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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.