Hitman Read Online Jenna Rose

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Insta-Love, Mafia, Novella, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 19880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 99(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
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Gage’s voice tickles my ear, causing goosebumps to break out all over my body. “You really are wet, sweet thing. So what would you rather show me? The gallery? Or this juicy peach of yours?”

2

Gage

This can’t be her. It just can’t. Supposed weeks of research into this job and this is the girl? No way. Not based on what I just saw. Or what I’m seeing now…

The most incredible curves and the most seductive lips to ever grace the Earth. I’ve had one hand on her and I’m dying to strip her naked and explore every single heavenly inch of her. She may look like an angel, but she’s awakening the devil inside me. There’s no way this girl’s even old enough to buy her own alcohol, and from the way she mistook what I was saying a moment ago, I’d bet money on her never having even been penetrated before.

I’m already hard as a rock too. Did she feel it when she pushed her hips back against me? She must have.

She let me run my hand down her hip, to her thigh and between her legs with no indication that she wanted me to stop. In fact, she’s giving off every indication that she likes it. That she wants more. And so do I. I’m high off her scent, and every fiber of my being wants to take her with me and make her mine forever.

And I’ve been sent here to kill her.

It’s my job to assassinate this girl, dispose of her body so nobody will ever find her. So she’ll end up as just another missing person on the news, another name to be recorded and forgotten, because that’s what I do. That’s my job.

But because of what I’ve just witnessed, I’m not sure that’s possible any longer.

In my line of work, women are a distraction. In fact, they can be dangerous. I’ve made it a point to stay away from them. Sometimes I slip up. I am a man. But when I do, I make sure there are never emotions involved. Some people may call that cold or even cruel, but it’s life or death with what I do, and I’m not about to risk my mental focus for some woman when it’s not going to work out anyway.

But there’s something going on inside me now as I hold this girl. Sure, there’s the sensation between my legs that’s driving me wild, but there’s something more—something itching in the back of my mind that I just can’t push back. It’s like music playing in the background when you’re trying to do something. Normally you want to go turn off the music and get back to what you were supposed to be doing, but that’s not the case now. Right now, I want to ditch what I was supposed to be doing and focus on her.

“So…would you like that tour, Mr. Gage?” She looks back at me, her eyes so innocent and wide. Christ, how can she be so comfortable around me after what she just saw me do? How can she even trust me? Ever so slowly, I release her. She takes a tiny step forward and turns to face me.

“Just Gage, sweet thing.” Those guys I chased off were Grade-A dickheads, but they weren’t wrong about her tits. They’re absolutely stunning. This whole gallery could be devoted just to her breasts. “No need for the mister.”

“Oh, sorry.” She snort-laughs again, and her cheeks go red. “I can also give you a VIP tour. They normally have to be scheduled in advance and must be paid for. But I think I can make an exception for you.”

She sort of lifts one leg like behind her and winks, attempting to do a cutesy cartoon-girl pose, but she clearly has no idea what she’s doing. Still, for some reason, it totally works on me. She’s trying to be sexy, but she doesn’t even know how, and that makes her even more sexy to me. She’s just so innocent. So pure. Untouched.

Blood rushes to my cock, and I clench my fist to stop myself from rushing her and ripping her clothes off her. Christ, I need to get my shit together and fast.

I nod. “Okay. Let’s do it.”

Billie blinks hard twice, eyes wide, mouth agape. “Let’s do it? Are you…?” She glances around as if someone in this empty gallery will have heard her. “Are you serious? There are security cameras here. I don’t know how long they keep the recordings for or whether they look at them every night, but—”

“The tour, Billie.” I interrupt. “You know? I’ve never been a VIP, but it sounds fun.”

“Oh, gosh,” This time she covers her face with her hands as she giggles with embarrassment. Christ, she sounds so adorable. I can’t even imagine how she’d sound with my nine inches buried deep inside her. “Well, if you will follow me this way, sir. We will begin with our first artist.”


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