Hitman (Black Heart Romance presents Heaven & Hell)

by C. Hallman

  “Fuck. I’m already ready to come. Close your eyes, open your mouth, and stick your tongue out,” he orders, and I obey.

  A moment later, his cock swells in my hands. He stills, and ropes of sticky cum hit my face. Some gets into my mouth, making me cringe at the salty taste it leaves on my tongue.

  “Swallow it,” he demands, his voice rough and gravelly. “Then lick my cock clean.”

  Without questioning him, I swallow, then stick my tongue out and run it over his skin, licking him clean of the leftover cum.

  A small voice in the back of my head tells me what I’m doing is wrong. I shouldn't let him boss me around like this. But then there's this other voice, the more depraved part of me, that knows this is exactly what I want. I want him to take control, to tell me what to do. I want to please him.

  “Good girl,” Alaric praises as I get back on my feet. “I’d like to do the same for you right now, but unfortunately, that will have to wait. I have somewhere to go, and if I start eating that sweet pussy of yours now, I know I’ll miss my meeting.”

  I try to hide my disappointment, but the deep chuckle coming from him tells me I wasn’t able to. I quickly wash my hair and body before rinsing off. Alaric steps out of the shower and dries himself off. When I step out, he holds up a fluffy white towel to wrap me up in.

  Back in the bedroom, he gives me another clean oversized shirt and a pair of sweatpants. While I roll the waistband five times, he gets into a black button-up shirt and a charcoal suit. Curiosity has a question on the tip of my tongue, but I know better than to ask him where he’s going.

  “Let’s get you something to eat really quick.” He takes my hand and leads me into the kitchen where he gets out some granola bars, a protein shake, and a bottle of water. “I don’t really have anything else here, but I’ll bring some lunch.”

  “This is fine,” I tell him, not wanting to mention that this is better than what I usually eat for breakfast.

  “All right, back this way,” he tells me, carrying the food and drinks. I’m a little confused when he leads me back to the bedroom and dumps everything on the bed. He goes to the nightstand and pulls out the handcuffs from yesterday.

  “You don’t have to do that. I told you I’ll cooperate.”

  “And I told you that I don’t trust you yet. So either you can get on the bed so I can cuff you, or I’ll lock you in the trunk of my car while I’m at my meeting.”

  I basically jump onto the bed at the mere thought of being locked in a small and dark space. Alaric gives me a curious look, raising his eyebrow in question like he is trying to solve a puzzle. Thankfully, he doesn't comment because I’m not about to explain that part of myself.

  “I won’t be long,” he promises as he cuffs my wrist to the iron bar on his headboard. As soon as he’s done, he turns away from me and leaves the room without another glance back. It’s almost like he can’t get away quick enough.

  The question is, is he hurrying away because he has to or because he wants to?

  7

  Alaric

  It didn’t take me long to figure out why Monroe asks for nine hundred dollars specifically. After I checked out the senior home I watched her visit the other day, a simple look at their website told me that this is the cost for someone to stay there. So she lied to me about her family. She must have someone in there she loves, someone she is willing to spend her entire paycheck for.

  I can’t even imagine loving someone so much. To stay in that shitty place she lives in, work at Purgatory, and whatever else shit she’s doing. The way she begged for money the first night we met is put in a whole new light now because she didn’t beg for herself. She begs for someone she cares for.

  She is selfless, innocent, and so fucking sweet. She couldn’t be any more of my opposite. Maybe that’s why I’m so drawn to her—opposites attract and all.

  After a quick morning meeting with my boss, I drive back to my house in a hurry, knowing she’s tied to my bed. If she hadn’t already made me come earlier today to take the edge off, I would probably be jerking off in the car right now. Fuck, this woman is driving me insane.

  I pull into my garage and kill the engine. The garage door hasn’t even come down all the way before I grab the bag of takeout from the passenger seat and head inside the house. I set the bag of food on the kitchen table and speed walk to the bedroom.

  I open the door and find her on the bed just as I left her. She’s awake, glaring at me with the cutest pout on her face.

  “Miss me?” I ask with a grin. She basically scoffs at me, making me smile even wider.

  “The only thing I miss is not being tied up.”

  “I’ll undo your cuffs soon but not just yet. First, I’m going to return the favor,” I tell her as I slip out of my shoes and climb on to the bed.

  She jerks away from me, crawling up the bed as much as she can with her hands tied to the headboard. “What are you doing?”

  “I told you. I’m returning the favor.” Grabbing her ankle, I pull her toward me so she’s flat on her back again. A shocked yelp falls from her lips, and I grasp her other ankle before she can even think about kicking me.

  “You don’t have to do this.” She tries to wiggle out of my hold, but I still manage to tug my sweatpants off her legs.

  “I know.” Grabbing her knees, I spread her open for me and move between her thighs. “But I really want to.”

  She starts to say something else, probably arguing with me about not doing this, but her words are cut off when I lower my head and bury my face in her pussy.

  I run my tongue right through her slit, and we both moan in unison. Digging my fingers into her thighs to keep her legs spread, I devour her like a starving man.

  I lick, suck, and nibble on her clit until she wiggles beneath me, lifting her hips to get closer to my face. I peek over her flat stomach and between her breasts to see her expression.

  Her eyes are closed, and her lips are parted. Her chest heaves, and her hands are wrapped around the headboard rails as if she needs something to hold on to.

  Running my tongue down her slit, I dip it into her cunt, drawing another moan from her lips. She is so fucking tight that even my tongue won’t go in far.

  Her thighs quiver around my shoulders, and I know she’s going to come soon. I go back to the small bundle of nerves and give it my full attention, circling my tongue around it before sucking hard.

  Her back arches off the bed as she falls apart. Her body tightens, and she tries to close her thighs as her release coats my tongue. I keep her spread open so I can lick her pussy clean. I want every drop.

  After her moment, her body goes slack, but she continues to breathe heavily as if she just ran a marathon. I sit up so I can take in her sated body. Her pussy is glistening with wetness, and her clit is red and swollen. I can’t wait to finally fuck her. Soon…

  Her face is flushed, and her eyes are still closed as she’s trying to catch her breath, but they fly open when I start moving off the bed. She watches me with hooded eyes while I take out the key from my pocket and unlock her cuffs.

  Silently, she rubs at her wrists and closes her legs like she’s suddenly feeling shy.

  “Come on, I got us some lunch. I just wanted to eat my dessert first.” I smirk, making her cheeks turn even redder.

  I climb off the bed, adjusting my dick to get a little bit more comfortable. Monroe scurries off the bed too, grabbing her discarded sweatpants and putting them on in a hurry.

  She goes to use the bathroom and wash up before I walk her to the dining room area. She takes a seat, and I enter the attached kitchen to grab two bottles of water and some silverware. My house has an open floor plan so I can watch her from anywhere in the living area.

  “You can unwrap the food and see which one you like the best,” I tell her as I take the seat next to her.

  She peeks into the bag and grabs one of the sandwiches and a small bowl of soup. I hand her the spoon, and she digs in as soon as she pops the
lid open.

  I grab the remaining sandwich out of the bag and unwrap it. We both eat in silence, but I can’t help watching her. Even the way she eats his fucking sexy. The way she wraps her lips around the spoon and the way her tongue darts out to lick the mayo from the corner of her mouth. Everything she does is driving me insane. I need to think about something else before I swipe the food off the table and fuck her senseless.

  “Tell me about yourself. Why are you afraid of small spaces?”

  She puts down the last bite of her sandwich. “I’m pretty sure everyone is afraid to be locked in a small, dark space.”

  “Probably yes, but I feel like it was more for you. You looked like you were about to have a panic attack just from me mentioning being locked in the trunk.”

  “How long am I supposed to stay here?” She obviously tries to change the subject. I let her get away with it for now, but I know there is more to the story, and I will know the answer eventually.

  “How long?” She presses for an answer, so I give her one. The only one I can think of.

  “Indefinitely.”

  8

  Monroe

  Indefinitely? Did he just say indefinitely? He can’t be serious. There is no way he expects me to stay here. My mouth opens to say something, but I can’t think of an answer to that. What the hell do I tell him? A simple no is obviously not going to work with this man. So instead of saying anything, I simply sit there with my mouth hanging open like a fish out of water.

  I’m so lost in my own head—trying to make sense of this situation I’m in—that I almost jerk myself off the chair when a loud ringing fills the room. I clutch my chest as my heart beats furiously against my rib cage in shock.

  “It’s just the doorbell. Calm down, sugar.” Alaric gets up from the chair and pats my shoulder as he passes me.

  Twisting in my chair, I follow Alaric with my eyes and watch him open the door as if he was expecting someone. An older man with gray hair matching his gray coat appears on the other side. A tight smile presses on his lips as Alarice waves him inside.

  “Dr. Houseman, thank you for coming on such short notice.”

  Doctor?

  I scan the man from head to toe. He is as tall as Alaric but is thin with lanky limbs instead. The pair of thick-rimmed glasses sitting on his nose seems slightly too large for his face. Besides his gray coat, he is dressed all in black. When he gets closer and turns slightly, I notice the leather bag he is carrying.

  “Of course.” The doctor gives him a quick nod before his eyes fall onto me. “This is my patient, I presume?” the man asks, pushing his glasses up his nose using his middle finger.

  “Oh, no. No, I’m not sick,” I blurt out.

  “Where do you want me to set up?” Dr. Houseman asks, ignoring me completely.

  “Right here in the living room will be fine. I just need you to take a few blood samples and administer some kind of birth control. No need for a full exam.”

  “Very well.” He nods and walks into the living room area.

  Blood samples? Birth control?

  “I need you to go and sit on the couch. Let the doctor take some blood and choose birth control.”

  “Is that really necessary?” I ask even though I already know the answer. I don’t even know why I’m fighting this other than I don’t like that I’m forced to do it without him so much as telling me beforehand.

  “Yes, this is necessary, and you will do this. Now be a good girl, and don’t make me carry you over there.”

  A tiny part of me wants to tell him no, just to see how far I can push him, but the rest of me is way too nervous to even dare. Pushing myself off the chair, I stand on unsure legs and force them to carry me into the living room. Alaric follows close behind, which both calms and scares me. At least he can catch me if I pass out.

  The doctor flips his bag open, and I can’t help but inspect everything inside. Most of it looks like regular medical stuff—gauze, scissors, tape, alcohol wipes, and Band-Aids—but there are definitely things in there you can’t find in a first-aid kit. A row of pill bottles and vials are lined up on one side, rolled-up tubing and an IV bag on the other.

  “What exactly are we doing? I’m healthy, I promise.”

  The doctor glances over at Alaric as if to ask permission to talk to me at all. When Alaric gives him an approving nod, the doctor turns to me.

  “I’m going to take some blood samples so I can test you for sexually transmitted diseases and other general health concerns.”

  “But I—” The words get stuck in my throat. I’m about to say I’m a virgin, but then I realize if I tell him now, that would change things drastically. The way I see it, two things could happen.

  One, he’s not going to believe me and think I’m a liar. Or two, he is going to ask the doctor to check if I truly am untouched. The thought of my stripping bare in front of these two men to spread my legs and have one probe into my vagina—doctor or not—causes my stomach to churn.

  Then there is the after. If Alaric is certain I’m a virgin, he would not wait another day to have sex with me, and I still don’t know what this kink of his is. All I know is that he won’t take no for an answer if I don’t like what he wants me to do. I might not have much of a choice in the end, but at least I can buy myself some time. So my smartest choice will be to just play along and let him think of me whatever he wants.

  “Please, take a seat,” the doctor nods to the spot in front of him while he lines up a few empty syringes and a needle head on a silver tray he pulled from his bag. “Lean back and relax.”

  I almost scoff at the word relax. As if.

  I take a seat and fold my hands in my lap, waiting for him to put on a pair of latex gloves before I actually lean back into the soft cushion. He wraps a band tightly around my upper arm and turns it so the inside is up. After he thoroughly disinfects the skin where my arm bends, he uses his index finger to find a vein.

  This isn’t the first time I’ve had my blood taken, so I’m positively relieved when he finds a vein on the first try without having to dig the needle around. Quickly, three vials are filled with blood, and the needle is pulled from my arm. The doctor puts pressure on the tiny wound before simply putting a Band-Aid on it.

  “I’ll take this to the lab right away. Now let’s talk about your birth control. Are you currently on anything?”

  I simply shake my head.

  “Have you ever taken anything in the past?” When I shake my head once more, he continues. “I recommend the Depo shot. It’s very effective, and you don’t have to worry about taking it every day.”

  Again, he turns to Alaric and asks him instead of me. “I have one with me today. I can give it to her now.”

  “Yes, go ahead,” Alaric confirms without consulting me.

  I feel like such a pushover for not even fighting him on this, but the truth is, I want this birth control as well. I’m way too young and broke to have a kid right now. The possibility of Alaric being the father seems like a terrible plan.

  “This one will only be a small prick.” He opens up another pack of disinfectant wipes and rubs the small pad against my upper arm, leaving a cold and tingling spot behind.

  “When does she need her next shot?” Alaric asks.

  “Every three months. I can send you a reminder message when it gets close to that time,” the doctor tells him, and I almost laugh at the oddity of it all. He acts like he is running a normal practice when, in reality, nothing about this is normal.

  He gives me the shot and starts gathering his things immediately after. I stay sitting on the couch, rubbing circles over the sore spot on my upper arm. At least there won’t be any babies soon. Now I only have to convince Alaric to let me go.

  “I’ll call you as soon as I have the test results,” the doctor tells Alaric as he sees him outside.

  Once the door is closed and we are alone once more, Alaric comes to sit next to me. The couch dips under his weight, his muscle-clad frame leaning b
ack casually.

  “Tell me about yourself. How come you work at a place like Purgatory?” His question catches me off guard. Not because it’s not a valid question, but the way he is asking me makes it seem like he actually cares to know.

  “Um, Lucian pays well,” I answer. It’s not a lie either. Lucian pays an excellent salary, plus the tips are great, especially on the weekend.

  “If the pay is so great, then why do you live in such a dump, and how did you accumulate so much debt?” he asks, an accusing note in the sound of his voice.

  Shit. How am I going to get out of this without telling him about my grandma? He can’t know about her. No one can know how much she means to me. I have to keep her safe.

  “I grew up with a single mom,” I whisper, staying as close to the truth as I can. “She was not great at managing finances or life in general. I had to figure out a lot on my own without guidance on top of her leaving me with a lot of baggage.”

  “No other family you’re close with?” He raises an eyebrow, almost like he is daring me to lie.

  Does he know about Grams? A sliver of fear crawls up my spine while I force the lie past my lips, “No, no one I’m close to.”

  He nods slightly, like he believes me, but the twinkle in his eyes makes me think the opposite. Either way, he doesn't press further.

  “What about you?” I act casually. “Do you have a family you are close to?”

  “No, not family by blood anyway.” He points at the ribbon around his wrist. “The Lombardis are my family now. Took me in when I was sixteen, taught me everything I know. They are the only family I’ve known… at least until now.”

  Until now? I ignore his odd comment, having more pressing matters on my mind.

  “But you kill people for them?” I don’t know why I have to bring that fact up. I should have kept my mouth shut, especially considering what Alaric tells me next.