Ruthless Creatures by J.T. Geissinger

K A G E
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horror.
“What was that?”
“Gunfire.”
hen the second shot comes, Natalie’s eyes fly
open. Warm and pliant in my arms only
seconds before, she freezes and stares at me in
“What? Oh god—Sloane!”
I slide my hand out of her panties and resist the urge to
suck on my fingers. Plenty of time for that later. “Stay here
until I come back. Don’t leave this room. Understood?”
“But—”
“Understood?”
She moistens her lips, nodding, looking beautiful and
flushed. Her eyes are still hazy from her orgasm.
Jesus, fuck, my dick aches. Feeling her come for me
drained every drop of blood from my head.
I give her a quick, hard kiss. Then I stride across the room
and open the door, adjusting my erection. From down the
hallway floats the sounds of screams and pounding footsteps,
the crash of breaking glass. Above the chaos, someone barks
orders in Russian.
Another shot rings out, then a flurry of gunfire sets off
more panicked screaming. I hear more barked orders, except
this time, they’re in Gaelic.