Her cunt milked me, and I knew she was getting close. Even earlier when I’d attempted to ignore her, I couldn’t help remembering all the little cues her body made when she was about to come undone.
“Choke him,” I ordered, and she whipped her head towards me.
“What?” she said, pushing her hips back so she could get more of my cock.
What a needy slut. I rewarded her with a flick on her clit.
“I promised you that Jayden would have his last breaths at thesame timeyou came.”
She blinked trying to process what I was saying.
“Now,” I ordered, moving her bloody hand to wrap around his throat. I kept my hand over hers, squeezing along with her.
“After this, you’ll know how it feels to take a life up close.” I squeezed tighter, and Jayden’s face turned blue. “Not in thedistance, watching and hoping that they die. You get to grasp someone’s life in your hands, and watch it fade away.”
Alisa’s mouth drooped open, and I shifted the angle, ready to hit that special spot that sent her to another dimension.
A death rattle sounded from Jayden. At the exact same moment, Alisa’s body started spasming, and a blissed-out expression overtook her.
“So fucking beautiful,” I whispered, finding my own release in conjunction with hers.
Chapter thirty
Alisa
I checked the angle on my red wig one last time before stepping into the bar.
It’d been over a week since I’d strangled Jayden while Dmitri finishedmeoff. The moment my driver had arrived at Jayden's residence, I’d rushed outside trying to tear my mind and eyes away from Dmitri.
So the moment a call arrived for a solo assignment, I’d jumped at the opportunity. For just one night I needed to lose myself in something I was good at, and stop thinking back to the thoughtful expression on Dmitri’s face when I fled the house.
With one final deep breath, I shoved those lingering thoughts into the back of my mind and walked into the swanky bar. A chandelier hung from delicate piano wires. Directly underneath it lay a huge marble island.
An older gentleman in a suit turned his head to appraise me. Rather than taking the easy bait, I ignored him and sauntered to the opposite end of the bar.
Bingo. I could feel the searing heat of his attention on me, but I didn’t pry my gaze away from the bar. Growing up in New York City, I’d never had the opportunity to fish. But from the shuffling footsteps approaching my direction, it was the closest I’d felt to casting a line and slowly dragging it in.
“What are you drinking?” the older gentleman asked as he swept into the seat beside me.
I turned my head and pretended to notice him for the first time….
As if I hadn’t picked out my makeup, wig, and outfit based on the profile my father’s men had given me.
“Manhattan,” I said, turning my attention back to an enormous bouquet of snowdrops resting artfully on the bar.
My target’s attention deepened as I purposefully ignored him. This man wanted me to dangle the bait. I needed to let him think he was the one fishing, and I was the prize to be caught.
My target, Charles, ordered top shelf alcohol for me. I deigned the gentleman with a polite nod before picking up the offered drink.
I pressed the Manhattan to my lips, but didn’t swallow any of it.
I didn’t like the look Charles had exchanged with the bartender. A twinge in my stomach told me to follow my instincts, and take the riskier approach of slipping my poison directly into Charles' drink when the opportunity arose.
I set the drink back down, and subtly shifted my body towards Charles. His gaze immediately found my chest, but that wasn’t what caught my attention.
It was the dark presence of the man leaning against the wall.
Dmitri.
