The Complete Contract Series (18 page)

Stormy

I don’t sleep well at all—numerous times of waking up and using it as an excuse to go pee keep me up and down all night and waking up to Miller’s antics isn’t helping matters.

“I just got back to sleep, Miller. Take the fucking handcuffs off—now!”

“No. Can. Do.”

He leaps from the chair he is seated in so quickly that I jump, straining and pulling at the cuffs in fear. He scares me—I don’t know what to expect from a man who kills people for a living.

He is straddled over me even though the cuffs have secured me and there is no reason to pin me down. The yellow hue in his eyes tells me I’m in trouble.

“You think you can fucking leave me? I own you!”

He is now tweaking and pinching at my nude body and I find myself wishing I hadn’t slept nude.

“Stop it, Miller.”

“Fuck no, I’m not stopping. I am proving a point though.”

He turns his body slightly and begins to run his finger over my already wet opening. His touch is feather light and he faces me, eyeing me in an accusatory manner.

“Your body understands the concept of being my property. Now we just need to get it into that hard head of yours. I’m going to paint a very grim picture for you. If you leave me or ever open your mouth about who I am or what I do, I’ll kill you. I don’t think you understand just how deeply entrenched into my world you are. The most dangerous player in the game, Glazov, knows who you are and he has you under surveillance. Don’t make the mistake of thinking that my emotions for you will save you. If you fuck up, you die.”

“Who is Glazov?” I ask trying to remain calm with the new information that has been thrust on me.

“Only the top Russian mobster in all of Bratva.”

“I don’t understand any of this stuff you’re telling me.”

“The only thing you need to understand is you aren’t going anywhere and I’m damn sure not. There is one way out of your predicament—death!”

He moves the finger he had used to gently tease me and grabs my chin with a tight grip, forcing me to look at him.

“I own you, I own those plump perfect little pink lips, those ocean blue eyes, that corn-silk blonde hair, those full tits, your taut little abs, and your tight little pink pussy.” He pointed to my head poking his finger into the side of it as he spoke. “But most of all, I’m in here. I own your mind girl. You can never dislodge me from there. I’m in your thoughts, your dreams, your fears, your insecurities—because I am your security.”

He stands removing his clothes but never removing his eyes from my face.

“I’m so glad we got tested because there is nothing I would rather do than have you sheathed around my cock.”

He lowers down on me and slowly pushes into me as he studies each detail of my face. “I need you Stormy—you’re not the only one who needs someone. I need you as much as you need me. You get me and I’ve never had that with a woman before. Please think about me and don’t do anything stupid; I can’t stand the thought of losing you.”

He runs the pad of his thumb over the single tear that is running down my cheek, wiping it away. He is right—I do need him. How can it be I trust a man who kills for a living more than I have ever trusted anyone? I know he would step in front of a bullet for me and no one has ever been willing to lay their life on the line for me. I can’t walk away from him even if I want to. Fear isn’t the emotion that connects me to him—security and trust are.

No longer do I feel the need to control every aspect of my life because now I have someone who does it for me—someone I can trust—someone I’m connected to—someone I…Well, I don’t even want to go there…

He feels like steel as he slowly takes me—hard, cold, relentless, strong and sure. As his unforgiving eyes bore into me, he never breaks contact or the connection we share. Already the trials of fire are forging us, intermingling us into one, as if we have been soldered together by our secrets and weaknesses.

My hands are no longer pulling at the restraints, I allow him to take me, own me, and I will allow him to mold me into the Femme Fatal he has summoned to the forefront of my being and before he is finished with that which he creates, we will be just as his brothers in arms are: bound by blood…

Miller

If I could climb inside of her and become one with her, I would. I am a man who has been made cold and unfeeling due to the horrors of war yet I feel with this woman beneath me. I feel down to the marrow of my bones. Losing her isn’t an option—keeping her is a vital necessity.

I know instinctively I will die without her by my side. Not only will the last spark of hope to ever be human again die, but the distraction of not having her will give my enemies the weakness they need to kill me.

I take my time relishing in the moist, tight warmth she provides me; if I could make this last forever I would. I raise my body, holding myself above her with the flat of my palms supporting me. My thrusts become more urgent as her begging me to let her come rings in my ears.

“I love knowing you beg me for release and I love knowing I am the only man who possesses that part of you—any part of you to be precise. I feel her tightness clench around me as her body rises up to meet mine in an effort to take all I am giving her and more.

She brings out the best in me and she brings out the worst in me. She has the key to all of my secrets I have been so careful to keep tucked away and hidden for all these years. I am desperate for her to adjust to my horrid lifestyle, to pull her into my darkness, for her to dwell in the abyss of a cold-blooded killer because if she doesn’t adjust and conform to my lifestyle, it will mean the death of not only her, but me. I am a man possessed by an innocent woman who will be tainted with the blood on my hands by the time I am done with her—but nonetheless, possessed is what I am. I love her with a dark, demented obsession, but it is all I know. For me, love is obsession and there cannot be one without the other—they are one in the same.

There is only one way to seal the deal of us being forged as a unit and that is to be bound together by the heinous act of murder. It is time to find out what she is really made of; it is time for her first kill. It will be the revealer of truth. How she reacts to it and how it affects her will be the telltale signs. I can’t say the fact she has suffered from anxiety issues in the past doesn’t worry me. One of two things will happen: she will break emotionally, or she will break in a way which enables me to mold her into the killer she needs to be to walk hand in hand with me.

Her body clenches down on my stiff member as she cries out her release. I grit my teeth and my thrusts become demanding as the primal desire to mark her overcomes all reasoning. Right now there is only Stormy and my desire to make her mine. A growl erupts from somewhere deep in my chest cavity and I unload all of my pent up passion into her.

I will settle for nothing less than complete ownership of her. I have to know what the future is going to bring—what
our
future is going to bring. I settle it in my mind—she is going with me on my next hit and I can only hope she will adjust to the darkness and become my Femme Fatal…

Stormy

“Why did you let me go with Selena last night? It isn’t like you to let me out of your sight in a place like that?”

“You have to learn how to function around the underground element,” he chuckles.

“There was more to it than that, Miller,” I state, raising up on one arm to eye him as he sits at the computer working.

“Are you sure you want to know, girl.”

“I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t curious.”

“Well you know what they say about that.”

“I have you to protect me from being killed—my curiosity can remain safely intact.”

“Alright throw something on so I don’t want to fuck you again and come over here and I’ll show you.” His look got dark and very serious. “Don’t ever tell anyone anything we discuss. Everything is a secret in our world.”

“I know, I know. My lips are sealed.”

“Only when it comes to my secrets dear. Those lips of yours might come in handy.

I roll my eyes and sit down on his lap, purposely shifting my weight to grind against his cock.

“You better watch it, girl, now pay attention.”

I watch his fingers fly over the keys as if he were the writer.

“Okay, here you go,” he states turning towards me to confirm he has arrived at his cyber-destination.

Though a single black rose tis his kiss of death—for her it holds no power.

For when she doth receive, tis not a mere black rose: but a bouquet there of….

“Miller, that’s beautiful. What is it?”

“It is the website of a serial killer.”

“And they can’t catch him?”

“No.”

“And you know who he is…”

“Yes.”

“And you won’t tell me?”

“No.”

“Well…what did you have to discuss with Diego last night?”

“The killer disappeared for a year and now he has resurfaced.”

“A serial killer with a poetic side.”

“That, and a sense of poetic justice. He is a vigilante.”

“I’m intrigued.”

“As is the rest of the city—the man has a cult following.”

“So I know if I get a black rose to watch my back?”

“By the time you get a black rose, it’s too late—it’s already been pinned to your lifeless body. That, my love, will never happen to you as long as I’m around.”

“I feel safer already.”

“You should, my love, you should…”