Page 29 of Deadly Sweet

But that's what I want him to think.

Duchess also happens to own and run an escort service. If at any time one of my potential targets calls to book a girl, Duchess sends me.

I show up and play the part, right up until it’s time to get down and dirty. Then I slit their neck, call in the clean-up crew, and slip away like nothing’s happened.

Alphas like these see Omegas as weak little things they can use and abuse. It’s what makes this so much fun, because they never see it coming.

Roddy-boy here is no different.

I wasn’t pleased that this was the address I was given. It’s filled with cameras, and I didn’t have time to get a layout of the building. If I don’t have to kill him here, I really don’t want to.

I’ve been trying to get his dumbass to bring me back to his place, but of course, he has a wife. He wants me to be his dirty little secret and wants to fuck me over his desk because he thinks it would be hot.

And yes, getting fucked over a desk sounds like something I’d very much like to do.

Just not with this guy.I’d rather fuck myself with a nail covered dildo, thank you.

“How about we get out of here?” I murmur, playing with his tie, hand twitching as I imagine wrapping it around his neck and strangling him to death. “I know a nice motel a few blocks down. It would be way more comfortable than here.”

His face drops, any fake niceness gone. “I said no.” His voice is harder than before. He sneers. “Are you too fucking stupid? Has all that bleach gone to your head? How about you stop fucking talking. It’s not what I’m paying for. I have a better use for that mouth of yours.” He gives me a slimy grin that makes me sick. “Now get on your knees and suck my cock like the whore you are.”

Oh fuck no, he did not just use his Alpha bark on me!

It doesn't work. And he notices.

“I said. Get on your fucking knees!” he barks louder.

Yeah, I’m over this shit. I’m over him. It’s time for him to die.

“You see, I don’t think so,” I purr seductively, getting off his lap. I stand, looming over him. He looks up at me, that ugly sneer still plastered on his face. He’s pissed that I’m not jumping to do as I’m told.

Won’t work on me. No Alpha will ever be able to use their bark against me again. I’ve made sure of it.

Over the past few months, both Duchess and Cobra have been working with me, teaching me how to resist an Alpha’s bark. It wasn’t easy, and they’d almost given up. Not because I wasn’t making progress, but because they hated having to use their bark on me.

Nothing they could have demanded I do would have been worse than the things I was forced to do in the past, so it really didn’t bother me. The only time I’ve gotten upset was when I wasn’t able to resist them, and that was only at first. But with lots of practice and time, I’ve grown a resistance. And now no Alpha’s bark works on me.

Nothing makes my eye twitch and sends me into a murderous rage more than when some sack of shit Alpha thinks they have the right to use their bark on me.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He grips the arm of his chair. “I gave you an order, Omega. Now do your fucking job.”

“Again, I don’t think so.” I bat my lashes at him. “I do have a better idea, though.”

Slipping my hands into my dress pocket—my dress has pockets! How fucking cool is that?—I wrap my hand around the handle of my switchblade.

“How about you–” I pull the blade out, flick it open, and place it right against my pubic bone. With my free hand, I grab the back of his head by what little bit of hair he has and jerk his head forward before finishing my sentence. “Suck my cock like the whore you are.”

The blade slips past his lips and down his throat. He lets out a gargled yelp, his body thrashing, trying to get away from me.

I laugh like a madwoman, holding his head still as I thrust my hips forward, fucking his throat with my blade. “That's it, baby. Take my cock. Choke on it. Fucking gag for me.”And I mean, he is technically gagging...“Look at you taking my cock so well. Drooling for it. I knew you were a filthy little slut.”

Joking! It’s not drool. It’s blood. A lot of it.I think with all my wild movements, I hit the artery in his neck because holy fuck there’s so much blood.

Yanking his head back, I frown.Yup, he’s dead. Shit. That was fast.

Well, it looks like my plan to take this somewhere else is a no-go. I’m going to have to call the clean-up crew and get Duchess to work her magic to wipe the cameras.

Thankfully, everyone in this building has gone home for the night, so I shouldn’t be bothered.

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