Thread: Latch On Because Love's a Killer – Raivh and Rie Seraphina

Loud music pulsed through the speakers as various colored strobe lights flashed and spun around the club. He sat at the bar, trying to mind his own business, but the woman beside him was making that increasingly difficult. Her right hand was on his thigh now, her left holding a glass of wine that was the same deep red painted on her lips. She spoke to him as her eyes flitted about the side of his strong jaw as he sucked down his third or fourth glass of whiskey for the night. He'd been given his assignment a month ago, but he hadn't found any leads until last night. This wasn't his scene, never had been. The pounding beat in his ears had his head throbbing. He stiffened, feeling the woman's hand slide over the front of his jeans. Pulling the glass of liquor from his mouth a few inches, his eyes dropped down, watching her hand shift over the bulge against her palm. Her thumb toyed with the zipper before she wrapped her entire hand around his crotch. Were women always this forward in this joint? The sinew flexed at his neck, which caused his jaw to grow taut as he clenched his teeth. She leaned forward and took his earlobe between her teeth and bit hard, which caused him to wince and jerk his head in her direction. His hips thrust up into her hand, which was clearly just what she'd been aiming for because she released his ear and an airy laugh passed between her lips. Why don't you put that phone away and come with me? She was a seductress. Her words flowed coolly into his ear like water down a river, calm and inviting. He brought the amber drink to his lips again and took a large swig of it, drowning down any possible confirmation that he was having the same thoughts as her. It would be a dream to take her to a nearby hotel. He could practically feel himself inside of her already, but he wasn't here to find a good fuck. He was here on business. His target was another one of those fucking leeches. Rumors were dancing all over the city about men and women being found dead, the very life force sucked right out of them. She was likely just one of many, but she was his to find, secure, torture, and eventually kill once he'd gotten enough information out of her. Look, Colton said, turning his face to the woman. Her hand was still stroking him, only now she'd undone the zipper on the front of his jeans. He knew she could feel the swell of him in her palm, the heat and pure instinct to take her up on her offer was killing him. She gave him a squeeze, and Colton caught the glance the bartender gave when he grunted. Yes? The woman asked, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. He focused on the round mirror behind her, his reflection staring back at him. She'd set her wine down and was now running a hand through his hair, tousling the short light brown locks so that they stood this way and that. He could see the back of the woman's neck. Her hair was pulled up, her bare back revealed by the low cut of her dress from the rear. His green eyes traveled to the small of her back, her hips. He could imagine himself throwing her onto the counter right here, imagine her breasts pressed against its damp surface, hands clamped tight over her hips. The thoughts he was having were getting the better of him. He wanted to fuck her. It had been months since his last bout of sex. It wouldn't take long. He could do it, take her up on the offer, bring her to the hotel just up the block and listen to her scream while he plunged deep inside her. His commander had recently brought to Colt's attention that he was becoming an ass, full of angst and pent up rage. It would be good to relieve some of it. Colt chuckled at the idea, and the woman sat back, leaning away from him. Just a few seconds before, her tongue had been in his ear, but now she looked at him like he'd struck her. What's so funny? What? Colton replied, grabbing a hold of her chin. Weren't you having fun? I laughed because I was enjoying myself. The woman relaxed, and Colt engaged in conversation with her. That was a lie, though. Really he'd laughed because even if he and this woman went through round after round of heart-pounding, hot, sweaty sex, he was still going to be an asshole. It wasn't in his nature to be terribly kind or caring. He killed for a living.