Chapter 82
959words
"H-Hey mafia boy. Why the serious face?" With a watery smile I attempted to keep my voice light, not wanting to give away that I was about to shit my pants.
He didn't respond. He stood now at the edge of the bed and slowly propped his knee on it. I felt the bed slowly dip and my muscles immediately started to tense up.
"Alessandro?" I tried again with my feeble voice.
Silent.
'Shit I am going to die. But I don't want to die! I am too young to die! I am too beautiful to die. You can't summon me to hell yet Satan!' I was going hysterical in my mind.
My mind was warred with fear and doom when Alessandro was finally in front of me, sitting on his knees as he positioned himself above my legs. leaning forward, he forcibly grabbed my chin in a way that made my lips purse.
I glanced wearily at his gun that was in his pocket and groaned inwardly.
'I guess if I am going to die anyway then I should at least die like an assassin. Taking this bastard down with me.' I concluded, yielding myself to my inevitable fate.
"Since we're already in this position why not kiss me before you end my life, hmm?" I hummed as I tentatively wrapped my legs around his waist. I forced my voice to come out proud and seductive, but at every word I utter I could hear my heartbeat getting louder and louder until I could hear it reverberating in my ears.
He only stared at me with those unique eyes, studying me. I brought my lips closer to his and whispered "Come on at least let me die while kissing y-"
My eyes widens, feeling his lips being pushed onto mine. His tongue exploring the inside of my mouth. I moaned at the sudden invasion, closing my eyes to focus on his perfect lips.
'Ugh this is way much better than that guard's crappy kiss.' I felt my thoughts disappearing as the tingling and pleasure aches started to flood my body.
The guttural growls that escaped from Alessandro's throat made it clear that I wasn't the only one that was enjoying this.
Alessandro pulled and stared into my hooded eyes; his grip still firm on my chin. He smirked which made my heart jump.
'Maybe we should at least go all the way before we kill each other?' I considered.
His face slowly drew in closer. Thinking that he was about to kiss me again I closed my eyes. But instead of feeling the warm, delicious lips I felt two fingers being shoved in to my mouth. The sudden intrusion made me gag on reflex. I felt as how his fingers were skimming in my mouth feeling every nook and cranny. I tried to bite on his fingers but his strong grip on my chin prevented it.
My hands formed in to a pair of fists, struggling to get out of the chains and push the bastard off me.
When his fingers touched one of my molars Alessandro smirk widens. "Found it."
My pupils dilated as realization started to kick in. 'My chip!'
But it was already too late. With a swift movement he pulled out the small chip, holding it in front of me between his index finger and thumb. Humming he stared at it with an impressed expression as he finally lets go of my chin and straitens his back.
"So this is how you have been killing your targets." His eyes shifted to me. "What's this?" He asked.
Clenching my jaw I gave him a piercing defiant glare, not saying anything.
'Damn it that was my only weapon that they didn't strip me from. What am I supposed to do now!? How did he even know about it!?' I agonized.
Alessandro started to lean in, piercing my heart with his icy look. "If you still want to be able to walk out of this room then you better start answering me Bambino. Now." He voiced authoritative.
Feeling my pride as an assassin shatter as I still wanted to live I casted with defeating feelings my eyes down. Grumbling under my breath
"Poisonous gas." I answered truthfully. "When I bite into that chip as I kiss my target my mouth will be filled with poison and without noticing anything they would inhale it, leading to their death." That's where I got my title from, Oiran or how those annoying slovenly form the underworld like to call me: a Succubus. The poison itself never harms me since I have built resistance towards many different kind of poisons. I can pretty much consume anything without any worry. It took many torturous years to reach this level, but I'm proud of it since I am the only one with this skill.
After moments of excruciating silence I could feel the air turning menacing, stifling me. Frowning I peered under my eyelashes to see what was going on. Terror washed over me, feeling the fine hair on the back of my neck and my mouth ran dry.
His nostrils were flaring. The thunder that was brooding behind those colorful eyes took my breath away and
"Poison?" His voice that came out calm but wasn't able to hide the uninhibited anger that came along with it was chilling, paralyzing my body with fear as I took him in with a wobbly smile and watery eyes.
I take it back Satan. You can summon me! Now even! Just take my soul before this monster butchers me!
