Page 4 of Poisoned Pawn
CARTER
Ituck the lock pick back into my pocket and slip inside the door through the small gap. The house is bathed in darkness and perfect for me to do what I came for.
There is only one person home, and he is exactly who I came here for.
Right now, he should be sleeping like a fucking baby, and in about ten minutes his little nighttime excursion with the sandman is about to evolve into a trip to the fields of Tartarus.
I creep up the stairs on silent feet, although I’m not all that bothered about waking him. As long as I get the job done, my client isn’t bothered about the how.
Halfway up, I become aware of a noise that isn’t the snoring I was expecting to hear. Groans and panting breaths echo down the dark hall, joined by the steady thump of a headboard against the wall.
The feminine moaning grows louder as I approach the slightly open door of my marks room. This is a fucking complication I could do without. I look through the gap, which is open wide enough to see the bed fully, and there is some bird with the biggest fake tits riding cock like it’s an Olympic sport. Bouncing up and down and tugging at her nipples while the wet fish beneath her just lies there with his hands behind his head.
I’m mulling over the idea of taking them both out when she starts yelling.
“Yeah, Daddy, make me fucking come. Yes, yes, yes, Daddy.” She shakes her head from side to side as she speeds up. “Oh…fuck! Da…ddy,” she stutters out as her body convulses, and his hands grasp her hips, holding her down on his cock and turning her flesh white from the firm grip.
She bucks back and forth, riding out her orgasm. He lets out a roar with his own release. I step back from the door as he tosses her off him and adjust my dick. Calling him daddy doesn’t do anything for me, especially when he’s old enough to be her fucking dad, but watching the bitch get fucked certainly does.
An image of the chick I fucked a couple of weeks ago pops into my mind, but I shove it away. I don’t have time right now. After this job is done, I intend to find myself a wet pussy to fuck till the sun comes up.
Soft footfalls padding across the plush carpet break through my thoughts, and I listen as a light is switched on and a door closes. Peeking back into the room, my mark is lying in bed, stark bollock naked with his hands back behind his head and eyes closed. Guess that means she took a trip to the bathroom. Now is the perfect opportunity.
Stepping forward, I scan the rest of the room and see the closed door on the other side. Slipping inside, I pull the blade from the sheath strapped to my belt and creep closer to the bed. I take a second to admire the sated smile on his face, then with the stealth of a B2 bomber, my wrist flicks out, slicing across his neck.
His eyes pop open in surprise, but it only lasts a fraction of a second as his surprise gives way to pain. His hands drop to his neck, gripping it as he attempts to talk, but all he can manage is a strangled gurgle as his mouth fills with blood. The cream sheet beneath him turns a bright shade of red, saturated within seconds.
The toilet flushes, and I know that’s my cue to leave. Leaning forward, I deliver my message.
“Lev sends his regards.”
Stepping back, I watch as he reaches out an arm, as if I might help him, then I turn and slip away. I step outside as the first scream rents the air.
* * *
By the time I’ve gone home, showered and changed, Neon Flux is heaving. I scan the room as I take deep mouthfuls of my beer. The little show my mark and his fuck buddy put on earlier has made me desperate to fuck. I could have gone to Illicit for a guaranteed fuck, but tonight’s hit has me wanting to prowl.
Sometimes the chase is the best part.
Like the brunette the other week.
I knock back another mouthful of beer as a girl who has been eye fucking me for the last ten minutes makes a beeline straight for me. I casually twirl the near empty bottle on the tabletop as I wait. The moment she steps into my space, something to the left catches my eye, instantly drawing my attention away.
“Hey, gorgeous,” she purrs, reaching out a hand and running a finger down my t-shirt that’s just poking out the top of the hoodie I’m wearing.
My eyes track the brunette as she walks past, and when she turns to look this way, I dip my head so she doesn’t see me.
The chick currently unzipping my hoodie with one hand while the other strokes my cock through my jeans takes that as her green light. Abandoning the zip, her hand joins the other one and attempts to open my flies.
She lets out a gasp, of shock or arousal, either way I’m not interested, as I snatch a hold of her wrist, stilling her movement.
“Go back to your little entourage and find another dick to choke on tonight,” I tell her, pushing up to stand and forcing her backward.
“But—”
“But I’m not interested. Now run along.” I pin her with an icy glare that warns her not to argue. She turns to walk away but can’t help tossing an insult my way first.
“You don’t know what you’re missing, cunt.”