Love Or Death?

Thirteen

I couldn't have been more intrigued by a case. Kilian Palgrasia, 30 and stunning, must've been the most gorgeous man I've ever seen on paper, even with the long-distance shot. I will truly not mind if we have to have s*x before he dies.

Poor thing.

I scrolled through the files, the usual routine followed as well as the preparation. Jack mentioned he might not be an immediate catch, I might need to see him periodically every week before he'll eventually fall and I didn't mind, at least I was dealing with seniors this time.

I prepared for the private gala he happened to be headed to this evening. My hair fell down my back, the emerald evening gown complemented my skin and the silver accessories complemented the gown. It was stunning, to say the least, but I only realized the magnitude of this particular mission when Jack had sent a makeup artist and a stylist over to my apartment.

Andrew had come to pick me up, wishing me luck as I exited the car once we got to the location; a magnificent hotel that was not as commonly used as an event centre but it was, a very expensive one.

The decor was exquisite, the emerald detail in the black and silver decor was a perfect combination. The rest were flowers, but in emerald, sure there were quite a number of fake flowers all around as decor, embedded with emerald gems and glitter all over, the silver atmosphere only made the gems glow around the hall. It was indeed a sight to behold, I got lost in it myself as I walked in.

But my gaze instantly shifted as soon as I spotted him.

Tall, hazel eyes like stars, too bright to behold for too long but oh how they shined. The emerald he wore completed his tanned skin, a seemingly new suit but his arms were trying to tear their way through. His build was immaculate, showing even through the suit, sculpted face like a Greek god.

I had to head to the drink table, taking a shot to calm my nerves.

“Focus Zipporah!” I murmured to myself, closing my eyes to take a deep breath. It made it even worse that it looked like he came with someone, yet not even a curve on his full, two-toned, luscious–

Fuck, I'm screwed.

I waited in the distance, enjoying the hot of the party that I wasn't as concentrated on until he spotted me. My heart skipped, looking away instantly as my cheeks flushed, a heaven-sent queue for a clap so I clapped with the crowd, avoiding the glare I could spot from the corner of my eye.

Did he notice me? Is he checking me out?

My thoughts raced, but none of that mattered, I had to keep my focus, what I'm here for comes first, and not my slutty fantasies.

Shit s**t s**t, why is he heading my way?

I tried to keep my composure, watching him approach me with a thin line on his lips, “At least make it a little less discreet if you're watching someone, ma'am,” he smirked, the first show of emotion I had seen with him all night.

His voice was majestic, making the echo from the speaker sound like it didn't have any form of vibration. Perfect dentition, voice baritone but sweet, deep enough to make my knees buckle but I kept my act together, “I guess I was just lost in thought, pardon me if it seemed like I was watching you.”

I turned, taking gentle sips of my mocktail and from the corner of my eye I could tell he kept his glare on me, not saying a word for a while. My heart raced, nervous butterflies fluttering around my heart, I had dealt with worse but his aura was rather…commanding, something about him seemed off if I was to focus enough. Was it his spotless skin or flawless build and perfect English accent? Too perfect to be human but very much had a few human flaws to convince anyone that he was.

“I'm Elvis,” he mentioned, stretching a hand out.

A fake name, he knew he had people after him, playing it rather safe, “Sharon, nice to meet you, Elvis,” I took his outstretched hand, and he gave a rather firm handshake. I was rather nervous with the constant eye contact he gave me, they sparkled under the silver lights of the night.

“So, Sharon,” he leaned on the bar, giving me a rather drunken smile, “I'm a little out of my mind now and I just need a little distraction, you know. Forgive me if I say what annoys you,” his expression turned serious instantly, “You're gorgeous if I must say.”

My cheeks flushed, “Thank you, K-Elvis.”

Shit.

He raised a brow, looking rather surprised. Oh s**t, I hope he didn't hear that, he couldn't have over the music, “I'd like for you to follow me to my suite, top floor. It doesn't look like you're enjoying this party anyway, we could have one of our own,” he smirked.

Was it that easy to get into his pants? As gorgeous as he was? The attraction reduced instantly but at least my job would get done faster, “Lead the way,” I answered seductively, lowering my eyes.

He took my hand in his, leading me to the elevator. The way there was rather silent, nothing much to say till we got to his room. Regular but beautiful, like the rest of the hotel, a presidential suite with its living room, a bar, and a balcony with a beautiful sea view. It was enchanting, even more enchanting than its occupant.

He sat on the couch, “Beautiful, yeah?”

“Of course,” I said with a smile, “I need to use your bathroom quickly, I feel rather too unclean to start.”

“Take your time.”

I smiled, at that, dashing into the bathroom with my purse in hand. I took a piss first as I really needed it, spraying the concoction in my mouth and hand after I dried my hands.

I came out, meeting him shirtless on the couch, scrolling through his iPad with a straight look on his face. The suit definitely covered a lot, his bulked build with his flawless, tanned skin glistened under the lights, moisturized and gleaming, making my core flutter.

He raised his eyes in my direction, looking back down, “Take them off,” he commanded.

My cheeks flushed and my heart nearly jumped out of my chest. Focus, I had to remind myself that this was strictly work, my heart shouldn't be anywhere near this because, in a matter of minutes, he was going to be dead.

I gently slipped off my gown, revealing just my panties and breasts slapped against my skin. I swayed my hips as I walked towards him, his eyes lingered around my body and curves, the fascination and lust I could see in his eyes was all the compliments I'd need for the rest of the week.

“Don't miss me,” he commanded. I nodded, unbuckling his belt and his trousers gently. He spread his legs, giving me a little more way to make my move. He was huge, to say the least, I gulped, hoping he was gentle for any reason unless I'll need throat surgery after this. I nearly hoped he didn't live long enough to f**k me with whatever kind of monster this was.

“You can take it, don't worry,” he said with a mocking smile on his face. He pushed my head down gently, I took it in my grip, using my mouth and hand simultaneously, not even half of a reaction until a little while, a slight groan that sounded unconscious escaped his lips. Even if the goal wasn't to satisfy him I was happy he was enjoying it with the slight whimpers I could hear with how graveyard quiet the room was.

He didn't ejaculate but he pushed me off, clutching his chest, “What the f**k did you do?” He winced in pain, taking out a gun from behind the chair, pointing it at me. I raised my hands, terrified, fear running through my veins, my heart felt like it was about to burst as it raced.

How wasn't he dead yet? How is he just standing there? He held the gun directly, his hand shaking only a bit, the other clutching his chest in pain, looking quite furious.

All I remembered was the door swinging open, a large blunt object hit me right on the head before everywhere went pitch black. The last thing I beheld was his gorgeous eyes, filled with nothing but agony and anger.

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I gasped for air, coughing as my lungs felt like they were squeezed, my eyes were tied shut, everywhere black, and I could feel the band on my eyes. My arms tied side by side and my feet together, I didn't know where I was.

What even happened? All I remember was the door swinging open then I felt the sharp pain in my head which just resurfaced and I could've sworn I felt blood dripping down my face.

“Let go of me you sick f**k!” I screamed out, my voice echoing back at me. I struggled, finding out it was chains that held my hands out, “Let me go!” I screamed repeatedly, struggling to pull out of the chains somehow.

I heard the door open and after, the sound of the door closing echoed through the room, “You're awake," his suddenly irritating baritone echoed through the room, amusement lingering in his voice.

I stared at his manic face with disdain, if only I had known, if only I had said no, if only I hadn't met Landry, maybe my world wouldn't have been turned upside down by this monster.

I was in for the worst and best, I knew it, I felt it. it was going to be a ride, a lot of tears would be shed and I could feel it. It was a strange feeling at the pit of my stomach but it lingered, refusing to release its hold on me.