Page 13 of Sweet Touch of Venom

I stop in front of them with a perked brow and half grin on my lips. He cuts his focus up toward me, his eyes grazing up my body, and I almost want to puke. Not after I gouge out his eyeballs.

“Drink, sir?” I stick my hand out, and his eyes glisten with wonder. He shoots up, nearly kicking the girls off him.

“Of course.” His voice is chirpier than I would’ve imagined. He looks at the girls with annoyance. “Leave. Go. Go.” Actually, shooing them off like pigeons wanting to eat his bread. The urge to slam my glass on the edge of the table and jam it into his neck seems like a great, fate for him. They scramble away, giving me side eyes and with scowls on their faces.

I shrug with a smirk. Then, I take a step toward him and sit down on the stiff material of a sofa. I cross my leg, my calf rubbing against his.

“You’re a brave girl, coming here and offering a drink.”

“I knew you would’ve said yes, that’s why.”

“How so?”

“Let’s say, I just had a feeling” I smile brighter brushing against him. My stomach’s muscles clenching along with bile sitting in my throat.

Let’s get this job done, so I can focus on other things.

He takes a sip of his drink, and my eyes fall to it, gleaming internally. My head turns slightly through the crowd to see Eve gliding through the crowd like a snake. Her hands are stuffed in her suit pockets, and her eyes narrow at me as she gives a littlenod. I glance back at Francis, my hand runs up his tux to his neck, my breath brushing his cheek, and I’m positive his cock is getting hard.

Ugh, men, so typical it’s mind-boggling. Hey, at least he’ll die with a hard dick.

“Do you have a quiet place we can go?” My fingers snake around his neck gently.

He adjusts his cuff link, then grabs my hand, and brushes it over his slimy length. He’s pleased with that while a smirk spreads across his grimy face. Maybe I should grab it then twist it enough to rip it away from his body, then dangle it in front of him and see ifhe’simpressed.

The food I ate earlier works its way up. Oh, God, the nausea. Instead, I gasp, pretending I’m awed by his size.Don’t throw up.I swallow it down with a smile to cover it up.

He leans into my ear, his very heavy cologne filling my nostrils, stinging it, practically giving me a headache, and his hot breath reeks of alcohol. “Let’s go, baby girl.”

Oh, I’m no baby.The sinister voice cackling like a hyena in my head. Thisbabyis going to kill you.

“Lead the way.” I unfold my legs as he grips me again, so I can stand. He guides me out of the area and through the wide archway. Leading me to the two spiral staircases, past numerous doors, until he lands at our destination. He turns to me with a crooked smile and hazy eyes. The dose is getting to him. Great.

He pulls me into the room, and I walk through, scanning it. It’s a quaint office, spacious with an outside view. A window that we’ve already mapped out is covered by large brown drapes and a wooden desk. Brown and leather are furnished everywhere, with frames of his achievements hanging on the wall. His office is simple and typical—like him.

Suddenly, he grabs my waist, pressing himself into me, rubbing his hard length on my ass, and I grit my teeth. I can’t bemad. I lead him on. But now I’m going to lead him to his death. I force a chuckle, placing my fingers in his hands, careful to not give in and sink my nails into his skin and tear it off.

“Slow down, horny boy.” I turn to him as I look over his shoulder. I smile again, then pushing him to the chair a few feet from him. He drops on it, his head nearly falling back from the drug.

“You know we ladies need foreplay.” I give a sexy grin, and he looks up at me with a sly smile reaching for me. I swap his hand. “Not yet.”

He’s not an unattractive man. In fact, he’s pretty hot, but what he’s doing is disgusting, and he’s been ordered dead by Popov. I take off his tie, motioning my hips in a swirl, and he groans. “You’re so fucking sexy. I need to see you more after tonight.”

“Thank you, darling.” But there will be no more of you after tonight. I tie him up, wrapping his arms behind his back. Then, I grip his perfectly smooth hair, arching his head to peer up at me. I glide my knife out of my inner thigh. It is laced with a paralyzing toxin. I swing it in front of him like a hypnotizing trinket. “You’ve been such a bad boy lately.”

He eyes the knife, but his eyes twinkle more. “I’m always a bad boy, beautiful. But I can be an even worse one for you.” He shifts in the seat, wanting to touch me.

“Oh yeah?” I slice the knife on his cheek.

He growls, and then twists his head as the sting sets into his face. “What the hell?”

I let out a throaty laugh, pulling his hair tighter as the gelled down strands pop out of their follicles. “Getting rich off selling body parts on the black web is a big no, no,” I grit, and then I snap his neck. Tonight, I don’t want to get bloody. I just did my nails.

He goes limp, toppling over, and I let him go so he can fall straight on his face. I kick him over to see the slice turning purple and blue, the veins streaming up his face like webs. I smile wickedly, then I walk over him.

Eve burst in, looking at the mess. “You know you could’ve killed him before all of this.” She wags her fingers between us.

I roll my eyes at her, placing my knife back in its holster. “I enjoy playing sometimes.” Truthfully, I wanted to enjoy the moment before I leave this for good.

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