Chapter 2 Cold as Ice. Frosty as Snow

"Please don't kill me! Please don't-" The scream was suddenly cut short when Rex pointed his gun at the man's forehead and pulled the trigger. He watched in satisfaction as the man's head snapped back and life left his eyes.

"Eishh, he got blood on me," Rex muttered angrily as he stepped back, giving room for his men to take care of the body. He hated it when blood touched his body. Damn thing was a nuisance to clean.

He was still murmuring about that when his cellphone rang. At the sight of the caller, Rex quickly moved to the other side of the empty house to make sure he would not be interrupted. He cleared his throat as he pressed the answer button. "Hi, Siera, it's been four months since I saw you! You stopped taking my calls and I don't even know-"

"Where are you? Are you far away?" she asked crisply. Always the same question. Tesiera was not one to make small talk.

"Hell no, I'm not far away. I can get to your house in two hours," Rex was quick to answer.

"Not fast enough."

"An hour! I'll be there in an hour," he added desperately, hoping she hadn't already hung up. He would break every fucking traffic rule out there, but he'd be damned before he passed up on this opportunity.

Silence. Then. "I want to see you in my house in an hour. Not a minute late, Rex."

"I swear it. Not a minute late." Rex could already feel the excitement building. "Should I get a condom-" The beeping sound he heard cut off his words. She already hung up.

Rex grinned. "Alright boys, wrap things up here. I gotta go see my lady."

"You only smile like that when it's one woman. The caller was The Torturer, right, boss?" one of his men, Dorn, asked.

"You got that right, Dorn. I'm outta here."

Dorn pursed his lips and shook his head. "You might be a killer, boss, but you hold no candle to that woman. I don't know how you can sleep with a woman like that. She might be beautiful, but when I think about who the devil would be if he were a woman, it's always her image that comes to mind." He shivered. "That woman is all iron. All ice. I'm surprised your dick hasn't frozen over."

Rex snorted and strode past his second-in-command, saying nothing. He couldn't tell them the truth between his arrangement with The Torturer because it would only hurt his pride. Dorn was right about one thing, though.

Tesiera Rinderson, also known as The Torturer, was made of iron. She was all metal that nothing-no man or woman-could ever penetrate her defenses enough to reach her.

He would know because he had been trying for three years. And failing woefully.

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Tesiera earned more than enough money from her job to afford the luxuries of life. She had a penthouse apartment, fully furnished and luxurious. But she barely stayed in it; she was always going on missions. Some of her jobs would require her to travel across the world and make her stay at locations for weeks simply observing before she would strike.

Her handler always had one job or another for her, but Tesiera was a picky worker. She chose her missions according to the most dangerous because she loved challenges. She didn't give a shit about the law, legality, or what was right and wrong. Tesiera did what she wanted, however she wanted.

Tonight was one of those few nights she slept at her home and after a hard day's job, she felt tensed and needed to unwind. Which was why Rex was lying on the couch and she was straddling his face.

"God, you're so sexy," Rex mumbled against her pussy, skillfully running his tongue around the folds of skin, sucking and teasing her clit, all the way down to the entrance of her core.

"Don't go further than that," she commanded.

Rex obeyed instantly by curbing his wandering tongue. Though, it was worth a try. If there was one thing he had learned in all the times she'd used him to get off, it was one crucial fact; The Torturer detects penetration of ANY kind.

She thrust forward, holding his head still the way she wanted him and began riding his face the way she wanted to. He licked, raved and sucked her expertly until her movements lost uniformity and her breathing changed before she peeked over the edge.

A deep breath left her lips as she straightened and pulled away from him. He straightened too, her juices dripping from his mouth, and smiled in satisfaction. "Ah, that felt too good."

Rex was Teisiera's favorite currently among her array of playthings, comprising of different men and women. Like most of them, Rex was a killer she'd made acquaintance with three years ago. He was frequent, and she called for him more often than the others.

"You taste so good," Rex said, licking his lips. He was past the stage where it bruised his ego that he could never get her to really moan or cry out or scream during their oral play.

She wasn't a noisy woman; the most he'd heard from her was a grunt and a hiss as she came. Mostly, he knew she was enjoying it by the change in her breathing. That was just the kind of woman Tesiera The Torturer was, and he'd made peace with it.

She arranged her clothes methodically, her face hard like granite. You'd never associate her with someone who just rode someone's face like it was her playground. "Leave."

Hell, not this again. He needed to come. "Um, I was hoping you'll let me take you to bed..."

"Leave." Tesiera eyed him, his refusal to obey her command irking her as well as the fact that he made her repeat it.

"Please, Siera, you're so beautiful and sexy. I want to fuck you, please," he practically begged her, and he was ready to do anything-literally anything-to make that happen. The thought of fucking her had kept him awake at night more times than he cared to admit.

"Why do you ask for the impossible? No man fucks me, Rex. I don't bend over for any man. Ever. I do the fucking, never the other way around. So, unless you're ready to bend over this couch for me, you'd better leave my sight," she stated, looking him dead in the eyes.

"You know I'm not into that," Rex whined and pouted his lips.

"Don't make me repeat myself again."

"Okay, what about a blow? I'll take a blow. I want a blow, pleaaase," he was quick to add. The anticipation was beating at him. Tesiera was as skilled with her mouth as she was with torture weapons.

No one would look at him now and peg him to be the lethal assassin he was. He would keep whining until she gave in, and Tesiera couldn't just kill the guy because he was actually among the few people she actually liked. "Take off your pants," she ordered.

Rex had never taken his pants off so fast in his life. He stood naked, his dick coated in precum.

"Get into that room." She pointed behind her. "Get on the bed and spread your legs for me."

His smile dimmed. Spread his legs? What the heck? Rex would have protested if he wasn't so aroused, so he did as she commanded and headed for the bedroom.

In the bedroom, she climbed in with him, got into the space in between his spread legs, and before Rex could say in a word, her head dipped and she took him deep into her mouth. He let out a raspy groan at his entrance into her warm and welcoming mouth.

Her tongue drew imaginative patterns on his tip, as she glided around it and went further down his dick with calculated strokes and skill. And after a while of teasing, she increased her pace and took him in further, until he was touching the back of her throat. Then she simply held him there and sucked him so damn good that Rex was howling and twitching in pleasure, his hands trembling and his toes curling. He was in heaven.

She didn't let go until he was tipped over the edge and she swallowed his release reluctantly. Then she straightened and wiped the smeared side of her mouth with the back of her hand. Rex laid there, reveling in his aftermath. So languid, he could feel sleep hovering.

"Get out."

"What?" Rex's eyes shot open and met with those sinister eyes of hers. She had been generous with him today, making him come. He didn't want to anger her. He pushed himself up from the bed. "Can I get a moment to put on my jeans?" He picked up his pants from the floor.

Tesiera shook her head, pointing toward the door.

Rex nodded and started walking out of the room, half naked. He was about to open the door but paused, turning around to face Tesiera. "Um, do you think I can spend the night?"

So quick that she was almost a blur of movement, she withdrew her tiny, panty-knife from the pocket of her panties and threw it at him.

The knife made contact with his thigh, and he grunted. His eyes widened at the very tiny knife that stuck to his thigh and the blood that flowed. "Fuck!"

She walked forward and ruthlessly pulled the knife, taking her weapon back. The fact that her precious knife was bloody made her scowl harder. Then she pinned him with furious eyes and said through gritted teeth. "The next time I say walk, you run. Am I making myself clear?"

"Yes, ma'am. "

She took his hand and shoved the knife into his palm. "Have her cleaned out and returned to me tomorrow morning."

"I will, ma'am"

"Get out."

Rex practically ran out of her bedroom. Within seconds, she heard the front door open and close.

Tesiera turned, walked to the bathroom, and slammed the door shut.