A Life for a Life (3 page)

His grin was soft, and another kiss met my lips. Our tongues tangled. His fingers pushed deeper inside of me, my mouth broke the kiss by silently gasping. Slower, and more steady his skilled digits found their rhythm inside of me.

The way he rubbed me, going past my nub. It ignited a passion inside of me that I had thought dead for years. Looking into his eyes as we enjoyed one another, it wasn't just a revival of lost emotions, it was something I had never felt before.

Our lips broke, and I gasped as he fucked me with his fingers. "Thrilled that you've agreed. Allow me to give you a preview of the payment I shall be taking." Two of his fingers pushed into me, building that pressure even more.

I moaned softly, fighting my desire to let him know how much I enjoyed this. I knew I was a wall away from a whole crowd of people who would love nothing more than to earn my
husband's loyalty. What better way to do so than revealing a murderous plot against him from the wife he hates?

I kept my breathing steady as I fell onto him. Rising higher, faster, I grabbed on to his shoulders. Fast, hard his pace became. He seized another kiss on me, sucking in my breath as he tickled me down there. Too much, too fast.

The sounds of my ecstasy were contained in our kiss. My body quaked with wonder, its epicenter my clit. I fell to my knees, my body ached delightfully, its lust temporarily sated.

As his lips left mine, he raised my chin with his gentle touch. His other hand, departing my pussy, went to his tongue, as he licked up my juices. "Your taste is as beautiful as you are."

I laughed.

"Alas, my dear, I must leave. If your husband is to perish soon, you being seen with an internationally wanted assassin would certainly raise suspicion."

"You're wanted?" I tried to pull myself up, my legs sore from recent orgasm. He offered his hand, and I accepted.

"I have been double crossed by the very people who have hired me in the past. You? There are no doubts in my mind that you will keep our secret. So I will protect you from accusation as part of our agreement."

A final kiss he gave to me. He pulled away, our fingers being the last thing to touch. He soon vanished into the building. I followed to spot him, but he was invisible in the crowds, vanishing as quickly as he came.

My mind lit up with lust, maybe love for that man. There was something pure about him. Something I wanted in my life, so different from Lester. I spotted Lester continuing his conversation with his associates, no doubt discussing their next atrocity.

I shook my head, a quiet laugh escaping my lips. That I was falling for a hitman. That I thought a professional killer was preferable to the man that was my husband. 

***

Friday used to be something I'd always look forward to. Together, Lester and I would enjoy one another. From a wild night on the town at the finest restaurants and most exclusive clubs, to the simple pleasures of staying in and enjoying a movie. Not to mention the passionate sex that invariably followed any thing we did.

It had turned into a time of dread. I watched as Lester preened himself in front of the mirror, checking his fading hair and making sure he had everything groomed perfectly. He had to make sure he still looked the best he could be. If it was for me, I'd be flattered, but I knew better.

"Heading out, Rena. Boys want to discuss business over some shots. I figure I need the liquor to make looking at you as my wife bearable." He didn't even turn to address me. Nothing but harsh, cruel words were used to interact with me.

Out of the corner of his mirror, I looked at myself. I had endured the pampering gauntlet today. Enduring pampering sounds odd, but when I understood the reasoning, it didn't become something I enjoyed anymore. It was a rigid schedule forced on me by Lester, saying I needed it so much. That if I wanted any loving from him, I had to be perfect. Then I wouldn't get anything anyway.

He had made it so having my feet and hands worshiped, my hair done, and massages something I dreaded. It was really quite the feat.

Today, it wasn't so bad. I had received messages from Guy, and suddenly I wasn't putting my best face forward for a scumbag, but possibly someone who deserved me.

Possibly? I still couldn't believe that I had ordered a hit on my husband, and that I would have a hitman's child as payment. I thought maybe my deeply depressed mind was now giving me incredibly elaborate hallucinations, and Guy didn't even exist.

Lester headed toward the door. "You better be awake and ready for me. If I decide if I even want you." The sneer on his face was strong. He opened the door, and pulled out his phone. Calling his driver, and then probably his mistress. As the door shut behind him, I was hit with the fact that this may in fact the last time I ever saw my husband alive.

It didn't take me long to reach a conclusion: good riddance.

I turned toward one of my novels, and started to read through. I awaited whatever the night would bring me.

***

I spent the night drinking and letting the thoughts of what I may have done stew in my mind. Midnight came and went, this was usually when Lester drunkenly stumbled home, snarled at me, then collapsed on the couch. He expected me to drag his exhausted body to bed. The few times I didn't, he said that I didn't love him enough to take care of him.

Emotionally manipulative asshole.

The silence of his absence was deafening to me. I had wondered what I was thinking would happen. Could it have all been a sham? Perhaps I wasn't hallucinating, but I had never heard of Guy Ortiz before that night. Maybe he was just some sort of con artist crashing the party and looking to get his rocks off by fingering a billionaire's wife. I could see some guy getting off on that, using the rich and powerful's 'property' right under their noses.

Granted, he was an assassin. You don't stay an effective assassin when you have worldwide renown to the level common people know your name.  Internet searches didn't turn up anything either - it was like he didn't even really exist. I stared at the clock as it clicked over to 1 A.M. It was all just a stupid fantasy, something silly to wish for. Vengeance against Lester, and me getting raw, passionate love from an exotic bad boy to make me feel like a woman again.

Maybe that's all it was. Maybe I was as unappealing as Lester said.

What I really was, though, was inpatient.

"Rena, my love." The voice that I hadn't heard in a week made me bolt to my feet.

"Guy! You came," I said, my heart beating with greater rapidity. He was there, standing outside my balcony window. Dressed in cargo pants, gloves, boots, and a skin tight shirt that left little to the imagination - all in black. He was sweaty, catching his breath from what may have been a hellish night.

I rushed to him, and his arms opened, accepting me. "I have finished making the world a more beautiful place."

A deep breath. "This means Lester is - "

"Deceased, yes. He drove himself into the lake outside town. Authorities will find that he was drinking and driving. He fired his driver and took the wheel himself. The driver had deduced he had drank too much when Lester requested to be taken to another bar, and thus,
Lester terminated him - for the gall of trying to protect his employer from alcohol poisoning."

"Wait, did you do anything to the driver?"

"No. The driver is an innocent. The best way to create a good story is to make it real. Lester did drink more than usual. A friendly voice told him that the night was still young, and pushed him to keep going. That his driver was insolent and shouldn't talk to him like that."

"Wait - what friendly voice?"

Guy smiled. "That friendly voice didn't touch a drop of liquor himself. Good acting abilities and a supposed love of gin and coke make feigning drunkenness simplicity."

"So it was all part of your plan. Manipulating him to make everything fall into place as you desire." He held me in his arms, and I petted his firm chest. Everything Lester wasn't. My mind searched for something to mourn about the loss of my husband. Everything that happened after our honeymoon, though, told me the good times we did have were simply a lie. It was easy for me to realize the best parts of my life were still to come. "Do you ever have regrets after your kills?"

"I looked for a reason to not guide him toward death. I found none."

My chin raised toward him. Without even a warning, his lips came down to mine again. I didn't resist the power of his tongue pushing through my lips. With mine, his heart beat hard as we enjoyed the taste of the other. As the embrace broke, we shared a gaze into the other's soul.

"There is something about taking the life of another, Rena. Two things more visceral than anything else about being human. One is the rush, the primal nature that comes with bringing death to another living being."

His hands ran down my shoulders, bringing awakening my flesh. I had switched to the silken nightgown that Lester's wealth had brought me. I was prepared to simply embrace sleep in disappointment. As each strap was brought down my arms, he let it the garment fall to the floor around my feet.

"The other is enjoying the flesh, the raw beauty and sexuality of a woman." My body bare before him, his eyes lit up in appreciation. The kiss came again. Over my ass, over my sides, up to my breasts, his hands wanted to explore every bit of the body he had won through his deeds. His touch was everything Lester's wasn't too: pure, passionate, real. "To make love to her, and bind your souls with nothing between you. To create new life."

The smile he wore was wide. He pulled his shirt up and over his body, and revealed his naked chest to me. I believe my eyes lit up as much as his did when seeing my chest. I traced over his abs with wonder. "Do you - do the deeds personally?"

"Not commonly. A strong body leads to a strong mind, though. I have to always be ready to face any challenge - for my life is always on the line."

I nodded softly, and he wasted little time in placing his lips on to my now naked tits. Suckling them, enjoying them - and me enjoying him as much as he enjoyed me. The tingling, the sparks. I wanted every little bit of him that he could deliver. The moisture he delivered made them perk right up. His worship continued, his hands scooping under the bottoms of my panties as he lifted me up, carried me over and threw me on to my king size bed.

His kisses left my breasts and traveled down my abdomen, his firm hand massaging it. I was reminded that he sought to make it swell with his child. I was so surprised that I had zero objections to this idea.

Lower still, he tickled the fabric outside of my panties. They were of as a fine material as my nightgown, always feeling so nice when pushed up against my most tender of body parts. He hooked his fingers around the panties and started to yank them up my legs. I assisted them in anyway I could. The fire inside of me wanted him so much.

Guy took a deep breath as my body was completely naked before him. "Your beauty at its purest, my love. The fact that the monster denounced you as a disgusting old battle axe was all I needed to note that his humanity was lost."

In a flash, his head dove between my legs. That adept tongue began to slide around my pussy. The juices down there were thick, his licks being so adept. He rose the pleasure and pressure of every tender part of me, almost with tactical and wise precision among it all. I moaned softly. Lester hadn't done something like this since before we were married - and he was nowhere near this good. Guy, though, was driven, passionate.

My hands stroked that wonderfully soft hair, so marvelous in my fingers. With my approval, he drove me up, higher, faster, sweeter. Moans escaped my lips, and my spine arched subtly in delight. I embraced every single thing he did. Every lick of my nub shocked me up to the next level, the rest of me quickly catching up.

His eyes were locked on me, watching how I reacted, and increasing his pace as required. He was going to make me scream for him, and I was more than ready to do so. We were in a penthouse suite, high above the city - no one was going to hear me, no matter what I did. It was building inside me so quickly, that...

When it finally struck, it washed over me like a sudden and sweet tsunami. Sweat poured out of me. Guy kept going, kept licking, wanting to draw out every pleasure that I had to the fullest. Soon, I was left panting, and I watched him rise to his feet.

Slowly I pushed myself up, my body already sore with sweet bliss. I watched as he began to undo his pants, letting them drop down to the ground. Beneath were boxer briefs, a tent pitched, outlining his hard and very ready cock.

My hunger for him was immense, my hand shooting out and stroking that pulsing and strong organ across from me. It shuddered under my touch, and brought a smile to his face. I slid off the bed before him, and gazed up as I caressed his balls. They held the very seed he sought to impregnate me with. There was something special about him that I was agreeing to this with a man who I barely even knew.

I licked the underside of his cock, and brought my tongue up to the head of his penis, and slowly urged it into my mouth, inch by inch. Every bit of him pushed past my lips. I kept him moist with my kisses, and mouth, and kept up a gentle worship of him as I accepted him.