Assigned to Kill… Destined to Love

Chapter 3: First Surrender (Tay's POV)

“Tell me you don't like what you see,” Leo said, grazing his lips on my cheek. His lips hovered a breath away from mine. I stood frozen against the wall, heart slamming against my ribs. Every rule I had ever lived by screamed at me to pull back, to strike, to end him. But my body stayed still, waiting. "Kiss me," he said slowly. "Or try to walk away right now." I swallowed hard. "I should kill you." "You should." His hand slid to the back of my neck, fingers firm. "But you won't." I grabbed his wrist. "Don't be so sure, you jerk" He pressed closer. His hard c**k pushed against my stomach through his pants. "Feel how sure I am." A whimper slipped out, I hated it. "Leo." "Pronounce it again." "Leo." It came out rough, needy. He groaned softly. "That's it." His mouth took mine without asking for my consent. He knew what to do. Just heat and demand. His tongue pushed in, claimed me. I kissed back hard, angry, hungry.

My hands fisted in his hair, pulled. He growled into my mouth, pressed me harder against the wall. I bit his lip. "Do you think this changes anything?" "It changes everything." He sucked my bottom lip, then kissed down my jaw. "You're mine now." "No." I turned my head. "One time. That's it. You're a dead man who just wants to have s*x just this last time." He laughed against my throat. "Keep telling yourself that." His hands yanked my zipper all the way down. The suit peeled open. Cool air hit my skin. Then his hot palms. He cupped my breasts, thumbs rubbing my n*****s through the bra. I arched. "Fuck." "Yes." He pinched one n****e, rolled it. "Exactly." I shoved at his shoulders. "Slow down." "No." He pushed the bra up, mouth closing over one hard peak. He sucked deep. My knees buckled. "Leo. Wait." He switched to the other breast, teeth grazing. "Tell me you don't have a preference for my c**k over my corpse. You don't want me to wait.” I grabbed his head. "I do."

"Liar." His hand slid down my stomach, into my suit, between my legs. Fingers found my soaked panties. He pressed the cloth against my c**t, rubbed once. I moaned loudly. "God." "No God here." He pushed the panties aside, slid one finger inside me softly. "Just me." I clenched around him. "Take it out." "Make me." I rocked my hips instead. He added a second finger, pumped slowly. "Good girl." He curled them, hit that spot. "So wet for me." "Shut up." I kissed him hard to stop his words. He kissed back, fingers f*****g me steady. My suit slid down my arms. He peeled it off my shoulders, let it drop to my waist. I reached for his pants. "Off." He pulled his fingers out, sucked them clean while watching me. "Taste yourself later." I yanked his pants down. His c**k sprang free, thick, hard, dripping at the tip. My mouth watered. "Like what you see?" "Yes." I wrapped my hand around him, stroked once.

He hissed. "Again." I stroked harder. "You talk too much." "Then make me stop." I dropped to my knees fast, I took him in my mouth without warning deeply. He groaned loud, hand in my hair. "f**k, Tay." I sucked hard, tongue swirling. He thrust shallowly. "Look at you." His voice went rough. "Killer on her knees." I pulled off. "Shut up." He pulled me up, spun me, bent me over the bed. My suit hit the floor. Panties ripped off. "On the bed." I climbed on, ass up. "Come for me.” I looked back. "Now." He pushed in slowly. One thick inch at a time. I gripped the sheets. "Big." "You can take it." He bottomed out, held still. "Feel me?" "Yes." I pushed back. "Move."

He pulled out slowly, slammed in hard. I cried out. "Like that?" "Yes. Again." He f****d me hard, I could feel my p***y opening and closing with each triumphant entry. His hands on my hips, and our skin keeps banging in the coordinating conjunction of intimacy. "You feel so good." He reached around, rubbed my c**t fast. I moaned into the pillow. "Don't stop." "Never." He flipped me over suddenly. Legs over his shoulders, deep again. "Look at me." I opened my eyes. His face was tight, sweat on his brow. "You're beautiful when you let go." "Shut up and f**k me." He did, but this time, it was harder and faster that the bed creaked. "I'm close." "Come for me."

He pinched my c**t. I shattered, p***y clenching around him. Waves hit hard. I screamed his name. He followed seconds later, groaning deep, pulsing inside me. We stayed locked, breathing hard. He pulled out slowly, and held his already stretched c**k. I lay there, body shaking. What the f**k did I just do? He kissed my shoulder. "Stay." "No." I sat up fast. He grabbed my wrist. "You came hard." "Yes." I pulled free. "But I'm still here for your life." He smiled. "Maybe not tonight or don't you enjoy my company?" I stood, I didn't answer him, I grabbed my suit, pulled it on quickly. "You're running." "Yes." He leaned back on the bed, c**k still half hard. "You'll be back." "No." "Yes." His smirk returned. "Your p***y already misses me."

I zipped up, found my gun, kept it. "Keep dreaming." I walked to the door. A soft beep sounded from the living room. Security system, motion sensor. Maybe a late guard or backup I didn't know about. f**k. This was enough sign for danger. I froze, hand on the knob. He watched me. "Problem?" "No." I opened the door. "Tay." I looked back. "Next time you come through that door, it won't be to kill me." I stepped out fast. Heart pounding again, but different now. Duty pulled one way. His taste still on my tongue pulled the other. I slipped down the hall, out the balcony, into the night. He stayed on the bed, arms behind his head, smirking still there. I was torn in half. What the f**k have I done?