The Hitman's Weakness: Quick & Dirty Paranormal (Vampire Kingdom Book 1)

by Ivy Banks

  “Okay…” Lily didn’t want to press the conversation if he didn’t want to talk, but she felt defeated. She was dealing with so many unknowns.

  He sighed. “If you really want to know, my father was the original vampire. He has only ever turned sixteen humans into vampires over the course of ten-thousand years. All vampires have originated from my siblings and me. We rule over all the other vampires.”

  “You know that sounds ridiculous, right?”

  He shrugged. “I guess it does, but it doesn’t make it any less true.”

  “Well, I’m glad you’re staying,” said Lily as her blue eyes fell to Beckett’s soft lips. “At least, I think I’m glad you’re staying.”

  Beckett lifted her chin before gently brushing his lips against hers.

  “There’s just something about you, Lily. I’m drawn to you. I don’t know how to describe it, but its as if I need you, and need to protect you.”

  He pressed his lips to hers again, this time harder.

  When she reluctantly pulled away, Lily asked, “You weren’t so eager to take it further when you were here earlier. Are you sure you want to do this?”

  His gaze moved from her lips, to her chest, and down to the crease of her tight jeans. When his eyes traveled back up her body, and he once again gazed into her alluring blue spheres. He embraced her with both arms, moving his hands down to cup her buttocks and pull her onto his lap.

  Lily kept her eyes closed, relishing the moment. The man that held her wasn’t like anything she had ever imagined. She stopped wondering where he came from and the fact that he was originally sent there to kill her. She felt safe in his arms, and all she knew was that she wanted him and he wanted her. She had never been more certain of anything else in her life.

  Their exchange was passionate and intimate, sweet and steamy. The wide breadth of feelings, emotions and sensations changed with every second. She had never felt so alive, as if everything in her life had happened in order to lead her to this moment.

  A fire erupted within her as he picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. Aware of her pounding heart, Lily wondered if the sound of her blood pumping through her veins impacted him sexually. Did it arouse him?

  Yes, he’s definitely aroused, concluded Lily.

  Beckett set her down, pressing her against the bed post as they both stood next to the bed. He lifted her tank top up and over her head, and pulled her in close by the bare skin of the small of her back. His lips parted and he opened her mouth with his tongue before kissing her deeply.

  His kisses trailed along her neck as he gently pushed her back onto the bed. He crawled on top of her, caging her in with his solid, hulking body. His mouth cupped over her breasts, giving one nipple attention, then moving to the other breast to stimulate her other nipple with flicks of his tongue. Every touch drove her wild. She bit her lip, eagerly awaiting what would happen next.

  His kisses moved down, until he reached the sensitive area just below her naval. He looked up at her with bared fangs, which made her wonder about his intentions. He ripped open the button of her pants with his teeth and quickly slid them off.

  With the palm of his hand, he rubbed her throbbing mound through her pink cotton panties, while she moved her hips with every caress. He lowered his face between her legs, and kissed her inner thigh while he slipped a finger under her panties and into her soft, warm sex. He bent his finger gently and massaged her g-spot, eliciting intense waves of pleasure. He continued kissing her thighs and she felt his teeth graze against her bare skin.

  Her breath became more erratic as the sensations continued to build; she was on the precipice of orgasming.

  Beckett inhaled deeply before piercing the delicate skin of her inner thigh with his fangs, which gave her an intense release. The walls of her sex hugged his finger in an undulating motion, but it didn’t stop. The pulsing sensation of release kept going, far longer than she had ever experienced. Her heart was about to explode it was pumping so fast.

  He raised his head from between her thighs and licked the droplets of blood hanging from the corner of his mouth.

  “You’re delicious,” he said, as he bent his head back between her thighs and ripped off her pink panties with his teeth. He brushed his tongue over her slit, making her giggle.

  Beckett moved off the bed and slowly unbuttoned his pants while he slipped off his shoes, not breaking eye contact with Lily. After stepping out of his pants, he ripped off his shirt, revealing an iconically chiseled body. He climbed onto the bed and straddled Lily, who took his vampiric cock into her hand. Firm, long strokes elicited a growl from deep within his throat. She placed his member between her breasts, and pushed them together as he pumped slowly, obviously enjoying the sensations of her hot, dewy skin.

  He moved from his straddled position and guided Lily up onto her hands and knees so he could take her from behind. He massaged her ass before guiding himself into her.

  He took it slow, allowing her to adjust to his immense size. “You’re so tight.”

  He pushed in and out of her wet core at a slow pace, being gentle but firm. The more he stroked, the more she wanted it hard and fast.

  “Faster,” she rasped, letting him know that the size of his cock gave her pleasure, not pain.

  Soft sounds escaped her as he pounded into her over and over. Both of his hands grasped her hips tightly, guiding her movements to match his. She leaned down, grabbing desperately for a pillow. She buried her head into the soft pillow, biting it to keep from screaming and lifted her bottom up in an angle that increased the intensity for them both.

  She was once again on the verge of an orgasm, when he pulled out and used his fingers to gather juices from her center to moisten the area around her anus. He licked his finger and applied pressure.

  Lily turned her head, looking over her shoulder, and whispered, “Give it to me.”

  A broad mischievous smile appeared on his face as he inserted a finger into her anus, then two fingers, getting her ready for his length. He pressed the tip of his erection to the point of entrance, pushing it in slowly, inch by inch.

  At first, there was a sharp pain, which lessened each time he filled her. Their hips moved in a perfect, slow unison motion. She wanted to cherish every sensation and every feeling of each nerve awakening, bringing forth foreign sensations that pulsed through the center of her femininity.

  “Beckett,” she gasped.

  “Lily,” he growled, quickening his thrusts.

  He reached around and stimulated her front perfectly, shooting an intensity through her which she’d never known possible. She couldn’t hold on any more. Lily yelled out in an impassioned groan, which Beckett echoed as if in response. She rocked her hips into his one final time before shattering around him, her thighs quivering on each side of his body.

  He pulled out, and spilled his seed on the small of her back before collapsing down on the bed next to her. He sat up and grabbed his shirt, which was lying on the floor and wiped off her back, giving her ass a quick slap. They collapsed onto one another breathing in recovery. After a minute, Lily began laughing.

  “Come. Let’s go take a shower.”

  “Round two?” asked Lily.

  “You’re reading my mind,” he said as they jumped up and he playfully chased behind Lily to the shower.

  Chapter 3

  After a morning of unrelenting passion, they finally left the house to grab some lunch.

  “Don’t you eat?” asked Lily, noticing Beckett hardly touched his meal.

  “Only for pleasure. It doesn’t provide nourishment.”

  Lily had more questions. “How can you walk in the sunlight? I thought the sun was deadly to your kind.”

  “It is deadly, but not to my father or my siblings. Each time vampires are created, their powers decrease. The further they are from the original bloodline, the less immune they are to sunlight, holy water, and wooden stakes to the heart. Only the vampires turned by my father can walk in the sun.”<
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  They spent hours at the café getting to know one other. Each time he spoke, Lily felt her attraction to Beckett grow. He seemed to feel the same. With each conversation, he leaned in, hanging on her every word, smiling as if on cue.

  “I’ve never met someone who makes me feel like you do,” Beckett admitted.

  “Me neither,” Lily responded with coy honesty.

  They spent the rest of the afternoon at Millennium Park, taking in the sights and enjoying the warm, summer weather.

  As the sun began to set, Beckett’s phone rang. He picked up and excused himself. Lily sat on bench watching him as his posture turned stiff and rigid.

  When he returned, he said, “I need to go somewhere quickly. Do you have somewhere you can go for an hour so that you’re not alone?”

  “Yes, I can go to Jonathan’s house.”

  “Great. I’ll drop you off, and I will be back for you soon.”

  Lily sat in Jonathan’s house, swirling her glass of merlot he had poured her as they discussed the attacks on her.

  “I just don’t understand. Why would anybody want me dead?” she asked Jonathan as tears fell, mixing with the legs of the wine that ran down the inside of her glass.

  “The world is full of terrible people, Lily. I am sorry you didn’t realize that sooner,” Jonathan answered, with a spine-chilling tone. As he turned to face her, she noticed his demeanor change.

  Lily looked up at Jonathan with a furrowed brow, trying to understand what he was insinuating. Before she could take it all in, Jonathan lunged at her with open hands, reaching for her neck as if to strangle her.

  “Jonathan, what are you doing? How dare you!” she screamed, fending him off.

  “Oh, I dare, little girl. You are spoiled, weak, and I’m tired of sharing my hard-earned profits with you. How did you manage to get away from two hitmen?”

  Lily jumped up and pushed him back, managing to escape him briefly. “My father started this company; not you! He wanted me to have it, and you have no right to take what is mine! And that includes my life!”

  Jonathan once again flew towards Lily, and she opened her palm to slap his face. He intercepted her attempted assault with his forearm and once gain moved in to wrap his hands around her neck.

  As he secured a firm hold around her throat, she realized that he didn’t intend to relent. The air left her lungs and Lily gasped with each labored breath. Her vision started fading in and out, and she didn’t notice that Jonathan had shifted one gripping hand away from her encircled throat. A moment later a sharp pain pierced her stomach. She looked down to see blood pouring from a wound. She looked up to Jonathan, who held a knife in the air.

  “If the hitmen can’t kill you, I certainly can. Did you know that your father left all your shares to me in the event that you died without an heir? You didn’t know that, did you?” He grabbed both her arms and pinned them above her head, while his knees pinned her body, letting her bleed out while he made the acidic declaration that had built up in him for years.

  “Why Jonathan? My father cared about you. He trusted you,” she gasped with renewed adrenaline, looking down at her bleeding stab wound.

  “He never truly appreciated me, so I had to make him pay.”

  “He gave you ten percent of the company. You’re worth millions!” screamed Lily.

  Jonathan narrowed his eyes.

  His words rung in her ears, I had to make him pay.

  “Wait, you had to make him pay? Did you have him killed?” Renewed tears of anguish and anger springing forth. Each word she spoke was painful and strained as she felt her life leaving her body, but she needed answers.

  Jonathan smirked, providing his affirmative answer.

  “You sent men to kill me, too?” she asked, confused, her mind desperately trying to make sense of everything. “But, you tried to protect me. You said your phone was stolen and told me to not open the door when I was attacked the second time.”

  “Just an alibi, Lily. Of course I sent a second one when the first one couldn’t do the job.”

  Lily slipped in and out of consciousness. She couldn’t hold on much longer.

  A loud crash sounded from the front door. Lily flinched at the sound and before she knew what was happening, Jonathan was lifted into the air and thrown against the wall with a loud thud.

  Lily opened her eyes and saw Beckett pounce on top of Jonathan. Then with a quick, seamless movement, he snapped the man’s neck. Beckett turned to look at Lily, and she took in a clear view of his crystal eyes before her own eyes fluttered closed again.

  “No, Lily. Oh God, no.”

  It was the last thing she heard. She was floating through darkness and an inviting white light was ahead. She reached for it, but was instantly pulled back into her own body.

  Her eyes popped open, as she gazed into the soulful eyes of her rescuer. His face was damp and full of anguish.

  “I never wanted to turn you, Lily. This isn’t what I wanted for you, but I couldn’t let you die. I wasn’t ready to let you go.”

  Lily’s mind raced, her thoughts clearing as life began pumping through her once more. She brought her hands to her stomach, scared to assess the damage of being stabbed. Nothing. Her stomach was intact. Something else surprised her. She was naked, hidden under a plush duvet. She moved two fingers to her neck, to feel for her pulse to confirm she was alive.

  Nothing. She didn’t have a heartbeat.

  Lily looked at Beckett, confused and scared as she gazed around the room, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings.

  He took her hand in his, forcing her attention to return to his grieving face. “Lily, please forgive me, I didn’t want to change you.”

  “You mean, I’m... I’m a…”

  “Yes, you’re a vampire.”

  “But, how?”

  “You were going to die. I gave you my blood to drink. The transformation doesn’t take long. I brought you back to my house and waited for you to wake up. I bathed you as you transformed, since you were soaked in blood.”

  “What about Jonathan?”

  “He’s gone. His remains are gone. You won’t need to worry about him again.”

  “Where did you go? And how did you know to come back for me so soon?”

  “When I originally got this job, I didn’t know who had ordered the hit on you. One of my men found a guy that knew who was trying to kill you. I had to force the information from him, but as soon as he told me, I hurried to rescue you. I’m just glad I got there in time to save you.” His eyes lowered again. “Well… I didn’t save your life, but I saved your existence. Lily, forgive me.”

  “Please, don’t be sorry. With my father gone, I felt dead inside already. Now I feel…complete. I feel more alive than I’ve ever felt.”

  “Yes, your body now has a different constitution. The changes take some getting used to, but soon you’ll adapt. You no longer need to eat food. You’ll need less sleep. Your senses will be on hyperdrive.”

  “I definitely feel something on hyperdrive,” Lily said, biting her lower lip and pulling Beckett under the covers, shocking them both as she nipped his lips with her new fangs.

  Beckett chucked. “You’ll have to get used to those, too. They pop out when you’re hungry or horny.”

  “Both of those sensations apply to me.”

  “Well, let me satisfy one craving at a time,” said Beckett as he threw the blankets off the bed.

  Beckett hovered over her, using his forearms to prevent himself from crushing her. He pulled her up, rather forcefully, toward his solid frame. An arm wrapped around her lower back, then a large hand cupped under her bare ass, sliding her to the edge of the bed. There, she wrapped both of her legs around his body and used her toes to push his now unbuttoned pants down, exposing his waiting manhood.

  In smooth, fluid motions, she moved her hips up against his body, coming in contact with his erection. She teased him by sliding his engorged cock through her folds, but not allowing entrance. Juices pour
ed from her slit, providing lubricant to glide up down his length. Wickedly, she allowed just the tip of his wanting penis into her essence before pulling it back out. She watched his eyes yearn as she tormented him, building up his pleasure.

  After a few more strokes, he couldn’t wait any longer. He thrust into her wetness with one hard push, making her cry out in ecstasy. With surprising force, she shoved him back, straddling him as she forced him to the floor. Beckett grabbed the bedsheets he had thrown aside earlier in both of his hands while she expertly rode him, calling out his name in uninhibited passion.

  She rocked on his hardness, feeling him fill her deeper than she had ever been filled. Moaning with pleasure, he bucked up against her, urging Lily along at a quicker pace, and she happily obliged.

  Holding onto each other’s gazes, their movements became faster and harder until Lily began to tremble. Beckett encircled her heaving breast, squeezing them roughly and plunging into her from underneath, encouraging her nectar to flow over him. A low, long groan passed Lily’s mouth as she went over the edge.

  Closing her eyes, she continued to move in a rhythmic motion as she felt Beckett spill into her. He gave one more quick, rapid thrust before Lily collapsed on top of him, both of them panting and satisfied.

  She rested her head on his chest, encircling his exposed nipple with her finger.

  “You’re ready again?” he asked with surprise, but pleasantly hopeful.

  “Soon enough, Beckett. I’m starving.”

  “Oh yes, we have to satiate that other craving, don’t we?”

  “You did so well with the first craving, that I don’t have any doubt you’ll come through for the second,” she said playfully. Then the reality of her knew situation slowly began to sink in. “But, Beckett—” She couldn’t finish her sentence.

  “Yes.”

  “I’m…” she trailed off, not sure how to word it. “I’m scared. I don’t want to kill anybody. And I’m not sure I can drink blood.”

  “We don’t always have to kill people, darling,” he said in his sweet Irish brogue.

  Beckett left and quickly returned with a clear plastic pouch holding bright red liquid. The metallic smell made Lily lick her lips with hunger. Beckett ripped open the bag with his teeth, and held it to Lily’s lips. Immediately, Lily let the warm liquid pour down her throat. She was shocked at how her taste buds reacted to the intense flavor.