Hitman (Black Heart Romance presents Heaven & Hell)

by C. Hallman

  Her cheeks are flushed, and for the first time today, I see a smile tugging on her lips. She raises her hand and points at her slender neck. I immediately lean down, pressing my cheek to hers as I kiss along her collarbone all the way up to the spot behind her ear. She giggles, and the sound vibrates through me in a way I never felt before.

  Her small hands press against my shoulder, and I push myself back up to see where she will point next. Her index finger touches her lips, and a mischievous glint sparkles in her eyes.

  “He touched your lips?”

  “No.” She shakes her head. “I just want you to kiss me.”

  My lips are on hers in the next instant. I don’t remember the last time I kissed someone like this, maybe not ever. Our lips mold together like they were made for each other, like there is no other place for them to be than pressed together in a passionate kiss.

  Happiness is not something I’m used to feeling. The warmth spreading through my body is foreign, but nevertheless, I welcome it. I hold on to it, and I’m never going to let it slip through my hands again.

  23

  Monroe

  Days pass by in a blur after the wedding… wedding. I still can’t believe I’m actually married. Even though I want to forget most of that day, I have to admit that everything that followed hasn’t been bad.

  There has been a shift in Alaric. He wasn’t lying when he said being married means something to him. He wants me to be his equal at least in some ways. He’s been giving me more freedom every day. I can decide what to eat, wear, and even where to go. As long as he is with me, he will take me anywhere I want to, which is why I’m surprised when he tells me we can’t visit Gram’s today.

  “Why can’t we go?”

  “I have something else planned for us today.” Alaric winks, handing me the creamer.

  “One of your…?” I don’t even know what the hell to call it. Kinky sex sessions?

  “No.” He shakes his head, knowing exactly what I’m talking about. “Not sex, though I wouldn’t mind sinking my cock into that tight pussy before breakfast.”

  “Can I drink this first?” I pour a generous amount of creamer into my coffee and stir it with a spoon. When he nods, I continue. “So what do you have planned?”

  “It’s a surprise, but I promise you’re going to like it, love it actually.” I’m about to grill him for more details when a knock on the door has us both perking up.

  Alaric walks to the door, peeking through the side window before opening it. “Savio,” he greets, opening the door wider. Savio walks into the space, and immediately, my stomach is in knots.

  Just when I felt a resemblance of normalcy, I’m reminded that my life is anything but normal now. My husband is a hitman who works for the mob. This is my life now.

  “What brings you here?” Alaric asks, motioning to the kitchen table. Savio takes a seat but doesn't take off his jacket. Good, he doesn't plan on staying long.

  “I’m here to deliver the list. I wanted to bring it to you personally.” The list? Savio pulls a piece of paper from the inside of his jacket and hands it to Alaric, who took the seat beside him.

  “Of course,” Alaric takes the piece of paper without looking at it. I remain standing at the kitchen counter, holding my cup of coffee with both hands. “I will get that done quickly. I know how important this is… for all of us.”

  “Do you need me to look after her while you’re busy?” Savio asks.

  I tighten my grip on the mug. The thought of Savio taking me anywhere alone has me on edge. He never hurt me or has been cruel like his brother, but I don’t think he is a particularly kind man either.

  Alaric lifts his gaze to where I stand as though he is assessing the situation, wondering if I would make a run for it while he is gone. He hasn’t let me out of his sight, and I didn't even have time to think about trying to get away. Now that it is on my mind, I don’t think I even want to get away anymore.

  I’m well aware that our relationship is not normal. Most people would call it toxic, but the crazy thing is that I've been happier for the past few days than I have been in a very long time. Alaric has been caring for me like I’m his treasure. He tends to every single one of my needs, no matter how small. He gives me his full attention every day and holds me to his body every night.

  “I think she’ll be all right,” he finally answers.

  “Good, I’ll head out then. Let me know if you need anything else.” Savio pushes up from where he is sitting and heads to the door.

  “Wait,” I blurt out, making him stop mid step. “I just wanted to ask you something… um, about your maid… Ciara.”

  “What about her?” he questions, his tone almost defensive.

  “I just wanted to make sure she is okay. She helped me get ready the day of the wedding, and she was so nice to me.” I don’t mention the odd things she said or that I’m actually worried about her.

  “She is doing fine…” He trails off as though he’s thinking about something. “I can bring her by sometime. Maybe for dinner?”

  “Really? I mean, yes, please!” I agree eagerly. I haven't had a friend since eighth grade, which is when I started working two jobs to make sure Grams had the money for her medicine.

  A grin ghosts over Savio’s lips before he turns away from me and opens the door. He leaves, and Alaric locks up after him.

  “Get ready, so we can leave. I want to spend the morning with you since I’ll be busy the rest of the day,” Alaric announces.

  I finish the coffee in my hand. Once the mug is empty, I rush into the bedroom to get ready. Alaric is dressed and ready to go ten minutes before I am, but he simply sits on the edge of the bed and patiently waits for me.

  “Ready,” I call out after I manage to wrangle my hair into a messy bun at the top of my head.

  “Great.” Alaric smiles, getting up from the bed, and runs his palms down his button-up shirt. The gesture is simple, but something about it is off. It’s as if he… is nervous or something. I haven't known him terribly long, but we have been through quite a lot together, and not once have I seen him nervous. That fact is more than unsettling.

  “Are you okay?” I ask, a sliver of fear running up my spine.

  “Yes, I promise. You have nothing to worry about.”

  I really hope so.

  We leave the house and get into his car. Even with him assuring me multiple times, I can't help but feel uneasy. We drive for about ten minutes, and I spend every second of it searching our surroundings for a clue where we could be going. I still come up empty.

  Alaric suddenly turns onto a small road, which leads to a gate of some sort. “I don’t think you can drive through here,” I tell him when I realize it’s one of those upscale gated communities. There is a golf course on the right, and I can see a fancy-looking white building, which I’m assuming is their country club sitting on top of the hill.

  “I think we’ll be fine,” Alaric quips, and I can hear the smile in his voice.

  We pull up to the gate, where a man in a dark green uniform smiles widely and waves us through without asking a single question. The large iron gate opens automatically as we drive through.

  Okay, that’s weird.

  I stay quiet while Alaric drives us through the neighborhood. The houses are large, with huge yards surrounding them. Many have pools and small playgrounds behind the houses, and I can’t help imagining what it would be like living in a place like this. It’s every person’s dream, isn’t it? White picket fence, a husband, two kids, and a dog.

  I’m so lost in my own head that I don’t even notice when Alaric pulls into a driveway until we are stopped, and he cuts the engine. Confused, I look around. “Where are we? Who lives here?”

  “We do,” Alaric explains casually. “I bought it for us.”

  My mouth falls open in shock. I blink slowly, then gawk at him for what feels like ten minutes, waiting for him to tell me the truth. But all he does is stare back at me with a facial expression I can�
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  “You mean it?” I ask when I finally find my voice again.

  “Yes, I bought it for us. I saw it and thought it would be perfect since there is a large guest house in the back that would be perfect for your grams and a live-in caretaker.”

  I hear his words, but it feels like each one has to trickle into my brain for me to really understand what he is saying.

  “I want you to be happy. I don’t want you to try to get away from me, even if I want to do fucked-up things to your body. I want to give you everything you want because I want you to give me everything I want in return.”

  “Okay,” I say without having to think about it.

  “Okay?” He looks at me like he is not buying it.

  “I know we met in the most unconventional way, and yes, you do fucked-up things to me, but you also take care of me, you protect me, and… I love you for that.”

  “I love you too,” he tells me right away, like that huge fact is not new to him like it is to me.

  Unbuckling myself, I climb across the center onto his lap. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pull him into a searing kiss that has my core tighten. He snakes his arms around my torso and pulls me against his body. I moan into his mouth when I feel his cock hardening between us.

  “I’m going to fuck you in every single room of this house by the end of the month,” Alaric promises.

  “I can’t wait,” I answer breathlessly.

  “Careful what you wish for, little girl.” Alaric smirks, his pupils dilating. “I’ve been holding back, Monroe, but I still have urges…”

  “I know, and I want you to do it to me… whatever you want. I trust you.”

  “Good, because I might have put something in your coffee earlier,” Alaric admits. This time, instead of fear, excitement fills my veins. I don’t know what kind of dark and depraved things he is going to do to me, but I know I’ll be safe.

  I’ll always be safe with him.

  24

  Alaric

  "Open your mouth, sugar."

  Monroe's lips part, her tongue slipping out between them to lick seductively.

  "Stick it out. Show me your tongue."

  She does as she's told, and I grab her tongue with my fingers, placing a little pink pill on her tongue with a smug smile.

  "There you go, sugar."

  She swallows thickly, making my cock swell impossibly hard in my pants. Fuck, she turns me on so much. It makes me crazy, how much I want her. I can't stop thinking about her sweet mouth wrapped around my cock. And that's exactly why I gave her the drug I chose for tonight.

  It'll enhance my experience, too. From what I've heard, the pill will make my cock even more sensitive, swelling harder and harder until I spill a triple load all over Monroe. I'm a heavy comer anyway, but knowing what this pill will do to me when her lips wrap around my cock makes me even more fucking excited.

  "Taste good?"

  She nods, smiling shyly. "Sweet, like cotton candy."

  I kiss her then, a hard, demanding kiss that steals the breath from her lips. I can't get enough, pulling her tightly against me so I can have more of her. She makes me so damn insatiable, and something tells me I'll never have enough of her.

  "Get on your knees," I mutter, pointing at the pillow at my feet. "I want my cock in your mouth, now."

  She's eager to drop to her knees at our new house with a heavy thud.

  "Unzip my pants."

  She makes quick work of pulling my belt out, too, fingers trembling as she slowly pulls my cock out. Her eyes widen at the sight of me, and she licks her lips. Monroe's pupils are already dilating from what I gave her, and when she wraps that hungry little mouth around my cock, I see stars in front of my eyes.

  "That's right, sugar." I wrap my hands in her hair and control the way she's sucking me, pulling me deep into her throat. "Take all of it and take it really fucking deep."

  She chokes on me, but I don't offer her a reprieve. Instead, I fuck her mouth harder and faster, and when I pull her back by the mane of her hair, saliva dribbles down her chin, and she grins at me widely, already high on the little pink pill.

  "Do you love it?" I ask her, and she's eager to nod.

  "I love it. I can't live without it. Give me more, Alaric. Give me all of it."

  I bury my cock in her throat again, this time to the hilt. I watch her struggle while I grow harder and harder inside her. Then I place my hand on her throat, gently massaging her muscles and forcing myself even deeper, even harder. She lets out a gargled cry, but I ignore it. I know she loves this as much as I do. Her eyes convey just how much she wants me to hurt her.

  "Swallow it down," I grunt, and she does, her throat working rhythmically to allow me to go deeper than any man has been before. I touch her throat, feeling my cock inside her through her skin. It makes me fucking throb to see her like this, debased and vulnerable only for me.

  When I pull back this time, ropes of saliva dribble down her chin again, this time making a mess of her exposed tits. I smear the clear liquid all over her, getting my hand wet before playfully slapping her. She giggles, and as I walk away from her, she crawls after me.

  "Haven't you had enough, sugar?" I ask darkly. "You're just asking for trouble now."

  Vehemently, Monroe shakes her head, saying, "No, I need more. I need you to keep fucking me."

  I light a cigar and settle in an upholstered leather armchair while she comes to rest between my legs, desperately trying to put my cock back in her mouth.

  "Are you feeling the pill taking effect?"

  "Y-Yes," she admits.

  "Tell me what it's doing to you. Tell me exactly what's happening to your body right now."

  "I..." She flushes, those remnants of her shyness still preventing her from speaking. But as I start massaging my thick girth before her eyes, her gaze fills with hunger, and she quickly gets over her timidness. "I feel so horny. I want to rub my pussy on something. All I want is to suck your cock, put it inside my mouth, feel it stretching all my holes out. I want to make you come, Alaric. I want to know I'm the only woman who makes you this hard..."

  "Oh, you bet your tight little ass you are." I take a puff of the cigar and toy with her, plunging my cock in her mouth and pulling out in the next second. "You love this, don't you? You never want me to stop."

  "Never," she breathes as my cock leaves her mouth with a pop. "Give me more, Alaric! I need more."

  "No," I reply firmly. "Why don't you get to work and show me what a useful little toy you can be? I want to sit back and enjoy my cigar. But you are free to do as you please with my cock."

  I'm already feeling the tingling sensation of the pill taking effect on my body. It only gets more intense as Monroe puts my instructions to good use. She's sucking, licking, and giving her all to my cock, worshiping it like it's a fucking deity.

  "That's right," I mutter lazily, puffing on my cigar. "Be a good girl and prove your worth to me, sugar."

  She groans and keeps sucking, and I slowly work on my cigar until I'm certain my first orgasm is coming. Then I set the remains of my smoke aside and grab Monroe by the throat. She whimpers and moans as our eyes connect.

  "I'm going to come a lot today," I tell her darkly. "In you. On you. All over you. You understand?"

  She nods, rendered speechless. Her eyes are hungry, and she's already glancing at my cock, thirsty for my fucking load. "Yes, I understand. I'll be good for you, I promise."

  "Okay, good." I smirk. "Then beg for it like the good girl you are."

  "I—" She stumbles over her words, flushing, but then another after-effect of the drug must wash over her. Her face changes in an instant, and now she's hungry for more, no longer worried about embarrassing herself. "Please. You have to fuck me."

  "Where do you want it, sugar?"

  She gets up and bends down, parting her ass for me. The pure desperation of her behavior makes my cock impossibly hard.

  "Right here," she begs. "In my ass, please..."

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nbsp; I groan, wetting my fingers with my spit before carefully placing my thumb on her hole. She shivers as I slowly start working it in, stretching her hole and getting it ready for my cock.

  "Is that what you want? You want your tight ass fucked, Monroe?"

  "Y-Yes."

  "Say it."

  "I want my tight... little ass fucked... please!" Her words dissolve into moans as I get up, brushing the engorged head of my cock against her trembling ass. "Put it in, Alaric. I can't wait anymore."

  "But I love seeing you suffer like this." I trace my fingertips across the globes of her ass, making her stick it out for more. "You're so pretty when you let go, sugar. Show me just how desperate you can be."

  She doesn't give me what I want. Instead, she takes my cock from behind and forces it inside her, wetting it in her pussy first before shoving it in her ass. I grunt her name, unable to hold back. I should punish her for this, but I want her too much, and my hips start thrusting into her before I can stop myself.

  "Like that?" I gather her long hair in my fist and make her look back at me. Her eyes are swimming with desire when they meet mine. "Do you like being fucked in there?"

  "Yes," she replies, delirious. I feel my first load thickening inside me, ready to paint her from the inside. "Oh my god, yes."

  "Get ready for your first present." I tighten my fist around her hair and make her look at me as I unload inside her with a mighty grunt. "Fuck, sugar, you're so fucking tight."

  Cum dribbles out of her, forcing my cock out with the amount of it. My still hard dick throbs, covered in my juices, and I watch her sink back to her knees. I don't even tell her to fucking suck it. She's on it before I can fully recover from my orgasm.

  "Dirty girl," I mutter. "Straight from your ass into your mouth, sugar. Is that how you like it?"