Free Kane: An Assassin's Love Story by Kit Tunstall, R.E. Saxton Page B

Her pussy contracted around his cock as it spasmed inside her, and she wrapped her thighs around his legs, anchoring him against her. He cried out as an orgasm overwhelmed him, and the spurts of hot fluid filling her insides spurred her own release. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears, and her entire body trembled under the force of orgasm. She forgot how to breathe as satisfaction swept through her, relaxing her tense muscles, and filling her with a languorous sense of completion.
    The moment was perfect, and they lay together for a long time, Kane still inside her, semi-hard. She didn’t want to disturb the silence, finding it peaceful, and the perfect accompaniment to what they had just shared. Instead, she laid her cheek against his chest, letting his heartbeat lull her into a state of rest as it gradually slowed. Her lids closed, and she was seconds from sleep when footsteps outside the doorway broke the silence.
     

Chapter Five
    Kane and Danika broke apart at the intrusion. He rolled toward the table where he had left his gun, freezing as he reached for it.
    “Don’t even think about it.” Stephanie emphasized her point by clicking off the safety on the pistol in her hand.
    Danika reached for the tree skirt, wrapping it around her awkwardly. She rose to her knees, but froze when Stephanie swung the gun in her direction. A tremor of fear passed through her when she saw the pistol aimed at her, remembering Edmond bragging about what a good shot his daughter was. He had taught her himself.
    She licked her dry lips, trying to assess Stephanie’s state without being obvious. Her stepdaughter was bedraggled, with her blonde hair a tangled mass of loose ringlets around her face. Her makeup was virtually nonexistent, save for the smudges of mascara under her eyes, reddened either from prolonged crying or from a chemical compound like alcohol.
    “You don’t want to do this.” Kane’s voice was the epitome of cool reason, but she seemed unaffected.
    The gun turned to him, and while Stephanie’s movements were jerky, her hands appeared steady around the pistol. “You’re wrong. I’ve dreamed about this for years. I should have killed that slut before Daddy married her. Then she wouldn’t have destroyed my family.”
    Once again, the gun turned back to Danika. This time, the weight of Stephanie’s rage and hatred bore down on her more intensely than the presence of the pistol. “I’m sorry if I’ve done something to upset you—“
    “Upset me?” She shrieked the words. “You hired him to kill Daddy. I heard you confess.” For just a moment, her hands trembled. “I knew you hated Daddy, but how could you do that?”
    “You must have heard why.”
    Stephanie shook her head, her attention focused squarely on Danika. “After I heard you thank him for killing Daddy, I went to find Daddy’s gun. It took me a while to pry open the drawer.” She raked her contempt-filled gaze over their pile of mingled clothes on the floor. “I guess just long enough for you to have a celebratory fuck.”
    In the blink of an eye, a cold expression replaced Stephanie’s heated one, and her voice changed to icy calmness. “Turns out it was your last fuck. I’m going to make you pay for everything. I had already planned to, even though the killer I hired screwed up the first attempt. Daddy used to say if you want it done right, do it yourself. So, now, I’m going to do it myself. I’m going to enjoy watching you suffer.”
    “I had no choice.” As she spoke, Danika could see she wouldn’t reach Stephanie through logic, but instinct urged her to keep the girl talking. From the corner of her eye, she saw Kane easing toward the girl and knew it was imperative she keep her attention diverted. “Your father was a pedophile. I was afraid he would molest my baby.” Her voice softened. “Did he ever hurt you, Stephanie? I know there were other girls. I hope you were spared.”
    Stephanie shook her head vehemently. “You’re