Page 5 of Ex Meridian
Ex was outside himself. Heat ignited between his thighs as Meridian thrust his hips to meet his.
This wasnothow 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.
Ex was behind Caesar’s slumped body. He bit off the cap of the long syringe, then jabbed the needle hard as fuck into Caesar’s shoulder, injecting every drop.
Caesar whipped his head up, choking on silent screams trapped within his shattered jaws. He shook his head as if to beg for an end. But since Caesar had never stopped to spare his victims pain, Ex sure as hell wasn’t about to stop inflicting his.
“Kill me, p-ple…” Caesar managed through his swollen lips.
Ex leaned near the bastard’s ear.