Page 14 of The Torturer's Target

Rex grinned. “Alright boys, wrap things up here. I gotta go see my lady.”

“You only smile like that for one woman. The caller was The Torturer, right, boss?” one of his men asked.

“You got that right, Dorn. I’m outta here.”

Dorn pursed his lips and shook his head. “You might be a killer, boss, but you hold no candle to that woman. I don’t know how you can sleep with a woman like that. She might be beautiful, but when I think about who the devil would be, it’s always her image that comes to mind.” He shivered. “That woman is all iron. All ice. I’m surprised your dick hasn’t frozen over.”

Rex snorted and strode past his second-in-command, saying nothing. He couldn’t tell them the truth about his arrangement with The Torturer because it would only hurt his pride. Dorn was right about one thing, though.

Tesiera Anderson, The Torturer, was made of iron. And no one—man or woman—could ever penetrate her defenses enough to reach her.

He would know. He had been trying for three years. And failing miserably.

Tesiera Anderson earned more than enough money from her job to afford the indulgences of life. She had a penthouse apartment, fully furnished and luxurious. But she barely stayed in it; she was nearly always on a mission. Some of her jobs would have her travel across the world and require her to stay at various locations for weeks simply observing before she would strike.

Her handler always had one job or another for her, but Tesiera was a picky contractor. She chose her missions according to the most dangerous because she loved challenges. She didn’t give a shit about the law, or what was right and wrong. Tesiera did what she wanted, however she wanted.

Tonight was one of those few nights she slept at her home. And after a hard day’s work, she felt tense and needed to unwind.

Which was why Rex was lying on the couch and she was straddling his face.

“God, you’re so sexy,” Rex mumbled against her pussy, skillfully running his tongue around the folds of skin, sucking and teasing her clit, down to the entrance of her core.

“Don’t go further than that,” she commanded.

Rex immediately obeyed, curbing his wandering tongue. Though it had been worth a try. In all the times she'd used him for her pleasure, he had learned one crucial fact: The Torturer detected any kind of penetration.

She thrust forward, holding his head still where she wanted him and began riding his face the way she wanted to. He licked, raved and sucked her expertly until her movements lost uniformity and her breathing changed before she tipped over the edge.

A deep breath left her lips as she straightened and pulled away from him. He straightened too, her juices dripping from his mouth, and smiled in satisfaction. “Ah, that felt too good.”

Rex was currently Tesiera’s favorite among her array of playthings, comprising of different men and women. Like most of them, Rex was a killer she’d met through the job. For him, it was three years ago. She called for him more often than the others.

“You taste so good,” Rex said, licking his lips. He was over his bruised ego that he could never get her to really moan or cry out or scream during their oral play. She wasn’t a noisy woman; the most he’d heard from her was a grunt and a hiss as she came. Mostly, he knew she was enjoying it by the change in her breathing. That was just the kind of woman Tesiera was, and he’d made peace with it.

She arranged her clothes methodically, her face hard like granite. You’d never know she’d just rode someone’s face like it was her playground. “Leave.”

Hell, not this again. He needed to get off. “Um, I was hoping you’ll let me take you to bed…”

“Leave.” Tesiera eyed him, his refusal to obey her command irking her, especially since he made her repeat it.

“Please, Siera. I want to fuck you, please,” he practically begged her, and he was ready to do anything—literally anything—to make that happen. The thought of fucking her had kept him awake at night more times than he cared to admit.

“I don’t bend over for any man. Ever. I do the fucking, never the other way around. So, unless you’re ready to bend over this couch for me, you’d better leave my sight,” she said, looking him dead in the eyes.

“You know I’m not into that,” Rex whined and pouted.

“Don’t make me repeat myself again.”

“Okay, what about a blow job? I’ll take that instead. I want a blow, please,” he was quick to add. The anticipation was beating at him. Tesiera was as skilled with her mouth as she was with her weapons.

No one would look at him now and believe him to be the lethal assassin he was. He would keep whining until she gave in. Tesiera couldn’t just kill the guy—he was among the few people she actually liked. “Take off your pants,” she ordered.

Rex had never taken his pants off so fast in his life. He stood naked; his dick coated in precum.

“Get into that room.” She pointed behind her. “Get on the bed and spread your legs for me.”

His smile dimmed. Spread his legs? What the heck? Rex would have protested if he wasn’t so aroused, so he did as she commanded and headed for the bedroom.

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