Oh fuck. She was already primed and ready.
I fucking ached to be inside her. My fingers kept a brutal rhythm, thrusting in and out of her cunt as I pulled my sweatpants down enough so I could pull my cock out. The tip of my hard length rubbed against the crease of her ass, before sliding against her wet lips.
Our eyes met through the reflection. Her pupils were dilated, eyes blazing with a mixture of fear and something carnal. And I looked crazed, completely fucking deranged.
I pulled my fingers out and she let out a choked moan, which turned into a desperate cry when I slammed inside. My cock thickened and throbbed as I thrusted inside her, all the way to the hilt until she was full of me.
Talia fed the beast in me.
And she fucked the monster like she was born to submit to me.
Talia rocked against the mirror, her lips parted with a silent moan and her back arched. I kept a hand on her hip, keeping her anchored to me as I pistoned in and out, forcing myself harder and deeper inside her. Her pussy clenched around me every time I thrust inside. She whimpered every time I pulled out. My other hand curled around her nape, feeling her submission bleed through her and into me.
“Killer,” she whimpered as I pinned her against the mirror.
“Fuck,” I grunted.
I rutted inside her like a beast. There was unwavering obsession coursing through me. The need to defile her… to show her the depraved side of pleasure was strong.
A ripple ran down my spine and my muscles tightened. Talia was close, I could feel it.
My hips drove forward, again and again.
Harder. Faster. Deeper. The sound of our fucking filled the room. Her moans. Her little whimpers. My grunts, that sounded more animal than human.
“FUCK!” I slammed inside her one more time and stilled, buried so deep. My cock pulsed as I spurted my cum inside her, until Talia was full of me. Until I was everywhere. Inside her. Outside her. In her mind. Around her.
I reached around, shoving my hand between her thighs. I tugged at her clit; her body clenched; Talia screamed and spasmed around my cock.
I didn’t want to leave the warm clasp of her pussy but I had to. My eyes went to where we were still connected and I slowly pulled out, watching my length slide out of her pink hole as she leaked my cum.
Her legs finally gave out and she sunk to the ground, her body shaking with the aftershock of her orgasm and our fucking. I wasn’t done… just yet…
I bent low and wrapped her hair around my fist, my knuckles digging into her scalp. Talia looked at me with hazy eyes, lost somewhere far away…
She knelt in front of me. I pushed a hand between her thighs and gathered the mess I left there with two fingers, rubbing it over her folds. I brought my fingers up to her tits and smeared my cum on her nipples. Talia gasped softly and my lips twitched.
I grasped my semi-hard length. “Suck me.”
Talia blinked as I brought my dick to her mouth, rubbing the wet tip against her lips. “Suck me clean, Talia. Taste yourself on my cock.”
Goosebumps speckled her flesh. Her lips parted and she took me in her mouth, sucking me clean. Good girl, doing as she was told.
There was pleasure.
There was pain.
There was everything filthy and depraved…
I slipped out of her mouth and crouched to her level. My thumb rubbed along her swollen lips and her eyes… grew soft.
“Killer,” she whispered.
My chest tightened.
When Talia first bargained with me… she didn’t know what to expect, she didn’t know what it’d mean to belong to a savage, unhinged man like me. Now, she knew.
Too bad, this wasn’t going to last. Too bad, Talia had been too naïve. Too innocent to realize the consequences of her bargain.
If only she had paid attention to the warning signs. If only she hadn’t stepped foot into my territory.
If only she hadn’t been my target… all along.
Talia Barese was my job.
My prey.
My kill.
Our eyes locked…
And I broke her heart.
“You have twenty-four hours to live, Little One. Any last wishes?”
CHAPTER TEN
Talia
It took me a couple of moments for Killer’s words to penetrate my dazed mind. “What do you mean?”
I had trouble focusing after what had just happened. When Killer had said he’d wanted a second time, I hadn’t expected this unhinged fucking. Even if the word made me squirm, it was the only term fitting for what Killer had done to me, for what I had let him do to me. I was sore, could feel my sensitive flesh throb with a strange ache I couldn’t explain.
Killer smirked, his eyes suddenly harsh and cruel. “You’ve got twenty-four hours to live before you die.”
I shook my head slowly.
“I was paid to kill you, Talia. That is the only reason I even bothered with you, with this bargain.” He snatched up a strand of my hair, letting it glide through his scarred, glistening fingers. Glistening from our joined releases, from his…cum, and suddenly I felt dirty.
He’d used me, had betrayed me. “So, the bargain was a charade so you could fuck me?” I whispered harshly, feeling the proof of what we’d done trickle out of me, feeling tainted and degraded because of his words.
Killer straightened with a cruel smile. “That was an added bonus.”
“Did you even kill Pasquale? Maybe that, too, was a lie.” I put up a brave front even as fear quickly spread in my chest.
“I killed him as brutally as you asked me to. It was fun, but not as much fun as your cunt.”
I stumbled to my feet, stark naked, sore, and heartbroken, but I fought the urge to cover myself. I didn’t want to show any more weakness in front of Killer, not after what he had just revealed. Never again.
Never isn’t going to be long…
My heart squeezed tightly at the realization.
Twenty-four hours. I searched his face for a flicker of softness, for a reason to hope for pity. There was nothing.
Was I such a bad judge of character? I’d thought Killer had showed me his gentle side for a reason, an emotional reason, not to trick me, not to play with me.
I staggered toward my cupboard even as my legs shook wildly. Killer had ruined my clothes so I needed to grab new things to cover myself, and I needed time to think, to figure out a way out of this. Grabbing jeans and a shirt, I quickly got dressed, my back to Killer, even if it raised the little hairs on my neck. I wanted to school my face into an expression of calm, wanted to hide my hurt from him. He didn’t need to know how shaken and heartbroken I was.
Slowly I turned. Killer leaned against the kitchen counter, arms crossed in front of his chest, looking relaxed and at ease, when he’d just shattered my entire world. “Who—” I cleared my throat, hating how shaky my voice was. “Who paid you to kill me?”
I was the cousin of the Famiglia’s Capo, the sister-in-law of his Enforcer, but that was all there was to me. I wasn’t important. Who’d hate me enough to want to kill me? Who’d spend so much money on it?
Or maybe Killer had taken sex as payment from whoever wanted me dead. That thought made me feel even dirtier. In my silly, naïve mind I’d thought maybe I was special but I was a job and a pleasure object, nothing more.
“Maybe I’ll tell you as a last wish tomorrow,” he said, again with that horrible smirk.
I rushed toward the door, hoping to escape, but his steps thundered close behind me and his arms wrapped around my middle, lifting me off the ground as if I weighed nothing.
I struggled like a madwoman, clawed and kicked, but he carried me over to the bed and dropped me unceremoniously. Then he crouched over me, his body holding me down.
“Don’t touch me!” I hissed.
“Only a few minutes ago you squeezed my cock while you came around me, and now you play hard to get?”
He was being cruel on purpose, and it was having an
effect on me. Tears sprang into my eyes. “You aren’t any better than the man you killed for me. You are a monster. You don’t deserve to touch me ever again, not after betraying me.”
He laughed darkly. “Betrayal?”
I glared, even as a tear slid down my cheek. I was fighting so hard to be strong but it was too much. Killer’s eyes followed the descent of my tear.
“How will you kill me?” I asked softly. “Will you make me suffer because someone paid you to do it? Or will you make it quick?”
Something shifted in Killer’s eyes and for a heartbeat it gave me hope, but hadn’t I misinterpreted his actions before? He was playing with my emotions, maybe that was part of the torture leading up to my death.
Killer pushed away from me and straightened, looking away. He smirked again. It looked wrong on his face. “Twenty-four hours, Little One, then you’ll find out.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Killer
Part of me knew that I did her wrong. Whatever humanity was left inside me, pitied her. Ached for her.
I didn’t remember much of my childhood before the cage… before the insistent need to kill… before the bloodlust and the vicious anger inside me. For a long time, I forgot to be human. I forgot what it felt like to be… human.
I was owned. A slave. An animal.
A fearsome beast – and I had been treated as such.
A monster who slaughtered.
I was… KILLER.
But in this moment, I actually felt… bad for Talia Barese. I might have been the Grim Reaper… but I guessed, I was still human, after all.
Too bad, I had been paid to kill her. She was my job and there was nothing I could do to save her. Even if little Talia had crawled under my skin, her death clock had started ticking the moment someone paid for her blood.
Goddamn it. She was a temptation I was weak against… a forbidden fruit I craved to taste. An obsession I couldn’t possibly deny.
When she had walked right into my territory, I thought she would have been an easy kill. I didn’t have to hunt her down, she had unknowingly walked right into her death. I had been pleased with the outcome.
Until I saw her.
Until I touched her.
Until I tasted her.
Until her cunt had squeezed my cock like her life depended on it.
FUCK!
Talia whimpered and her eyes fluttered open. She winced with a pained groan. I watched as she came back from her little sleep, as she fought to stay awake. A cough ripped from her throat and she groaned again, appearing to be just as disoriented as I expected her to be.
She had been sleeping for over twelve hours.
Talia slowly grasped onto her consciousness and the moment she was finally awake enough to realize her predicament, she thrashed to get free. A loud wail escaped her.
“Noooo! No! Let me go!!”
The chains clanked as she kept thrashing, fighting to get free.
There was no point. She was trapped.
Trapped for another twelve hours before I end her life…
I stepped out from the shadows. Her head snapped toward me and her wide, fearful eyes met mine. They glistened with tears. Tsk, poor Talia.
Minutes passed in strained silence before she finally let out a choked sob. “Why?”
I cocked my head to the side, waiting.
Her chin wobbled as she held in another cry. She sniffled and her watery eyes narrowed on me. She was refusing to break down in front of me. Strong and fierce. If it was any other time, I would have appreciated that.
Talia pulled on her chains, the sound of metal clanging against the wall loud against the silence. “Why are you doing this? Why did you use me? Why not just… kill me? WHY?”
“I do what I want.” I grinned. “I’ll kill you when I want and how? I will decide that too.”
She spat on the ground, looking incensed. “I hate you.”
My jaw locked, my eyes hardened and I took a step forward. I didn’t know why those words irked me, especially coming from her sweet fucking lips. My fists clenched. “Good. I’ve heard those words a thousand times.”
I crouched to her level, bringing our faces closer. “Hate me, Talia. It won’t change your fate. You are meant to die at my hands.”
Our noses touched as I gripped her jaw in my hand. My thumb stroked her soft skin, feeling her twitch under my touch. “Hate me, Little One,” I taunted.
She wretched her face out of my grasp and my lips curved with a smirk. My head dropped to the side as I studied her. I had undressed her, only leaving her bra and panties on.
Talia was… beautiful.
Small and dainty.
Vulnerable.
Seeing her like this, fragile and weak… at my mercy… my dick hardened. I was a sick fucking bastard.
I have had my fair share of beautiful women, but there was just… something about this one.
A sudden rage consumed me. Talia was my kill. Fuck, I had to remember that.
I stood up to my full height and took a few steps back, taking a seat on the single chair that was facing her. “You’re confused. You have a lot of questions, I see. Let’s say I’m feeling very generous today. Ask me your questions and I’ll give you the answers you’re looking for.”
Talia glanced around her, taking in the semi-finished basement. It was just one large room. Four drywalls. Two metals chains, where Talia was currently trapped by her wrists. A small caged window. Cold, cement ground. A flickering lightbulb. And a single chair, that I was sitting on. There was nothing else. It was an empty jail.
“Where am I?” she asked through gritted teeth.
“My home.”
Her head snapped back toward me. “Your… home? You brought me to your house?”
I shrugged. “I couldn’t possibly let you escape. This is where I can finish… my job.”
Her chest rumbled with a helpless, kitten growl. “You’re an asshole.”
“That wasn’t a question. Try again.”
Talia tugged on her chains again and she winced, her eyes screwed in pain. The metal must have been biting into her skin since she was pulling at it way too much. She took in a shuddering breath and opened her eyes again, narrowed on me.
“Why did you use me?”
My teeth scraped across my bottom lip. “Because I felt like it.”
“Who ordered you to kill me?” Talia whispered, ignoring my previous answer.
“Cutillo,” I replied honestly.
She looked confused for a moment until finally realization set in. She let out a sigh, letting her head thump back against the drywall.
I raised an eyebrow, curious. “Why does he want to kill you?”
“She,” Talia hissed. “Old enemies. She stole my sister’s fiancé and then he got our father killed. And when my brother-in-law dished out his vengeance, Anastasia ended up losing everything. It makes sense… why she’d want me dead. She wants to hurt my sister… through me.”
Her breathing was shaky and she curled into herself. “I shouldn’t have left home…”
“I would have found you either way,” I growled.
Talia shook her head. She didn’t say anything. A stab of something strange, an unknown feeling twisted my stomach. I quickly shoved it away and braced my elbows on my knees, nodding toward the tray in front of her.
“Eat.” One word. A single command. She hissed, her eyes narrowing on me.
“Is this my last meal?” The plate was filled with pieces of roasted chicken, garlic bread and vegetables. There was fruit on the side with a mango smoothie. And a brownie.
My jaw locked and I didn’t answer. She shot me a look of distaste. “How long do I have left to live?”
“Hours,” I said. “Or days.”
She looked at the plate, a resigned expression on her face. “But you said I only had twenty hours?”
Pushing the chair away, I stood up. “Maybe I changed my mind.”
Talia bit on her lip, her brown eyes boring
into me… as if she was trying to dig into my soul. “You… won’t kill me?” Her question had been so quiet I almost missed it.
“No, I will.” My chest tightened as the words spilled past my lips.
“What do you mean then?”
My lips twitched and my dick throbbed. “I’m not finished with you… yet.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
Talia
I wasn’t sure how long I’d been in Killer’s basement, chained to the wall. The hours blurred together. I shivered again. I’d been alternating between freezing and burning up for a while now. A fine sheen of perspiration covered my bare skin.
I tugged at the chain once more, wincing as the metal dug into my sore skin. My head was throbbing and I just felt…off. I leaned my head back, squeezing my eyes shut. I was coming down with something. No wonder really, considering I’d been trapped in this dank basement in my underwear for God only knew how long.
The lock turned, but I didn’t bother opening my eyes.
Steps rang out. “Trying to ignore me, Little One?”
I still didn’t react. I felt dizzy and tired. I wouldn’t waste my energy on the man who wanted to kill me. Clothes rustled and suddenly his palm pressed to my forehead. My eyes shot open, staring into Killer’s face. For a second, I was sure I saw worry in his expression. Maybe he didn’t want a fever to kill me off and ruin his specific plans for me.
“You’re burning up.”
I smiled wryly. “See, you can let nature run its course. You don’t even have to kill me with your own hands.”
With a frown, he unchained me and picked me up.
“What are you doing?”
“Shut up for once,” he snapped.
The motion made me sick so I had no choice but to lean my head against his chest, hating how I still felt comforted by his strength, even though he was my killer. He carried me up a narrow staircase into what looked like the master bedroom. Was it his bedroom?
He set me down on the king-size bed then hovered over me. Conflict showed on his face before he straightened and disappeared through the door. I sat up slowly, even as my vision swam. This was my chance. I stumbled to my feet then plopped right back down.
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