2. DEAN

Just when I was starting to feel like I’d die of boredom, she appeared.

A little stray, lurking around the corner watching me with big, curious eyes. Her tiny gasp is what gave her away.

I thought she’d scream or run but her eyes were glued to me. She looked like she wanted to come straight over rather than flee in terror.

Her outfit was such a vast contrast to my all black attire, her”s was sweet and cute. A light purple hoodie zipped up concealing her from me but tight enough to show off her curves and light blue jeans that hugged what looked like soft thighs perfectly. I’ve never considered anything cute before. Never payed any attention to a person’s outfit but there's something about her that piqued my interest.

When she realized what I’d been doing, her big brown eyes grew even wider, the moonlight pooling into them and catching me in their depths. Her little chin was trembling in fear as she tried to keep quiet but too late for that, little kitten, you’ve already caught my attention.

It was her screams that were the final nail in her coffin. They bounced off the walls and rang beautifully in my ears. I can still hear the echo of them now as I chase after her. Finishing my job can wait for now, there’s no chance I’m missing out on her.

I give her a head start and watch until she runs out of view then I sprint after her. Plenty of my targets run from me and most put up a fight when they’re not caught off guard but this doesn’t feel anything like that.

My cock’s straining against my zipper, it’s been hard ever since I saw her. With each stride it rubs against the material and heightens my senses.

Fuck, I’m going to be inside her before the night’s over. I need to feel her pussy choking my cock before I kill her.

When I catch up to her she’s slowed down to drop her bag and I can hear her panting breaths. Just a few more steps and she’s mine. I vault over the bag and the sound of my boots hitting the ground makes her let out a small scream, just for me.

She looks back, her eyes wide with fear and she tries to push forward away from me but it’s too late. I already have her.

My arms wrap around her, pinning hers to her sides and we tumble forwards. With one hand I grab her throat and hold her close to my chest whilst I hold the other out in front, stopping her from smashing her face into the ground. It would be a shame to ruin such a pretty face before I’ve even seen what she looks like as she comes. Maybe I can ruin it myself by covering it in come. There are just so many things I could do to her before I dispose of her. So much fun to be had.

I can feel her pulse against my fingertips as I hold her throat tightly, an erratic beat that makes my cock twitch. I let go just enough to roll her onto her back. She’s breathless as she stares up at me, her eyes frozen wide open and fixed on me.

“Caught you,” I say through a breath, all traces of my arrogance gone for a brief second as I just take her in. Her chestnut hair splays wildly around her head, I brush a strand of it off her face and her lips part as she shivers. Her dark brown eyes shine with tears that have streaked her soft, round cheeks.

I can’t help myself.

I lean even closer and drag my tongue up her cheek tasting the saltiness of her skin. “You’re meant to be screaming for me, little kitten.” She’s clearly frightened but there’s something else going on beneath the surface. I want to cut into her to find out exactly what it is but there’s no time for that here.

I should just fuck and kill her now then I can dump her body on my way home but I don’t want our night to be over so quickly. For some reason one quick fuck doesn’t feel like enough.

“Please, let me go, I swear I won’t go to the police, I won’t tell anyone what I saw,” she whispers as she starts to wriggle underneath me, trying to get free. Her thighs end up brushing against my cock making me groan.

If she keeps that up I definitely won’t be able to wait until we’re home to fuck her.

“Oh you sweet, little thing. I know you’re not going to tell anyone anything but I’m not done with you yet.” I stand up, taking her with me by the collar of her clothes and before she can fight me off or try to run, I bend down to hoist her over my shoulder.

Her scent washes over me like a soft breeze, lavender and honey. Fuck, she’s going to taste so sweet.

I grab her bag as I head for my car. She kicks and screams the entire way. Someone might hear her but if they do I know no one will help in this part of town, plus I’m enjoying the way her fear sounds too much to put a stop to it.

No matter how hard she fights me she won’t be able to hurt me. But she’s stirring something long dormant inside me, that need to know what it feels like to hurt and bleed.

“Use your claws all you want, little kitten, but remember, if you try to run I can cut the tendons in your heels. Keep scratching and I can pull your nails out one by one. I’ve got a lot of experience in how to be creative when it comes to making people hurt.”

“You’re crazy!” she sobs against my back.

“Thank you for noticing,” I say as I toss her into the trunk of my car. She lands on her back with a grunt and immediately tries to scramble her way out but I lean in, putting a knee on her stomach and holding her throat down with one hand.

“The more you fight the better it is for me.”

“You’re sick!” she spits in my face and I smile. Then she goes still and pale as she seems to resign herself to her fate. Her tears stop and a strange sense of calm settles over her.

Something in me changes like a switch being flipped, whatever the new feeling is I don’t understand it but I get the overwhelming urge to kiss her. I ignore it and focus on restraining her. With rope from my trunk, I tie her wrists in front of her, then her ankles and after a brief hunt around for some tape I slap it over her mouth. As much as I’d like to hear her all the way home I can’t risk getting caught.

She’s mine.

Her shouts of protest start back up as I slam the trunk closed on her. I’m itching to get in the driver”s seat and speed home but I just need to photograph my kills to finish the job.

After tossing her bag in the back seat, I jog back to my crime scene and stage the bodies so it looks like they killed each other. Any competent detective will quickly figure out that’s not the case but my client didn’t seem fussed by that. The job simply stated to make it bloody, stage the scene and leave the bodies to be found. It’s one of the more simple requests I’ve had.

Working as a contract killer is an easy job for me, one that I enjoy and pays very well. I’m one of the best in the business if someone wants it done bloody. Requests for clean kills are rare and I only take them if I need some quick cash for something.

After another sweep of the scene to make sure there’s nothing left to tie it to me, I head back to my car for the short drive home. Conveniently for me, this job was close to home and I’m so glad I took it. Who knows what trouble my little kitten might have found herself in, if I wasn’t there to take her in.

The thought of her being found by those two men or anyone else makes a sort of fury build up inside me.

Weird. I’ve never felt like that before, then again I’ve never had a hot witness to chase down with the intent of fucking them senseless before.