Page 23 of Broken Discipline
“You’re the one who stalked me, Ramona,” I said in a low voice, stepping toward her.
“You’re crazy.”
“Now, if you do nothing, it’ll take him five excruciating minutes or more to die. And trust me when I say that it will beexcruciating.” With that, I grinned, letting her see my full range of teeth, gleaming in the light. “Oryoucan kill him. Put him out of his agony, like a hero.”
I pulled my gun from my holster and handed it to her, taunting her with it. She grabbed it, her hands sinking as she carried the full weight.
“Or I could kill you,” she whispered.
My dick throbbed at the threat. It had been a long time since someone had threatened me like that. And to think that Ramona was the one to do it, sent blood straight to my cock.
“One bullet,” I said, cracking my neck. “Make it a good one.”
She raised the gun, her muscles shaking as she did. She locked her elbows as she aimed the muzzle at my forehead. My heart rate decreased, my muscles relaxed. She couldn’t kill me.She wouldn’t.
The man spittled on the floor, and Ramona’s eyes bounced to him, then back to me. But she kept the gun focused on my head.
“The longer you wait, the more you’re torturing him,” I said.
She pulled back the hammer and screamed, closing her eyes, then pulled the trigger. At the last second, she twitched, throwing the gun’s aim off. The bullet hit the wall, and the adrenaline in my nervous system numbed me. Ramona trembled as she pulled back the hammer again, trying desperately to pull the trigger. The gun clicked. And clicked. And clicked.
I took another step toward her.
“No, no, no,” she whispered. “Damn it!”
She had gotten close, and that was amusing.
I stepped closer again and she dropped the gun, her fists pounding into me. I grabbed her by the wrists, locking her in my grasp, then pushed her up against the wall. Molasses and a sour sweetness swam in my head, soaking me in her, and for a moment, my eyes rolled into the back of my skull. Blood surged to my groin, the pressure sensitive and painful. How could one woman be so intoxicating that her panting, fearful breath mixed with her scent made my dick hard?
“I knew Carter Care wasn’t for pets,” she scowled. “You kill people!”
There were many ways to describe my business. Some called us hitmen. Enforcers. Assassins. But the main aspect of Carter Care was that we didn’t ask questions; we simply eliminated contracts.
“You killed my husband, didn’t you?” she said, baring her teeth. “You killed Bruce to take over my life. I don’t know what your stupid vendetta is against him, or me, or whatever you rich idiots do, but you are not going to—”
I squeezed her wrists at full force, her hands and arms swelling purple with blood. She shrieked, then her lips fell silent.
“I can control every police department, every politician, every important person across this fucking continent.” My jaw twitched, my dick filling with more blood, pressing against her. She sucked in a breath, her mouth wide. I continued: “And those custody papers are scanned, sitting in my online drive right now, waiting to be sent straight to the courthouse. Your little threats mean nothing to me, Ramona.I own you now.”
I pressed my thigh between her legs, her arousal dampening my pants. She was wet knowing how powerless she was against me.
“Do you feel alive, knowing that you almost killed me?” I asked in a low, gravelly voice.
She looked away and I pressed my whole body into her, forcing her to feel every hard inch of me. I sucked in her sweet scent, like brown sugar and vanilla. Like pure molasses. And I wanted to devour every inch of her.
“You disgust me,” she hissed.
I put my lips against her ear. “It makes my dick hard when you pretend you don’t like it, sweetheart. Tell me, when I reach between your legs, is your pussy going to prove you wrong?”
“I don’t like it,” she snapped.
I let go of her wrists so suddenly that she stumbled forward, bumping into me, and I shoved my hand down her pants, cupping her slit. Those warm, slick juices slid over my palm, and I let my fingertip bridge the edge of her pussy lips. Her eyelids fluttered, her tongue running over her lips.
I took my hand out, then rubbed my palm across her face, painting her in her own juices. Her jaw hung open, her cheeks red, the arousal making her slow to react. I closed the front door of the apartment, then grabbed the knife from the floor beside the man. It was a simple switch blade, but I ran my finger over the edge, the sting zapping my fingertip. He had sharpened it recently. If I hadn’t been there, he might have killed Ramona.
She stumbled to the door but I grabbed her by the hair, pulling her down to her knees. I yanked her behind me, deeper into the man’s apartment. She grunted, pulling on my hands, but nothing could stop me. Inside of the bedroom, I let go, then pressed a boot to her chest, putting weight into my stance, so that she would know she was powerless beneath me.
Her eyes lingered on my boot. Her lips parted, her tongue quickly flicking over her bottom lip. I glanced over my shoulder; her legs were spread wide. She probably didn’t even know that she was turned on right now.
