His Bane - An Assassin Dark Romance (The District Book 2) by Courtney W. Dixon

Author:Courtney W. Dixon [Dixon, Courtney W.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2024-02-23T00:00:00+00:00

A year had passed since Sully made his first kill on my order. Sometimes, I wish I were more like him, having little empathy so I could ignore the guilt that continued to plague me, especially after Sully and I had sex. Killer or not, my past haunted me with memories of dead best friends and young men who would’ve been better off had I never given the kill order on that fateful day. And instead of making Sully’s life better, I took him in and used his losing humanity to become a killer for hire.

And then I fucked him.

I sat in the den, drinking my scotch, the same day as last year, knowing that Sully would come. We never spoke about what we did this time last year, but I knew he wouldn’t forget and that he would be here soon.

Despite my regrets over having sex with him, I had connected to Sully on a visceral level a year ago. I had grown attracted to the young man who had filled out, becoming someone stunning and cunning. And after that night, we grew closer and connected more beyond the sex, and a lot had to do with telling him my story. He was the only one who knew of my past. I fought my feelings for him hard, but it was a lost cause.

My growing feelings for him were the very reason I wouldn't turn him away tonight when he arrived, despite my promise to him the last time that we would never have sex again. What a fool I was to believe I held any power over him. My control was insurmountable, and I knew deep down that the only reason I broke my control was because I wanted him just enough for a taste.

My homosexuality should’ve been denied to me as punishment for my sins, and my best friend’s death was the catalyst for my loss of faith. And I hated myself for a long time until Sully forced me to embrace myself, even if we did it only once a year. I could give him no more. His obsession with me should be stopped, but I couldn’t bring myself to tell him no on my most vulnerable of days, where I dropped my control and allowed myself to feel the guilt and pain.

As I sipped my scotch and listened to opera, instead of slipping into my typical free fall into self-loathing, a strange sort of anticipation filled me. Would he come tonight as he had promised? Most likely. If Sully was anything, he was patient, biding his time. He worked and thought methodically, which made him such a good killer. He also had his moments and needed to blow off steam, whether by toying with his targets or pushing my buttons. Like me, he needed to let go for a while and to feel free with his emotions. Neither of us handled it healthily, but we were killers. We weren’t regular people, which allowed us to understand and accept each other.

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