When the Dark Wins

“Exactly. Why then are you here?”

“To kill you.”

“Of course. You are brave, and stupid, and it’s amazing you managed to even think of killing me, let alone getting this close to me.” I toed off my shoe, pushed back and brou

ght my leg up, placed my foot before her face. “Suck.”

My toe was definitely not one hundred percent clean, and that was all part of the allure in getting her little tongue and lips to latch on.

The no was blatant in her expression but after a moment of squeezing her eyes shut, she opened them and her mouth then shifted until my big toe was reachable. The warm wetness, as she engulfed it in her mouth, went straight to my cock.

“Keep sucking,” I murmured. “I should fuck you then kill you, by making you kill yourself. You’re trouble. The CIA will look for you, won’t they?”

She nodded, making my toe move, making me grin. What a situation – a CIA agent naked and on my desk doing oral on my toe. Not that novel, perhaps, after all, the mayor’s wife was one of my collectibles.

I was going to have to sort this out quickly, efficiently, with rigorous attention to why the fuck she attracted me more than others. What to do with her? I wanted to keep her but that was problematic.

“My little talisman, that’s you.”

Her eyes fixed on me but the pulsing, the play of her tongue on my dirty toe never stopped.

“Taste good?”

Her mouth screwed up.

“Good girl that you are, I will explain, as all villains do to their victims, though in your case I like torturing you with possibilities.” A joke though she likely wouldn’t see that. “I have a monster inside me. You can spit out my toe.”

I lowered my foot to the floor, pulled a tissue from the box in the desk drawer, then gently wiped the spit from her mouth.

“Of course you do,” she said.

“Yes. Of course I do.” Such an honest conversation. Casually, I waved the tissue. “Some days I can see it lurking in my veins.” Though it was a strange statement, she barely blinked.

“How long do I have before your agency finds where you are?”

“A...week?”

“And will they see the connection between this and Cuba?” Which would surely mean whoever had been chasing Wolfe, would become curious about me.

“I don’t know. Maybe?”

Her responses seemed slow. “Is your brain still foggy?”

“No.”

“Wolfe had to hurt you here.” I tapped the center of her forehead, kissed her nose, stayed there face to face. “To make you vulnerable. I love how different you are.” I wiped clean my toe. “I’ve been wondering how he did it.”

No matter how I explored her head, it was an inexact thing. I couldn’t read thoughts, only emotions. I could feel a collectable at a fair distance, could often pull them to me once in tune, but the mechanisms of this were mostly a puzzle.

“I’ve used you.” I nodded, mostly to myself. “I’ve used you for a long time to ward off my monster. But now you’re here, I’m wondering why you are. Is it fate poking at me? Telling me to do something new?”

“No,” Red said softly, eyes a little dull, which told me she was still affected by the forced sleep, though the poor thing didn’t see it. “It’s my need to kill you.”

“I should just fuck you.” Something was wrong with that idea... The leather chair squeaked as I leaned away. “Fucking collectibles fixes things. You’d be happier. But me? You bother me. A deal for you. Argue your side. Convince me I’m wrong to keep you, fuck you...” Maim, kill, etcetera, all my options scrolled past. “Just follow my rules. Don’t try to thwart me or there will be suffering. Immense suffering.”

I reassessed the undulations of her sprawled body. The line of hair leading to her clit and pussy charmed me every time. Shaving it off would be a crime...though I did like crimes.

“Do that and maybe I’ll release you.”