The Hit Man (11 page)

Miller

I waited to wake up Laura until after I got rid of Roderick and Julia.

“Wake up girl, I’m horny.”

“Did you kill him?”

“I can’t tell you that, silly girl.”

“I’m tired of being the scared girl. Tell me, did you kill him?”

I leaned up on one elbow and eyed her. “Telling you that is going to take things to a whole different level. Are you willing to be an accessory to a crime that could put you in the penitentiary for the rest of your days? Do you really want to go there?”

The look in her eyes was one of determination and not fear.

“Yes, I want to know. And not only that, I want to work with you.”

“Yes, I killed him.”

“Train me and take me on as your partner. I’m tired of being holed up in this condo because of my fear.”

“Do you think you can handle it?”

“Yes, I do. It’s time for me to make a change.”

“Alright girl, it’s settled. Tomorrow we start the transformation from wallflower to kick-ass hit woman. But right now I’ve got one thing on the brain and that’s sinking deep into that hot little pussy of yours.”

I unbuttoned my shirt she was wearing and lapped my tongue over one of her pert little nipples. My teeth grazed over it biting down just enough to cause her to moan. My hand slid between her legs and in no time she was grinding into it and I reveled in the fact that she was already soaking wet.

“Yeah, you being my partner in crime turns me on too. I’m looking forward to training you. I like the thought of standing behind you and grinding my cock into you while you shoot at a target on a gun range. The thing that excites me the most is elevating your threshold for pain. Strapping your hot little ass up and wearing you down with the strap of my belt while you beg for mercy—or beg for more—excites me. Get those fucking legs back and hold them back, don’t you dare let go of them either.”

I slid down between her legs and ran my tongue painfully slow up and down her soaked opening. Two of my fingers plunged into her as I began pulling them back in my direction—stroking over her g-spot. That wonderful spot she’d believed to be non-existent before I became a part of her world. Her screams insisting that I stop before she pissed all over the bed were ignored. I knew the difference between squirting and pissing and I was getting ready to teach her. She screamed out one last time before I took her over the edge and she dissolved into a helpless, wet puddle of orgasm.

She groaned as I placed one of her legs over my shoulder, opening her up so that I had full access to fucking her like I owned her. I could feel myself bottoming out as her muscles clenched around me and milked every ounce of strength from my body. I crashed down beside her on the bed, giving in to the aftershock of the orgasm we’d just experienced. I couldn’t ever remember a time that my body had been sapped of all that I had. Sex with her was so much more than an orgasm, it was an all consuming uniting of not only body, but mind, will, emotion, and soul. She was my soul mate and where I would normally never allow any woman that I was sleeping with to partner with me, she was different.

She was my friend, my lover, my confidant, and my soon to be trained partner in crime. She was going to see a side of me that she had never seen before. I was going to put her through a boot camp of sorts and only time would tell if she could handle the cold, sadistic, military boot camp, Drill Sergeant, hoorah, son of a bitch, she was getting ready to encounter. For some odd reason I felt like this little wallflower might just end up shocking me. There might just be a badass underneath all of that innocence. I was definitely curious to find out and if she thought I was going to take it easy on her. She would be sorely mistaken—if anything, I was going to put her through the wringer. If she was going run with the big boys, then she had better be able to stand the pressure of looking someone in the eye and killing them with no hesitation. If there was a warrior in there, then I would bring it out of her.

Coming soon Part 2 of The Contract Series…

I sat on the other side of Bill Covington’s huge antique desk with my head hung, while he sat expressionless staring at me with his fingers interlocked behind his neck.

He finally spoke and when he did, my blood pressure skyrocketed.

“It has been my experience that women who act in a juvenile manner such as you, need to be treated as such.”

“Excuse me?” I cautiously asked, looking up through my eyelashes.

“You heard me, if you are going to conduct yourself as a child, then you should be punished as one.”

“And just how do you plan on doing that?” I asked calmly through clenched teeth.

Without missing a beat he stated, “Go stand in the corner.”

“Like hell I will!” I screeched.

He leaned in and chuckled, “Well I could take my belt off and turn you over my knee, but we don’t know each other that well. Yet… I’m waiting.”

“Well you will be waiting until hell freezes over!” By now I was not only meeting his gaze—I was flat out challenging it.

Who the hell did this little twerp think that he was anyway?

He innocently eyed me. “I know what you are thinking. You are thinking that you don’t need this job and that you can make it on your own.”

I was shaking my head in agreement. If he thought I was going to go stand in the corner he had lost his mind.

“You’re right, you may be able to get by without this account. But by the time that I get done with you, you won’t be able to get a job anywhere in this town.”

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