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aloud as her second orgasm momentarily shutdown her critical faculties, no longer caring if she was overheard by the rest of the floor.
     
    This time, Brad joined her. His relentless rhythm of incoming and outgoing strokes had grown to an intensity of bestial proportions which he couldn’t sustain for much longer. Finally, he succumbed to his own inexorable climax and thrust his cock as far inside Miriam as possible, releasing an audible snarl of masculine ecstasy as he did so. Miriam felt a delicious chill slither up and down her spine as she felt Brad’s manhood pulse rhythmically and eject the first stream of warm, virile seed inside her, followed by a second and a third and a fourth.
     
    In the heat of the moment, Miriam pressed her lips against his neck and sucked as hard as her lungs would allow. Brad hissed in pain as Miriam left her mark on him, still busy pumping one dollop after another of his sticky pleasure into her. Once Miriam had finished planting a hickey on Brad’s neck, the two embraced, soaring high on the shared cloud of post-coital bliss.
     
    “That was better than I thought I remembered it would be,” giggled Miriam, trying to catch her breath as she playfully scratched Brad’s back.
     
    “Same,” Brad replied tersely, but sounding no less pleased with the experience.
     
    Having copulated so vigorously on top of the covers, the pair awkwardly maneuvered underneath them before rolling over so that Miriam was sprawled on top of Brad’s powerful chest. Together they snuggled and gradually drifted towards sleep.
     
    Only Brad actually got to sleep. Miriam was kept awake by the sweet memories of what she had just done mixed with the sour knowledge of why she’d had to do it. She’d seduced her ex-boyfriend ostensibly to escape his clutches, but sleeping with him for the first time in a decade brought back a deluge of emotions that were eating away at her resolve. Everything she’d said in the process of honey trapping Brad had been true; it had broken her heart when he’d left her and their hometown, and the knowledge that she would have to betray him for the sake of her ‘family’ was breaking her heart all over again. She had to leave now or not at all.
     
    Miriam slowly extricated herself from Brad’s embrace and carefully removed his now flaccid cock from inside her pussy. His cum dribbled messily out of her slit, and she padded quietly to the bathroom to wipe herself down before putting her clothes back on. She rifled through his pockets and fished out the car keys that the woman agent had given him. After pocketing the keys, she took Brad’s gun and quietly pulled the slide back, loading a round into the chamber. Then she went back over to the bed and picked up a cushion, holding it against the sleeping Brad’s head with one hand and pressing the muzzle of the gun into her makeshift suppressor with the other.
     
    The men in the Seraphim wouldn’t hesitate to kill a federal agent if it was for the good of the club, but Miriam’s resolve dissolved at this point. She tried so hard to muster up the willpower to pull the trigger, but she just couldn’t do it. Spreading her legs for the good of her fellow Seraphim was one thing, but murdering a man she’d once loved was just too much. Silently cursing her weakness and holding back the tears, Miriam stuffed the gun into her belt behind her back and slipped out of the room.

 
    CHAPTER FIVE
     
    Before getting into the armored SUV, Miriam nosed around the wheels of the vehicle before finding a small black box concealed behind the wheel guard. She detached the tracking device from its housing and dropped it on the ground before climbing into the vehicle and speeding away.
     
    Driving for two hours brought her to a small bar in the next town. ‘Beer Angel’ was its not-so-original name; even the emblem was almost identical to that of the Speeding Seraphim. It was used as a safe house by the Speeding Seraphim and operated as a