Page 28 of Wraith (Deviant Assassin #1)

Wild

R ich, savory scents greet me as I step inside of her house. The air is thick with the aroma of garlic and herbs, and a hint of sweetness—tomatoes, maybe? Her kitchen gleams with spotless perfection, almost too perfect.

Antoinette’s dressed to kill, but it does nothing for me.

Her crimson dress clings in all the right places, and her heels—those things could be weapons.

As usual, there’s not a single strand out of place in her perfectly styled hair, and she’s wearing enough perfume to compete with the smell of dinner.

It’s floral, heavy, and overpowering. Nothing subtle or enticing like Kiera’s.

From the moment I walk in, she’s in control, guiding me to the dining table.

Everything in this place feels rehearsed and staged down to the tiniest detail.

Two glasses of deep red wine that match the hue of Antoinette’s dress are just waiting to be tasted as she talks non-stop about her work, her investments, some charity she’s starting.

I’m trying to listen, but my mind’s somewhere else, thinking about how I’d rather be with Kiera.

Then her phone rings—a sharp, insistent sound that cuts through her chatter and she gives me an apologetic smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes.

“I’m so sorry, work call. I’ll be a long minute,” she says, rolling her eyes before hurrying off toward what I assume is her office. “Watch the food for me, okay? Make sure it doesn’t burn? This could take a while.”

I’m left alone, the pot on the stove bubbling quietly.

I check the clock, then my phone, wondering how long she’ll actually be gone.

The whole setup feels wrong. Not dangerous, just…

off. Like a suit that doesn’t quite fit.

She’s not the one I want to spend my time with.

So, I call the woman who’s got me obsessed.

Stepping out onto the balcony, I leave the slider open a crack, so I’ll be aware of Antoinette’s return and stare out at the twinkling lights of the city.

Retrieving my earbuds, I slip them into place and take a breath, steadying myself as the video call connects.

The sound of Kiera’s voice, soft but with that unmistakable edge of anticipation, fills my ears and her beautiful face fills my screen.

I close my eyes, letting the darkness behind my lids sharpen my focus on her.

“Are you alone?” I ask, my voice low, commanding.

“Yes,” she whispers, a slight tremor in her voice.

My heathen surprisingly loves this game.

She’s waiting, hanging on my every word.

“Good,” I say, leaning back against the high-backed outdoor chair. “I want you to listen to me carefully. Do exactly as I say. Understand?”

“Yes, Wild,” she replies, her voice breathy, a mix of nerves and excitement.

“Start by taking off your clothes. Slowly. I want to hear every sound, every movement. Tell me what you’re doing.”

There’s a pause, the kind that makes the air thick with tension. The screen shows her embalming room as she sets the phone down, then the rustle of fabric, the soft thud of something—her shoes, maybe—hitting the floor. I could watch everything she’s doing, but I want to hear her honey-smoked voice.

“I’m taking off my dress,” she says, her voice steadying. “It’s sliding down my shoulders… now past my waist. It’s on the floor.”

“Good. Now, your bra. I want it off.”

Another pause, the faint sound of her breath quickening in my ear. Then, the soft click of a clasp, the slide of fabric.

“It’s off,” she says.

“That’s my little heathen. Set your phone somewhere so I can watch you.”

“Fucking stalker,” she says with a shaky chuckle.

“And you’re here for it, so stop complaining and do what you’re told.”

“Yes, S… Hey asshole, if you think I’m going to call some shit like Sir or Master you better pull your head out of your ass,” she grits out.

Damn, I love her attitude and even more so, her anger that lights up those mesmerizing amber eyes.

“I’m shocked you think I need those titles in order to know I’m in charge.”

She growls into the phone, her cheeks turning pink with her ire and obvious frustration.

“Kiss my ass, Agent.”

I place a hand over my heart, excitement zinging through me at the thought.

“Ah, it’s killing me I’m not. Now, run your hand over your stomach, then up over the swell of your breasts for Daddy.”

“The fuck? Are you going to get me off or do I need to hang up? Daddy my ass!”

A laugh rumbles up from my chest and I quell my desire to see her pissed off before I go too far and she ditches me.

“Touch yourself. Caress that pussy for me,” I order in a firm tone. “But don’t go too fast. Tease yourself, like you know I would.”

A soft gasp escapes her as she obeys. Her long, thin fingers run up and down her perfect skin as she moves from her prettily trimmed pussy and back up to roll her nipples between her fingers. My pulse quickens, the thought of her following my every command making my grip tighten on my phone.

“Tell me how it feels,” I say, needing to know I’m driving her as crazy as she drives me.

“It feels… good,” she whispers, her voice thick with desire. “But I need more.”

“Not yet,” I say, holding her back. “I want you to be desperate for it.”

There’s a soft moan, and I picture her biting her lip, her body strung tight like a bow. The power I have over her, even from a distance, is intoxicating.

“You better get me off this time, Wild, because if I miss out on one more O, I won’t let you or any government agency hold me responsible for what I do!”

A grin stretches my mouth, as I yearn to bury it in her pussy, coating my tongue with her honeyed taste.

“Stop whining and spread your lips for me. I want to see that pretty pink pussy.” She complies, almost pressing her slick fold up against the screen.

I practically have to wipe drool off my chin when she flicks her clit.

“That’s right, make yourself feel good. Imagine my tongue harassing your clit while you slide three fingers into your tight cunt, Heathen. ”

One hand reaches for her nipple while engulfing the other between her sweet lips. Kiera leans against a counter as she fucks herself with her fingers, her hips jerking forward as she gets closer to the elusive release she’s been chasing ever since that first time we had phone sex.

Her full tits jiggle and my pants tighten with her panting breaths, a long-drawn-out moan fills my ears with her pleasure, and I reach a hand down to my slacks, grabbing a handful of my own hard cock wishing I could pull it out and get off with her.

“Good girl. Such a damn good girl. Fuck yourself for me.”

Her body trembles as she complies, squirming with her need. Her soft breaths becoming more rapid the longer I draw this out.

“Wild… I … need…”

“You need to shut the fuck up and continue to obey me. Or you don’t get to climax. Speak again, I dare you.”

Her immediate, low, throaty moan tightens my balls and catches my breath in my throat. There’s urgency in the way she moves, the sounds she makes. It’s almost too much, knowing I’m the one driving her to this edge. Making her teeter right on the brink. She fucking loves every second, too.

“Now,” I finally say, my control slipping a bit.

“Now, you can give yourself what you need. But you don’t stop until I tell you.

” She pauses and looks directly into the camera, her eyes going wide, and opens her mouth to say something.

“Keep going,” I command, though I’m barely holding on myself. “Don’t stop.”

Her breathing grows faster, more erratic, and I know she’s close, but she’s shaking her head at the camera. The tension in my body, mirroring hers, connected through nothing but this call, this moment, is electric.

“Now,” I say, my voice rough, almost a growl. “Let go.”

“Yes, Bennie. Yes!”

I stiffen anticipating her release. But Kiera jerks up on the bed, a frown marring her beautiful face, as her eyes narrow to slits.

Slowly, oh so slowly, I turn around to find Antoinette spread out against the back of her couch, dress hitched up to her hips and one hand in her exposed pussy, moaning out her pleasure.

Fuck!

I disconnect my phone as Kiera screams out, “Fucking asshole!”

I call Esther on my way home, the smell of burned chicken still clinging to my clothes and Antoinette’s shrill accusations ringing in my ears. The night had gone spectacularly sideways the moment I called Kiera.

“Is that her? That woman you can’t stop thinking about?” Antoinette had shrieked while I tried to salvage the blackened remains of what was supposed to be Coq au Vin. “You let our dinner burn while having phone sex with some hussy?”

The first plate—she made sure to tell me was from her grandmother’s antique Limoges china-set—had shattered against the wall next to my head.

The second—a custom-made Italian ceramic—had actually grazed my shoulder.

By the time she’d started hurling her ‘casual dining’ Versace plates, I’d at least had the sense to duck behind the kitchen island.

“A million dollars! I paid a million dollars for this date, and you spend it thinking about another woman?” Her words echo in my head, punctuated by the memory of crystal stemware exploding against the marble countertop. “This is the worst investment I’ve ever made! You owe me, Bennet Wilder!”

The coup de grace had been her throwing her mother’s prized Waterford crystal wine glass at my head while screaming, “I could have bought a small island for what this disaster cost me! Instead, I got burned chicken and blue balls!”

Esther picks up on the first ring, like she’s been waiting. Probably because she has been. Antoinette has probably already called her, likely while still standing in the wreckage of her dining room.

“How’s the date going?” Esther asks, but there’s an edge to her voice that tells me she knows exactly how it went.

“It’s been… fun,” I say, trying to keep it light, though ‘fun’ isn’t exactly how I’d describe watching Antoinette throw a crystal wine glass at my head while screaming about wasted millions. “But I’m not interested in her. I’ve already got someone else on my mind.”

There’s a long pause, then Esther’s voice comes back, sharper now.

“Wild, that woman spent a million dollars on that date. And you’re telling me you’re not interested?”

“Grandma, I?—”

She cuts me off, but there’s something different in her tone now.

“You know, we just hung up, and that entitled little bitch had the nerve to tell me what a terrible job I did raising you.”

My breath catches. Antoinette’s last words before I left flash through my mind: “Just wait until your grandmother hears about this! I’ll make sure she knows exactly what kind of bastard she raised!”

“Grandma—”

Esther’s voice turns deadly quiet. “Oh, don’t you worry about that spoiled princess anymore, dear. Nobody threatens my grandson and lives to brag about it. I’ll make sure she has an… unfortunate accident. Something appropriately gruesome.”

“Grandma—”

“Maybe something with her beloved horses. They can be such unpredictable creatures…”

“It’s not about the money,” I say quietly, trying to steer us away from murder plots.

Or your never-ending quest for powerful strings you can pull. Or creative ways to dispose of my dates.

“Don’t waste this chance, Wild,” she continues, but I can hear the smile in her voice now. “Though I must admit, any woman who makes you burn dinner while talking to her must be quite special. Tell me about her.”

“Goodbye, Grandmother,” I say, but I’m smiling too.

I hang up with Kiera’s earlier screams of ‘fucking asshole’ echoing in my mind on repeat, so much sweeter than Antoinette’s shrieks about ruined dinner and wasted millions.

I can’t leave things this way. Inspiration hits me and I pull her name up on my phone. I drop her a pin of the downtown area I’m thinking of, then send her a text.

Me: Run little rabbit, I’m coming for you!