Page 5 of The Masks She Wore

?“Good,” I replied and shoved her head against the wall. My hand gripped her hip as my eyes fell to where my cock slid in and out of her puckered ass. Fuck, I loved that. I loved watching anythingswallow it up to my goddamn balls.

?A condom had been necessary this time around though, and I had to admit, she wasn’t the ugliest woman I had ever fucked, but by how relaxed her asshole was, I knew she was lying about what her ex-husband had done to her.

?I fucking hated liars.

?I pounded into her with every ounce of rage and frustration I had been feeling these last few weeks until my release came. I pulled out and immediately slid the condom off, tossing it to the ground.

?Fucking meant nothing to me. I got off, that was the end of it. No emotional connection, just sex. I didn’t need anything more, especially not in this line of work. “If he wants to kill me, tell him to meet me in the alley,” I told her, tucking myself away.

?Did I have to fuck her? No, but she had given me eyes on the dance floor, and he wasn’t around. So, I figured I could get my rocks off and piss him off enough to get him here at the same time. Anything to keep me aroundhertonight.

?Rae Bennett.

?Beautiful beyond belief. She drank far too much coffee and stayed in her apartment longer than any person I had ever met. This weekend I would take a deeper dive into her life, into why her mother was murdered, so I could understand the reason behind her hit before I put a bullet between her eyes.

?We never questioned the targets Malachi gave us. Whoever theywere, they had betrayed us in some way, earning them a death sentence, so it was easy. Go out, kill them, come back, get another assignment.

?But she was different, and I wanted to know why. I wanted to know everything. Not to mention that the longer I spent here, the longer I would be away from Seattle. I hated the rain, but I also wanted to scratch that itch that had only grown since I arrived in this godforsaken city.

?Tonight was the first time she had left her apartment for something other than coffee or shopping since the day I had found her. She decided to come toVarious, a well-known club near the beach in L.A. It was her 26thbirthday, and she had invited a friend over who lives a few cities over. Viv.

?Viv only visited once every month or so, so it was a special occasion for her all around.

?Luckily for me, the target of my current assignment happened to have an ex who loved to fuck the men at this specific club.

?Why?

?I had no idea, I guess everyone had their thing.

?“Wait,” the woman called, pushing herself away from the wall. “Number?”

?But I had already turned around, my eyes locking with my other current target. The one who was taking up far too much space in my head.

?She was leaning back against the wall not feet away, her pupils blown wide, her head tilted back, her siren-shaped amber eyes lined in black watching me carefully.

?I’d say those pupils were blown from lust, but I was certain she had taken some drugs before coming here tonight. It made me angry howunawareshe was about the danger she was in. No sixth sense, no anything. It was pathetic.

?I zipped up my pants and buckled my belt, watching her unflinchingly, wondering what she thought about the mask I was wearing. It was October, so there was no fear of her questioning why I was wearing a mask in a club. It was custom this time of year. The fanatics of LA loved wearing their costumes whenever they got the chance, and during the month of October, all clubs allowed costumes of any shape and size, so long as their cocks and tits were covered, most didn’t care.

?I was no Halloween fanatic, but I did like my mask. I wondered if she was this confident when she wasn’t high on drugs. Looking into my eyes like this, nobody could do that. People looked too long, and they saw something dark and unforgiving inside of me. Something I lost a long time ago, it made them uncomfortable, but Rae? “I don’t have a number,” I told the woman.

?It had to be the drugs.

?Those eyes were fuck-me eyes. Bedroom eyes. The eyes of a seductress. Those eyes were in desperate need of tears.

?It wasn’t against any rules, us fucking our targets, we just had to understand that no matter what, we needed to kill them in the end. That had always been fine with me. Always. I had fucked and killed a number of people in my lifetime, it was the only opportunity I had in this line of work, and it worked for me.

?But something told me that I’d be in deep shit if I fucked her. No matter how hard my cock throbbed when I watched her, I couldn’t fall victim to those eyes. Death was coming for her soon enough and I’d find someone else to fuck in the meantime.

?She lifted a bright pink sucker to her dark red lips, her eyes unwavering.

?My own narrowed, hardening as I tracked her tongue, the way her pouty lips wrapped around it slowly.

?The mask I was wearing was a full face. A war-torn skull with the eyes shattered out. I painted black around my eyes to aide in the cover, despite the looks I got from Azrael whenever he deigned to show his precious face. Most were scared when they saw me, but not her. She liked the show, or perhaps she was just high as fucking shit, and she had no idea what the fuck she was doing.

?She lowered the sucker and slid her tongue over her lips, blinking slowly.

?Or maybe she knew exactly what she was doing.

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