarriage. Her mouth bathes my balls in wet heat as she runs circles with her tongue, all while staring up at me.

"You're a naughty thing, aren't you?" I growl.

Her tongue slides up my balls and travels the length of my shaft, but she doesn't go right for the head. She stops just below it and slowly trails back to the base. Pleasure grips my spine.

"I want you to fuck my face," she whispers against my cock.

Gripping her dark hair, I press the head of my dick against her lips. She opens her mouth and lets me inside. I've only been this close to heaven once before, and that was last night.

"Fuck," I groan as I push to the back of her throat. "I love the way you let me use you."

She stares up at me, a smile in her brown eyes. The girl likes praise, and I'm happy to provide it.

Her full lips expertly guard her teeth, so I pick up the pace and fuck her mouth a little faster. A low moan climbs up her throat and tickles my dick. I look down and realize she's slipped her hand down her shorts to play with herself as I use her, and it's all I can do to stop myself from blowing my load right now.

I push hard against her face and hold myself in place. Tears fill her eyes, but she doesn't gag or struggle away. She takes me. All of me. The poor thing can barely get her mouth around me, but she gobbles my cock like it's her job. Well, she's about to get a raise.

"When I come, don't swallow. Hold it in your mouth. Do you understand?"

She nods her head gently.

"Good girl."

Another moan flies up her throat. She must be as close to coming as I am.

I begin fucking her throat again. "Don't come yet," I say through gritted teeth. "The only orgasm you have will be the one I give you."

Her hand moves faster in her shorts, and her thighs begin to shake. I grip her hair tighter and angle her head back as I pound into her mouth even harder.

"Don't be a naughty pet," I say.

Her eyes close as she pants around my cock, sending me over the edge, and I fill her mouth with my come. I hold her in place until I've finished. With puffed cheeks and tear-filled eyes, she leans back and waits for my next command.

"Stand."

She does as she's told, and I pull her against me and kiss her. As our tongues tangle together, my pleasure transfers from her mouth to mine. I'm sure she's more than happy for the load to change hands. Come doesn't exactly taste pleasant, but I didn't do this so that I could taste it.

I kneel before her and snatch down her shorts. I'm pleasantly surprised when I realize she's wearing no panties. She steps out of the denim, then leans back against the wall, spreading her legs to give me access to her perfect mound.

Gripping her full hips, I bury my face in her sweet scent and force my come inside her with my tongue. I push two fingers into her to drive it deeper as I suck her clit.

A moan rolls off her lips as she grips my shoulders. Her thighs quiver against the sides of my face, and this is probably the fastest I've ever gotten a woman off. To be fair, that blow job was probably the fastest I've gotten off as well.

As her orgasm recedes, I help her into her shorts. She steadies herself by holding on to me, but she looks completely done in.

"You should be able to get in a nice nap now," I say with a smirk.

She laughs, then moves toward the sink to clean herself up. I grip her arm and stay her hand.

"I want you to finish the flight with my come between your legs," I say. "Call it weird if you'd like, but just knowing you're sitting there with my mark on you..."

She licks her lips and considers my request. "Okay, and what if I get a fucking yeast infection? Are you going to be the one to request some Monistat be flown to the island?"

"Way to ruin the moment, pet." I place a kiss on her forehead and look into her eyes. "Just do this for me."

She lets out a laugh and shrugs. "Okay, but only if you let me leave a mark on you as well."

"Anything you'd like," I say.

Without hesitation, she pulls me closer, raises my shirt, and begins to suck the skin above my left nipple. I can only stand there and watch as she leaves a hickey the size of Denmark on my chest.

Leaning back, she studies her handiwork and finds it satisfactory. She lowers my shirt and pats my chest, then turns to exit the bathroom.

As we return to our seats, the gallery erupts in a series of applause and raucous cheers. Kindra blushes a shade of red I've never seen before, but I just stare at the others and shake my head.

"Did you fuck her?" Gary calls across the cabin.

Cat leans forward and smacks the top of his balding head. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Kindra flops into her seat and covers her face with her hands. "Are you positive your brother has dibs on that guy? Because I'd really love to be the one to kill him."

I need some way to take her mind off this embarrassment. The poor thing might never fly again after this trip.

"Tell me a little more about your brother's killer," I say. "Maybe I can help you find him."

She lowers her hands and stares at her lap. Embarrassment has given way to depression, and I kick myself for picking such a sore topic.

"I don't know anything about him," she says. "He's a ghost. Only one person has ever seen his face and lived to talk about it. That's how he got his name. The Abattoir Adonis."

Ice crystalizes in my veins, and my heart ceases to beat. The man she's searching for, the man she wants to kill...is me.