Page 2 of Dark Torment

Here’s the catch.

I need to feel the life drain from their body, so I only take on the jobs that want bloody and dark revenge. Where they want the victims to suffer at the hands of some deranged killer, or to make it look like a robbery gone terribly wrong.

If you want clean and dry, go elsewhere.

If you want fucked up and twisted, I’m your guy. The only thing I won’t do is defile women and children, and I will never kill a child.

My mother would come back from the grave to murder me so fucking fast if I even thought about it. As a daughter to an Irish mobster, she’d be willing to look past murder, but raping women before killing them? Or harming kids? Never.

If a job comes across my path that involves women or children, I just push it on to someone else. I don’t take chances like I did with my first kill, and I don’t allow the guilt to eat me alive because I’m still letting the contracts happen. If someone wants them dead bad enough, it will happen no matter what. But I don’t have to help that along.

If I were going to kill a woman, it would need to be clear they deserve it, and I can’t do the proper research to guarantee that they deserve to die without possibly getting caught.

I’ve stuck by those rules for years, and it’s done me well. Until I came across this newest job.

Target: Olivia Breton

Age: Twenty-one

Sex: Female

Job: Dog Groomer

Reason for job: Has something I need and can only receive in death.

Type of job: As dark and traumatizing as possible. Make it look like a psychopath let loose on an innocent victim.

Pay: $100,000

Again, normally I would just ignore the contract and leave the job for someone else with fewer morals, but the picture attached to the file has my head spinning.

Before me is the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on. Her large green eyes are filled with innocence and light, like I’ve never seen from anyone else. People like her aren’t supposed to exist.

God, the way her thick hair is falling in her face while she’s reading a book is enough for me to crave pulling her into my lap and gently wrapping my arms around her adorableness. As a man who stays as far from commitment as I can get, that’s a startling revelation.

That’s only the tip of the iceberg, though. She’s voluptuous and curvy, looking like a goddess I want to spend hours worshipping. I love that she’s not skinny, but round in all the right places to take a hard pounding and beg for more.

She’s soft and exquisite, and absolutely perfect beyond human comprehension. I want to see more of her and feel her body and soul surrendering to my touch.

I’m already rock hard, ready to lay claim to this sweet woman without so much as a second glance or doubt in my mind.

Not even having to think about it, I click accept on the job, making sure no one else will ever harm a delectable creature such as little miss Olivia Breton.

I will become her shadow and find the person who wants her dead, so I can eliminate the threat on her life.

Then, I will make her mine.

Job Accepted: Yes.

Timeframe: Ten weeks for maximum planning.

Type of kill: Bloody vengeance.

I send the acceptance, and within an hour, the down payment is in my offshore account.

She’s safe, but as soon as I find the person responsible for this hit, they won’t be.

Gripping my hardness, I start stroking myself to the picture of her fuckable body, thinking about all the things I will do to her. I squeeze myself tight like I’m inside her sweet little hole, picturing her moaning from my every thrust.

“You’re officially claimed, Olivia. Be a good girl for Daddy while you wait.”

I cum all over my hand like nothing I’ve ever felt, and I know she will be the only woman I ever feel again.

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