Refusing to let this “tender” moment be over, I place the point of the knife to his inner thigh.
Pulling off of him so I can speak, I glance up at him. “This is where your femoral artery runs.” I push the tip in just a bit to puncture the first layer of skin for a dramatic effect without actually causing him any harm. “If I fully cut this artery, you will bleed out in minutes, maybe seconds if I get it just right.”
He stares down at me vacantly.
“Fight it all you want but I’m either sucking you or killing you. You decide.” Dropping the knife to the ground next to my knee, I lap up the blood that trails down his thigh.
“Ple—ase,” he whines, putting force into trying to move me away.
“Please what, Aingeal? Please don’t stop, or is it please kill me? Use your words cause I feel like you want this sucked more than you want death.”
A war of emotions plays across his face before it settles on defeat. “I don’t want to die.”
That’s all I need to hear. I devour his cock like a starved man. I continue to suck, lick, and swallow him. Hewillbeblowing his load down my throat. And I will be reliving this moment for as long as I can.
Ewen—what a perfect name for an angel—clearly doesn’t mean it because just like when I was helping him stroke himself, he’s now thrusting his hips, banging the back of my throat.
And I fucking love it.
Who said just because I’m the Reaper for the Irish mob that I can’t love dick? I have fucked a ton of people on this green earth. Pussy, mouth, ass, men, and women. There’s just something about dick and ass belonging to the male gender that does me in. My uncle isn’t happy with my sexual partners, but as long as I do what he requires, he leaves me alone about it. He’s quite progressive for a mobster.
Ewen has stopped his protests and fully given in to his desires. I’m loving that I am the reason. The second I locked my eyes with his, I knew this man was meant to be mine. I’ve never not killed when I thought my life and career were going to be compromised.
“I-I’m about to come.”
It’s the only warning I get before his cock pulses and he unleashes the best tasting cum down my throat.
I lick his shaft clean before picking up my knife and shoving it in my hoodie pocket. Being a bit dramatic, I stand up and wipemy jaw, leaning in to whisper, “That, my Aingeal, was the best thing I’ve ever tasted.”
He gasps and turns away, hiding the blush consuming his cheeks. Whether it’s embarrassment or shame, I’m not sure.
Fuck me, he truly is beautiful.
“Now, we both have a secret. I know mine is much darker and more fucked up, but I want to have ‘faith’ you aren’t going to reveal it to anyone.” I make air quotes around the word faith. “You also have the victim’s blood on you so have fun trying to explain you weren’t involved.”
He doesn’t bother to look at the evidence I left on him. This man can walk away from here and tell the police everything. He’s seen my face, he knows where and at what time I committed murder. He could ruin my life, even justifying how the blood got on him. But, for some reason, I won’t kill him—or even stop him from walking out of this dingy alley and continuing with his life.
He looks crazed. His pupils are blown wide. He stands completely still, just like when I originally found him. Glancing back down, I realize his dick is still out. “You might want to put that bad boy back now,” I say as I motion toward his deflating cock. My words drag him out of his trance. Frantically, he shoves his beautiful penis back into his pants, pulling the zipper up lightning fast. I want to pout as it slowly disappears.
“You’re going to walk away. Forget anything you saw here tonight. I really don’t want to have to end your life.”
“Yeah, I won’t be reporting you. I don’t condone what you did, but I also won’t be the one to put you in jail.” He sways back and forth. He looks nervous—and rightfully so. He witnessed a murder, almost died, and then was forcibly sucked off. None of that screams a normal evening.
Walking back to where the dead body lies, I need to do some spring cleaning. I’m afraid if I watch Ewen leave, I’ll try to stophim. I would want more of him. But I can’t. He has his life, and it doesn’t include me.
Where the fuck did that thought come from?
This murder is supposed to look like a mugging gone wrong. I don’t always leave victims to be found, but when you need to make a statement, you let it be heard. Honestly, there’s not much I need to do here. I got the job done, just how I was instructed. The Italians are creeping on our territory, and this piece of shit thought he could harass our people. Not a wise choice. Shamus told me to leave him somewhere public to be found but not directly on their doorstep. So, he’s in an alley behind the restaurant they use as a front. Either they’ll find him first and cover it up or somebody else will call it in, and they’ll have the police doing their investigation right outside their back door. In my eyes, it’s a win-win. Either scenario annoys them and tells them exactly who did it.
Once I’m done, I head out of the alley. Rounding the corner, I see Ewen. He didn’t make it far. I watch as he marches up to an apartment building.Is this where you live? I question as he walks in. He really wasn’t far from home, which makes it all the crazier that he couldn’t wait. Maybe it was destiny that brought him to me.
Pulling out my pack of smokes, I light one up and casually stroll down the block, keeping my eyes on the brick structure he went into. After I pass it, I stop and hop up on a retaining wall and watch his place, wanting to see if he tries to report what happened. Taking deep drags of the cigarette, I can’t think of anything beyond wanting to get my mouth on him again—and almost mourning the fact that I’ll never get to.
Iwant to say that after that night, I never saw Ewen again. But that would be a lie. I told myself it was to make sure he wouldn’t report what he saw. But that first night bled into the next night. Where I sat on the same brick wall and watched his building.
I watched him.
Every night that I could.
