Bending over, I smack a kiss on the tip of his dick… then dash up his torso, snatching my Glock from under the pillow. In the next second, both my hands are wrapped around the grip and the muzzle hovers centimeters above his forehead.
Lust disappears from his blue gaze, and it freezes over, biting my skin. That gaze. It doesn’t beg, doesn’t plead for mercy.
Good. I have zero to offer him.
I pull the trigger.
CHAPTER FOURThe Huntsman
The blast from the Glock roars in my ears. The heat of the bullet expelling from the muzzle sears the side of my face.
The side of my face.
I braced myself for the impact of the bullet piercing me, but only splinters from the headboard fly and embed into my forehead, cheek, and neck. And fuck yeah, they hurt. But not as much as being dead would’ve.
Why didn’t this bitch kill me?
She sucked my fucking soul through my dick, damn near introducing me to my dead parents with that mouth, and then she pulls a gun on me?
She’s going to regret that shit.
There’s not head good enough in this fucking world for me to forgive that.
The trails of blood trickling down my skin tickle, but the chains wrapped around my arms keep me from wiping them away.Thatreminder—along with the pleasure humming through my veins like flame-lit gasoline and a still-hard, wet dick—has me mad as all fuck.
Killing mad.
This is about more than the contract.
This is personal now.
She called meMalachi.
“Bitch, kill me.”
She blinks. Then a smile—a diabolical, fucking beautifulsmile—slowly spreads across her face, and I’m momentarily stuck. Just as I was when those lush, pink lips were wrapped around my shit.
Just as I was when she called me by the name no one knows. The name I haven’t heard since my baby sister whispered it on the grubby carpet of our foster father’s house as she bled out from a beating.
She leans down over me, but she’s no fool. There’s just enough distance that I can’t rear up and bite something off. “Be careful what you ask me for, Huntsman. Unlike you, I don’t charge for dropping bodies. And I love free shit.”
With a pat to my shoulder, she hums what sounds a lot like Tupac’s “How Do U Want It” and climbs off me. I watch her as she shrugs into a shoulder holster and tucks the Glock into it, then stretches across my restrained body and picks up her knife, wipes off the blade on my pant leg, and slides it into an ankle sheath. That shit is insulting as fuck, and I curl my lip up at her, but she doesn’t notice, because she isn’t looking at me, her attention focused on the phone in her hand. And that’s another offense I’m keeping track of like a running tab. Chained up or not, I’m the apex predator in this bitch. When I get out, Eshe Diallo’s gon’ have to see me.
“Well, Huntsman, it’s been fun, but I gotta get out of here. People to see. Parricide to commit.” She flashes me another of those slightly off smiles that both irritate andfucking fascinateme as she slips her phone in the back pocket of her cargo pants. “I’m sure we’ll be seeing each other. And while I should be regretting leaving you alive, I think I’m looking forward to it.”
She lifts her thumb to the corner of her mouth and wipes it as if cleaning up any remnants my seed she might’ve missed, and just like that, lust pumps through me fast and furious like a gotdamn hurricane set on destruction. And I’m set on taking her little crazy ass down with me. Fuck her. Kill her. I’m good with both.
“You’ll be seeing me,” I warn on a low growl.
“Promise?” She winks, and on anyone else, it would be an asshole gesture.
On her? Well, she’s still an asshole, but it’s somehow… cute. Another point against her. It’s like a damn rap sheet now. Like the bitch doesn’t already have one.
My anger, which hasn’t dialed down one fucking notch, ratchets higher when she practically skips out of the room. Seconds later, a door slams, and an engine too loud to be a car revs and gradually disappears. And I’m left alone in this freakish fairy-tale cottage, the scent of my cum in the air and the rattle of chains marking my every movement.
“Fuck.” I jerk against the cuff circling my wrist, and just like every time before it, the metal remains tightly locked.“Fuck.”
Dropping back against the pillow she so fuckinggraciouslyplaced behind my head, I stare up at the ceiling, my mind whirling.Think, gotdammit,think. You’ve been in worse situations than this. Much worse.None come to mind at the moment, but shit, I’m still alive so…
