I didn't try to hide it anymore.
I wanted Reileen to see everything.
The escorts arrived promptly at 9 PM—both of them tall, graceful, and enhanced. Twins, genetically modified for symmetry. Red lips, dark eyes, flawless curves. Clones, maybe. Didn't matter. I wasn't here for their stories.
They called themselves Lira and Vyn.
"You're Kovacs," Lira purred, removing her coat to reveal a tight black bodysuit that left nothing to the imagination.
"The Envoy," Vyn added, sinking to her knees with a practiced smile. "We've been waiting to serve you."
I let them undress me right there in the living room. Their hands were warm, soft, professional. They took turns sucking me—tongues lapping, lips gliding—until I was hard and throbbing between their mouths.
I leaned back against the couch and let them worship me.
Behind the tinted privacy glass in the corner of the suite, I knew Reileen was there.
Watching.
Breathing.
Burning.
I took the twins to the bedroom and threw them onto the bed. Their bodies moved in perfect tandem—mirroring each other as they kissed, moaned, spread their legs in synchronized submission.
I didn't waste time.
I grabbed Vyn by the hips and slammed into her while she ate her sister out. Lira moaned as her twin's tongue found her clit, while I fucked Vyn hard enough to make the headboard slam against the wall.
Their cries echoed, blending together in perfect harmony.
Reileen was still watching.
I made sure to meet her eyes through the glass as I came inside Vyn with a grunt—deep, raw, possessive.
Then I pulled out and dragged Lira onto my lap.
"You want to feel me too, sweetheart?" I asked.
"Yes, please," she whimpered.
I didn't give her a choice.
I bounced her on my cock until her body quivered, her moans high-pitched and desperate. Vyn kissed my neck, her fingers circling my balls as I fucked her twin like she was just another toy.
I finished again—this time in Lira's mouth, forcing her to swallow every drop.
"Good girls," I said, breathless.
They curled around me, exhausted, satisfied.
But I wasn't finished.
Not yet.
The shower steamed around me, washing away the sweat and sex. I knew Reileen was there before she spoke.
"You looked like you were enjoying yourself," she said softly.
I turned to find her standing naked behind the fogged glass, eyes black with rage and arousal.
"I was," I replied.
"You really came inside both of them?"
I smirked. "Twice."
She stepped into the water and pressed herself against me. Her skin was cold, her breath colder.
"Good," she whispered.
She kissed me.
Hard. Bloody. Metallic.
I pulled back.
Her mouth was smeared with red.
I blinked. "You…"
"They're dead," she said, stroking my chest. "Throats cut. Matching smiles. Still warm."
I swallowed.
She smiled.
"They came together… so I made sure they left together."
And then she sank to her knees in the shower, opened her mouth, and took my cock down her throat like a woman possessed.
No hesitation. No mercy.
Just devotion soaked in blood.
When I came again—spilling into her mouth while the water ran red—she looked up at me with tears in her eyes.
"I'll always be watching," she said. "Don't forget that."
I never could.
And I didn't want to.
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