de A’mor/Black Widow/1 Marissa de A’mor
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Black Widow By: Marissa de A’mor
Chapter One
“Oh, yes!! Fuck me harder!” She threw her head back as she rode him like a bucking bronco. The man beneath her could barely breathe as he thrust his cock up into her, deeper every time. She bounced and screamed, begging for more. “Faster, baby, faster!” She couldn’t bear it any longer. Her body shook and the man moaned as he shot his hot juices into her. She collapsed on his chest, his cock still in her dripping pussy. His breathing became more shallow as she lay on top of him. He couldn’t catch his breath long enough to slow his pounding heart. She could feel his panic as she raised her head to look into his eyes. Her lip curled up ever so slightly as she looked into his glassy stare. She heard him gasp for air. She sat up on his limp cock, still fixed on his face. “Is it getting harder to breathe for you, baby?” The man stared back at her, his eyes wide as saucers as he continued to gasp for air. “This is what happens when you piss off the wrong people. They send the Black Widow to make it all better.” He opened his mouth as though he wanted to protest, but she placed her slender, red manicured finger over his lips. “It will only be worse if you talk. Just listen.” Her curved lips turned to an evil and cynical smile. “In a few more seconds you’ll take your last breath, but before you do,” she took her camera phone out of her purse that had been strategically dropped beside the bed.
de A’mor/Black Widow/2 “Smile for the camera.” The man took one final gasp, and then died. Black Widow snapped the picture and got off him. She stepped into the hotel bathroom and got dressed. She went back to the bed and wiped off her finger prints. She didn’t have to worry about leaving any DNA because she always wore a wig and sported a shaved pussy. She sat on the edge of the bed and slipped into her thigh high spiked black boots. After walking to the desk, she picked up her keys and left the room. At her home office twenty minutes later, she booted her laptop. Viper, it’s done. Black Widow. Once the photo was attached, she hit send.
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Reyna had spent the following Monday afternoon shopping. She loved to spend money, and since she made so much of it, there was always a shopping spree looming in her immediate future. She had all the latest style clothes and shoes, and spent small fortunes on her handbags. The life of luxury suited her well. She wasn’t a snob, but was a very private person. She liked to be seen, but never remembered. Her spree ended sooner than she planned.
Her cell phone flashed a text message
informing her of an email waiting for her on her encrypted laptop. She gathered all her shopping bags and walked out of the mall into the warmth of the Florida evening. The ocean breeze crept past her as she headed across the parking lot to her old ’88 blue Chevy Blazer, then drove a few miles from the mall to her home off Collins Avenue. Right next to the beach, she owned a penthouse apartment. In the secured lower level parking garage, she parked next to her black Porsche Boxter. Reyna picked up her purse and climbed out. Walking around to the trunk of the blazer, she pulled out the briefcase with her laptop and headed into the building. With her sunglasses on as she walked through the lobby, she nodded a hello to the security guard sitting at the circular desk near the main entrance. On the 25th floor, the doors slid open and she stepped out. penthouse apartments on that floor, hers and Greg Randall across the hall.
There were only two
de A’mor/Black Widow/3 Mr. Randall was a self made millionaire, and he was only thirty-five. Reyna liked that about him, but wasn’t too sure what he had done to make the millions. The two exchanged pleasantries on occasion in the elevator in the mornings on his way to work, even though she always tried to keep a low profile. There was always close observation on her part when in his presence, even if only for a brief moment. He was a very handsome man for an American. He was the typical blond, blue-eyed Adonis with broad shoulders and a tight ass. Reyna found him to be very easy on the eyes. Reyna stepped into her empty apartment and flipped on the light in the foyer. Never leaving the blinds opened, there was always a calming blindness that welcomed her home. The dark comforted her and concealed her, like a shroud of mystery. The light from the chandelier reflected off the newly marbled floors, and dimmed when it reached the entryway to the living room a few feet away. Reyna made her way through the apartment toward the second bedroom, which served as an office space for the small business she ran from home. Connecting her laptop to her printer and cable internet, she placed it on her desk. While it booted up, she went to her bedroom to change out of her clothes, and locked up the 9mm that could always be found in her hip holster. Reyna’s bedroom was another extension of herself. Almost like a side of her that no one ever saw. It was exotic and sensual. Her four post bed was the center of attention, with its natural wood and carvings. Reyna was a lover of mythology and the Greek gods. The male body always fascinated her to no end. Her bedroom and furniture reflected that. There was an extreme feel of sensuality within those walls, and the soft, soothing colors she chose throughout gave off the relaxing atmosphere she aimed for. There were shades of blue, purple and reds surrounding the room, and on the walls she chose a soft pink. In the center of the room hung a candelabra chandelier, which was illuminated by candles. Sitting on the soft purple spread, she slid out of her clothes and undergarments, and slipped into an oversized black t-shirt. Even beneath the large shirt, her curves and large breasts were prominent. Being tall and leggy, the shirt settled just below her bottom. She padded back to the office and sat at her desk to check her emails. Reyna entered her passwords and encryption keys to unlock her inbox. As usual, there was a message waiting for her.
de A’mor/Black Widow/4 Reyna opened the message and read… Black Widow, requesting your expertise to handle a certain matter in Manhattan. Please advice me of your schedule. We need an immediate resolution. I expect to hear from you soon. Viper. “Geez Viper,” she commented aloud. It seemed her work was never done. Viper always had another job for her to do. It had only been a few days since the last one. It had drained her, but it would be stupid to refuse the money. Reyna was paid too well to take care of his business for him. Even with his agent fee, she was still making out like a bandit. Besides, it kept her cozy in her penthouse and gave her the money for her Porsche. She liked living the easy life. So how could she complain, or refuse any request from Viper? Reyna crossed her leg and took in a breath before she typed her reply. So nice to hear from you again, Viper my darling. Who’s the target and why? Send me all the usual specs. Once I have the information, I’ll send through my fee. Tenderly yours, Black Widow. She liked to be flirtatiously sweet, but not seductive. There was no need to give him the wrong impression; although there were times she wondered what it would be like to have him for a night or two. The thought of ravaging him for the mere pleasure sent chills down her spine. Reyna was never a quiet wall flower, but made sure everyone thought she was. Her job was to take care of the people who gave Viper’s clients problems. In a way, she was the clean up crew. Reyna was the world’s top assassin. Everyone wanted to get her, but no one knew who she really was, not even Viper. Known only as Black Widow, she was contacted through encrypted emails. Her cell phone was also encrypted, but Viper had calling capabilities if necessary. No one knew where she lived, or knew anything about her. She drove around in a car a person making a little over minimum wage could afford so as not to draw too much unwanted attention. Playing the part of a nobody was very easy, but there were days she needed the feel of her Porsche. There were plenty of fancy sports cars on the roads of Miami Beach, but hers had custom extras that would break a law or two if she ever got pulled over. Reyna sent the email, but didn’t feel like sitting around to wait for the response. She was hungry. It had been a long day. She rose from the chair and went to the kitchen. That was one of her favorite rooms of the apartment. It was a huge space with oak cabinets and a center
de A’mor/Black Widow/5 island. It had stainless steel appliances and marbled counter tops. The girl knew how to spend her extra earnings. She definitely loved living in the lap of luxury. Her job made that all possible. Opening the side by side fridge, she pulled out leftover Chinese from the night before. Mr. Randall had over ordered for himself again, so he’d knocked on her door and left the containers on the doorstep. He knew Reyna was a private person, and he didn’t want to invade that. He took it upon himself to leave small gestures here and there. Reyna accepted them with an inner smile and returned the favors every so often as well. After all, she wasn’t always a hard assed bitch; she was just a killer for hire. Reyna went back to the office, food carton and chopsticks in hand. There was a reply flashing at her on the screen when she settled back into her leather chair. She clicked her mouse and opened the page. Sweet talking me isn’t gonna get you out of this one. My client asked for you by name. I attached all the specs for you. I’ll be calling you later tonight to get your answer. Leave your cell on! Viper. “Smart ass,” she laughed at her screen. If nothing else, Viper was good for a laugh or two. “Now, let’s see what we’ve got.” Reyna opened the attachments and hit the print button. Reading from the computer screen was a pet peeve. It was much easier on paper. Besides, she was very organized and liked to take her own notes in the margins. Some called it anal, Reyna called it thorough. Reclining in her executive office chair, Reyna skimmed through the pages as they printed. More attention would be given to them when they were complete. She just liked to take a glance at it all as it spewed out of the printer, just to get the name and face of who she would be dealing with. The pages were a criminal file. Reyna furrowed her eyebrows and read more closely, slightly intrigued. “What the hell is this shit?” She gathered all the pages, making her way to the living room where she flopped onto her soft leather couch. The cell phone was placed on the coffee table for easy access. As she continued to read through the files, she grew more confused. It wasn’t going to be one of her regular hits. Whoever wanted to hire her was out for personal revenge. Every last detail was going to be needed. Reyna didn’t take assignments unless there was a good reason to dispose of the person.
de A’mor/Black Widow/6 Most of the men and women she went after were drug lords, or foreign mafia or losers that owed big money to the wrong people. Never had it been personal; it was all business. She took on the heavy hitters without a scratch, and liked the adrenaline rush of the danger involved in tracking and catching them. It was her high in life; well, that and the great sex. Reyna finished reading just as her phone rang. “What the hell is this, Viper?” “Well, hello to you too, doll face.” Viper’s sarcasm resonated through the small phone. “If this is a joke, I’m not laughing. What kind of assignment is this?” Reyna couldn’t hold back the distrust she felt about the assignment. There was something not right, but she couldn’t figure out what it was. “Look,” he began. “I know this isn’t your usual stuff, but I know this guy personally. I swear it’s on the up and up.” “I need more than that,” she was getting anxious. “Who is this friend of yours, and why does he want,” she flipped through the file for the name, “…Marcus Bernal dead?” “Calm down. You’re getting your panties in a wad over nothing.” Reyna cleared her throat, and lowered her voice to almost a whisper. “I’m not wearing any panties.” “God, I hate you. Why do you do that shit to me?” She could hear him speaking through clenched teeth.
She laughed at his sudden
frustration. “Because I can. You’re too easy to tease, babe. Now tell me wassup with this guy.” “Shit,” he mumbled as he started the story. “Apparently, this Bernal guy was the prime suspect in the murder of my friend’s wife. You saw the rap sheet; it wasn’t his first time around the block.” He paused for a breath. “Anyway, he got off on a technicality. The cops fucked up with the evidence they had gathered against him, and my friend is not happy about it. He’s willing to pay you, no matter what your price is.” Reyna sat in silence for a minute. “How did he know to ask for me?” “Come on, babe. Everyone knows you’re the best. He wants the job done with no traces, and no way for any of it to come back to him. He has kids to raise without their mother.” She knew he was trying to appeal to her sensitive side. Reyna had lost her parents at a young age. She knew what it was like to be left alone. “Fine.” She let out a heavy breath of defeat. It wasn’t easy to say no to Viper. He had a voice to die for, and a body that didn’t quit. How did she know? She’d tracked him once. She needed to know what the man who called her
de A’mor/Black Widow/7 looked like. She was not disappointed, but she never told him she found him. It would ruin the tension they shared on the phone. “Tell him I’ll do it, but it’s gonna be double the last assignment. I have to track the guy before I can pounce. You know the drill.” “Yeah, babe, I know, it’s the thrill of the hunt. I’ll let him know you’re on the way. I’ve sent a credit card to your P.O. Box. Use it for all your expenses. My friend will pick up the tab. I thought up a really cute name for you on that one this time. You’re gonna love it.” Reyna smiled to herself. “One of these days I’m gonna pick my own damn name to use on these damn assignments. Oh, and make sure he realizes I’m very high maintenance. I refuse to stay at some cheap ass hotel. If I’m going to New York, I’m going first class.” “Yeah, yeah, I know. Have fun and call me when you’re through. I’ll be sure to wire half your pay to your account by morning. Do you need anything else?” "Nope, I'm good. Talk to you in a few days." She hung up the phone and rested her head on the back of the couch. She was too tired to move, but she knew she had calls to make before her trip. “Damn, Diego is gonna want to come along on this trip.” She shook her head and rolled her eyes as she dialed her friend’s number from her cell.
de A’mor/Black Widow/8
Chapter Two
“Talk to me,” answered Diego in his deep macho voice. “Diego, mi amor, it’s me.” Reyna leaned back on the sofa as she spoke. “Well, damn, what a waste of the sexy voice,” he laughed. “Wassup, Reyna?” “You should have looked at the ID, dummy. You would have known it was me,” she said as she tried her best not to laugh at her lifelong friend. She knew he didn’t get out often enough to feed his needs. “Yeah, yeah, smart ass. Is there a reason for your call, or did you call just to bust my balls?” Reyna thought a minute before she answered. She could have given him a snide remark, but decided against it. “Can you come over? I need you.” “I didn’t think we were together like that, babe,” he answered playfully. “Get over yourself, stud. I have an assignment and I need your help.” “Geez, woman, didn’t you just get back home?” “Yeah, I know,” she mocked. “Just get over here. This is a big one.” “Fine. You gonna let me in the back way?” “Nope,” she smiled and changed her tone. “I have the new security guard eating out of my hand.” Diego gave a hearty laugh. “I always seem to underestimate you, Reyna.” “I know it. You’ll never learn. See ya in a few,” she said and flipped her phone shut. In her line of work, Reyna couldn’t trust anyone. Diego was the only exception to that rule. They had known each other since her birth in Havana, Cuba. Their parents were close friends and neighbors in their small town. He was the only one she could talk to and ever felt safe with. When Reyna’s parents were killed, she was only sixteen. Diego was eighteen. He vowed to take care of her and protect her. So, of course, when she decided to escape their country and go to America, he helped and left with her. Even then she vowed she would find the person responsible for the death of her parents, swearing she would not rest until she killed him.
de A’mor/Black Widow/9 They’d been a team ever since.
Diego was a self made genius.
He helped with
surveillance, tracking, did all her computer hacking, and even created the mixture for her killer poison. As a bonus, every so often he went on assignment with her. He seemed to enjoy the adrenaline rush as much as she did. Reyna’s thoughts were interrupted by Diego’s secret knock. She never answered her door, so he had to have his own special knock. She knew it was very old school, but it was all she could do to protect her privacy and keep her anonymity. She heard it again as she rose from the couch. One knock, a pause, and two consecutive knocks. Reyna opened the door to Diego’s bright smiling face. “Hey there, sunshine,” he said as he gave her a peck on the cheek, and tried to get past her into the apartment. “Hola, mi amor,” she kissed him back and stepped aside to make room for his large frame. Diego was the typical Hispanic God. He was taller than most Cuban men. At six feet tall, he was built like a Roman fortress. He had long black hair he kept tied at the nape of his neck and onyx eyes that shone in the right lighting. His dark tan and chiseled features only added to his sex appeal. Reyna often wondered why he couldn’t get a woman, and why they were only partners in crime. They would probably make great partners in bed, too. Her imagination ran wild again as she pictured herself riding Diego like a stallion. Bucking wildly in her candlelit bedroom, screaming out in ecstasy. Reyna’s breath caught as the vivid dream tugged at her innermost core. A need overcame her, but she suppressed it for the sake of their friendship. There was no way she would be able to keep the thoughts at bay for much longer. There would come a day when she would have him, and damn it, he was going to like it. Reyna knew she had an addiction to sex. It was something she couldn’t control, and had no desire to control. The fact that the poison she used was accelerated by the adrenaline rush from wild sex was no coincidence. Sex with strangers and watching them die were both orgasmic to her. Because she was a mystery and no one really knew her, it was the only sex she was able to get. Someday she was going to fuck someone hot just because she wanted to, not because she was assigned to.
de A’mor/Black Widow/10 Diego waved a hand in front of Reyna’s face and snapped his finger. “Earth to Reyna, are you in there?” Coming out of her daze, she turned to Diego, “Just a few things running through my mind.” Subconsciously, she licked her lips and eyed Diego as he walked into the living room. There was going to be a definite need to relieve herself after he left her apartment. The ache was too much to bear this time. “So, what’s the new assignment?” he asked as he sat in the recliner across from the couch. Reyna sat cross legged on the couch and explained the assignment. She gave him the file to look at and told him what they needed to do to get the job done quickly. “You may need to come with me on this one.” A smile swept across Diego’s face. “Finally. It’s been forever since you’ve taken me with you, babe.” God help her, she wanted to rape him when he smiled. “I know. I really think it would be better if you’re there with me. I may need something right away, and only you can provide me with what I need.” Her statement had a double meaning, but she hoped he had not caught it. She had never made it known to him that she wanted him as more than just her closest friend. There was no way to know how he would react to that, especially knowing that she fucked men to kill them. It was definitely a downer to know something like that, and Reyna knew it all too well. “Not a problem, babe. When do we leave?” “Tomorrow morning. I want to get there early and get set up,” she paused for a moment. “Can you have the plane and all your equipment ready by then?” “As long as I leave right now I can. You sure don’t give a guy much time to prepare.” “Sorry, but I really wanna get this over with. I’m still tired from the last job I did.” She stretched her arms over her head and rested them behind her neck. Her bare breasts pressed against the soft cotton of her t-shirt. The feel gave her a tingle, causing her nipples to harden almost immediately. Diego’s attention was drawn to her chest, but he looked away before his body had the chance to react. “So, I better get a move on. I need to make a new batch of your poison, and I have to pack all the equipment.” He rose from the recliner and walked toward the door.
de A’mor/Black Widow/11 Reyna stood and followed him. Diego turned to say something else, not knowing Reyna was right behind him. Their bodies were up against each other, close enough to feel her heaving mounds as she breathed. “I’ll call you later,” he managed to exhale, trying to control himself from grabbing her by the hair and kissing her mercilessly. Reyna’s breath caught in her throat at the feel of his body pressed against hers. She could feel the stiffening bulge in his pants pressed up against her womanhood. His warm breath as he spoke sent a shiver of sensation she never felt when on a job. “I’ll be sure I leave the phone on,” she answered breathily. What really ran through her mind was, ‘stay here and fuck me’, but she dismissed the urge. Diego left as quickly as he had arrived. Reyna closed the door and leaned her back to it after it was shut. What the hell was she thinking? Distractions like that could get her killed in the field. There was no denying her desperate need to have him, but how could she let that happen?
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Reyna’s cell phone rang while she was soaking in her hot tub sipping a glass of wine. “What?” “So, are you rude to everyone, or just me?” Viper asked in his sarcastic tone. “Nah, it’s everyone who interrupts me while I’m trying to relax in my tub with some wine. What do you need?” Reyna’s voice, despite the interruption, was still mellow from the wine and hot water. “You’re soaking in the tub?” Viper’s sarcasm had disappeared. “What was that address again?” Reyna chuckled at his obvious need. “Babe, you know better than that. We would lose the mystery if you knew where to find me.” She paused for a moment, evil overtaking her thoughts. “You know, this hot water does feel good on my naked body, though. You’re definitely missing out.” A low rumble could be heard from the other end of the phone.
de A’mor/Black Widow/12 “Why do you have to do that shit to me? Do you know how long we’ve worked together and I’ve never gotten to match that sexy voice to your hot bod? It’s driving me nuts already.” Viper sounded almost desperate as he pled his case. “Viper, you know I can’t trust anyone. I have to protect myself as best I can. If too many people know what I look like, it would get out. Bad guys know how to make people talk, and I would hate for the people who mean the most to me to get hurt.” Reyna stopped her thoughts in shock with herself. Where had all that sensitive crap come from? A hard assed killer didn’t give a shit about anyone. Maybe the fact that she was always so alone was finally getting to her. There was always anger leading her emotions. “Where did all that come from? I had no idea.” Viper was shocked at her outpouring of emotion. “Maybe I have a sensitive side in this hot bod,” she laughed it off. “If you tell anyone, I’ll have to kill you.” Her tone was playful, but deep down she meant it, in a way. “Look, maybe someday, when you least expect it, I’ll pop in and say hello.” “Oh really?” There was intrigue in his voice. “Mm hm, but you’ll be in bed naked at the time.” “Have I told you how much I hate you? This teasing shit plays a number on my appendages.” “Your appendages?” Her laughter could not be contained. “Are you calling me a cock teaser?” “Can we change the subject now? I called you for a reason.” “Yes, dear, what is it?” “I wanted to be sure the credit card was in your box and that you have everything ready to go.” “Yeah, I got the card,” there was a pause. “Now, about the name you picked. What the hell is up with that?” Reyna didn’t want to laugh, but there was a hint of humor in it. “Oh come on, I thought it was genius. What’s wrong with Jane Bond?” Viper laughed at his own play on words. “Nothing I guess. We’ll talk when I get this done. I wanna finish my bath.” “Sure thing, babe, just think of me when you wash all those secret spots under the water.” His voice had lowered to a rumble as he spoke.
de A’mor/Black Widow/13 Evil took over once again. “I’ll be sure to think of you and that sexy voice while I masturbate later, too.” “Fuck! Good-bye,” he hung up the phone immediately after the good-bye. Reyna leaned back in the tub with a smile spread wide across her face. Images of Viper and his large muscular frame invaded her thoughts. Her hands developed minds of their own as she moved them across her perfectly rounded breasts, pinching her hardened rosy nipples. The sensation of the pulling caused her to moan, ever so slightly. She moved her hands slowly down her flat stomach, reaching her smooth pulsating lips. Massaging her clit for a brief moment, she eased two fingers into her feminine folds, sliding them in and out in a rhythmic motion and writhing with each insertion. Her other hand continued to rub her clit, giving her more pleasure than she could endure. All the while, thoughts of Viper and his seemingly huge cock appeared before her, thrusting with all his might. Her movements quickened as she reached her breaking point. Screaming out his name as though he were there, she came at full force, her body quivering in the aftershock. Reyna leaned back in wonder. Would he make her scream out his name at their moment of release? Something deep down told her he would. Her need to have him had intensified. How would she be able to mix business and pleasure? She had never wanted to have sex with anyone, other than to take care of her assignments. She wasn’t sure how to handle the lust she felt for two men.
de A’mor/Black Widow/14 Chapter Three
Reyna slept pretty soundly after her long hot bath. Her mind was still filled with titillating images and dreams. It was no wonder she didn’t hear her phone ring right away. Snapping awake, she reached for her cell on the nightstand. “Yeah?” “I’m heading over to pick you up. I have everything ready, and the plane is good to go.” “Shit, I overslept. I’ll be ready by the time you get here.” She flipped her phone shut and jumped out of bed. Grabbing her suitcase out of the closet she threw a few things into it, then dressed. She ran a brush through her hair and slipped into her tennis shoes. Traveling in comfort was her number one priority. Checking her purse for her fake ID and new credit card, she was ready to go by the time Diego knocked on the door. “You look like shit,” he smiled as he walked into the apartment. “Fuck you, I’ve barely slept in days.” Reyna shut the door and shuffled to her bedroom for her things. Diego helped with her suitcase, and they were on their way. They didn’t want to waste the morning. It was going to take time to settle in and set up once they arrived and checked into the hotel.
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Reyna was no fool. When she traveled on someone else’s tab, there were extra expenses to incur. On her own credit she would stay at a nice place, but on a client’s budget she went first class. Diego pulled their rented car up to the Ritz Carlton in Manhattan. The valet approached and parked the Lincoln Towne car. The pair had changed into business suits and carried themselves to the front desk with a bell hop following close behind. “Welcome to the Ritz, may I help you?” the suited man behind the desk asked. “I certainly hope so,” Reyna began. “I would love to stay in one of your suites. Do you have any available for the rest of the week?” The man curved a smile, “I’ll check our availability for you, ma’am.” He pecked at the keys on his computer, then looked up with an even bigger smile than before. “All we have is our honeymoon suite on the top floor.”
de A’mor/Black Widow/15 Reyna bit her lip and turned to Diego. She eyed him from head to toe before she turned back to the man in the suit. “That would be perfect. I’ll also need you to start a tab for me. We plan to enjoy this marvelous establishment to the fullest.” “I would be delighted, ma’am.” He took the card from her and made her reservation for the honeymoon suite with all the bells and whistles. Looking up from the screen, “Will there be anything else, Ms. Bond?” Reyna stifled a laugh when she heard the name aloud. “No, that should be all for now.” “Should there be anything else, please be sure to ring me here at the desk. My name is George.” “Thank you so much, George,” Diego cut in, taking the room card from him, staring at Reyna in the process. He saw something in her eyes he had never seen before. Was that desire he saw staring back at him? He dismissed the thought as quickly as it had entered his mind. The thought of Reyna wanting him as much as he had been wanting her seemed almost absurd. The pair took the elevator to the top floor of the magnificent hotel. Their suite was on the th
30 floor. It was truly a spectacle of beauty when they entered. The main room was an open space with a living room and half kitchen. Everything was brightly lit by the natural sunlight entering from the open blinds. The plush tan carpet caressed their feet as Reyna crossed the room to close the blinds. Diego gave himself a tour and entered the master bedroom. There was a king sized, heart shaped bed in the middle of the room. Off to the side was a bubbling Jacuzzi with a bottle of champagne chilling beside it. Lavender scented candles surrounded the room and gave a soft welcoming glow. He turned to find Reyna standing in the doorway, admiring the room. “Are you sure this is the suite you want?” There was a slight shake to his voice. “Yes it is. I love the colors in here. It’ll relax me.” Her eyes met with his, a twinge of desire once again took over her mind, temporarily clouding her judgment. “Is there something wrong? Do you not like it?” “Oh, um, I think it’s great.” He turned to look at the room again, focusing on the huge bed he wanted to throw her on. “This will do just fine, Reyna.” Diego moved past her, out of the room. “I better get all our stuff set up. We still have to pinpoint where this guy is, and you need to call Viper to see if he has anymore information. He may be ahead of us and have a location for this Marcus guy.”
de A’mor/Black Widow/16 Reyna furrowed her brow as Diego headed toward the living room. There was confusion in her expression, but she wasn’t sure what to make of it. Could he have noticed the need in her eyes? She certainly hoped not. That would ruin everything. Or would it?
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Diego had everything unpacked and set up within two hours. He had surveillance equipment, his laptop with printer and additional monitors, and of course the case with vials of Reyna’s poison. He tried to keep a few extras, just in case. There was one assignment where one vial wasn’t enough, but luckily Diego had convinced Reyna that she should always have an extra one. Some people just have a stronger immune system than others. Reyna waltzed out of the bedroom wearing nothing but a towel. Since Diego was busy setting up, she figured a nice shower was in order. “Did I leave my cell phone in here?” Diego’s breath caught as he spun in his seat, and came face to face with an almost naked Reyna. “I’m not sure. Maybe it’s on the couch in your purse.” He gestured toward the plush burgundy couch on the far side of the room. Not giving her another look, he turned back to the final adjustments on the equipment. Through the corner of his eyes he saw her body sway as she made her way to the couch. A low rumble shook him from his groin up to his chest. Reyna bent over, flashing Diego her glisteningly smooth womanhood in the process and reached into her purse for her phone. Not aware he had been staring, she stood back up and spun around. “Got it. I’ll call Viper from the bedroom. He doesn’t know you’re here with me. You know how he is.” “Yeah, right, no problem,” Diego tried to keep his cool, but he could feel his voice quiver as he spoke. Reyna walked past him, brushing her leg with his as she reached out and placed her hand on his clean shaven face. There was a spark that tingled from the spot; she felt it when she removed her hand. She couldn’t, however, explain its meaning. Or, perhaps she didn’t want to. “Yeah, babe,” answered Viper. “I’m all checked in and showered.” “See, now why would I need to know you’re showered? Are you gonna invite me over?”
de A’mor/Black Widow/17 “No, just wanted you to know I was nice and refreshed, and laying in this big comfy bed.” Her tone oozed the evil she felt when she talked to him. It was more of a lust and need she felt with Viper, somewhat of a conquest. That in itself was another confusion in her life. Unexplained, to say the least. “Damn it, Rey, why do you have to do that shit to me? It isn’t fair, you know,” he practically whined his disapproval. “Don’t be such a baby. Teasing you is half the fun. Besides, it keeps you on your toes.” “No, what it does is give me a constant hard-on. What the hell did you call me for anyway?” The frustration had turned into a bout of anger. He hated the fact that he wanted her so desperately. Reyna felt bad for a moment, but only for a split second. “I wanted to know if you had anything else on this guy. Manhattan is a big place, and I need a better starting point.” “Yeah, I have some info you can use. I’ll email it over to you now.” He paused in the conversation. “Was that all you needed?” “That will do for now. My needs will have to wait for another time.” Her voice had lowered considerably with her last comment. Viper broke down on the other end. “Can I ask you something?” “Sure, what is it?” “How was your bath last night?” He wasn’t sure where that had come from, but he really wanted to know what transpired in that hot tub after he hung up. Reyna smiled and whispered, “It was quite satisfying, babe. Thanks for the images.” Viper’s breath caught, and a low moan escaped his lips. The thought of Reyna in the tub, thinking of him while she masturbated, did a number on his hardening cock. “You’re very welcome,” was the only response he could give. Vivid images took over his mind as he felt the crotch of his pants tighten even more than before. The things he would let that woman do to him were innumerable. He knew she was a killer, but he didn’t fear that part of her. The fact that there had to be more to her than assignments and killing, intrigued him beyond control. “I’ll call you when I’ve finished the job. Did you wire me my money?” Reyna wanted to change the subject. She heard his breath catch, and the moan sent a shiver down to her core. As much as she enjoyed teasing Viper, there had to be a stopping point as well. There was no need to break him just yet.
de A’mor/Black Widow/18 “Yeah, babe, it’s in your account. He upped the ante and is paying you triple your last job.” “Are you shitting me? Why did he do that?” The excitement was apparent in her voice, but there was also a hint of concern. “He has faith in your ability, and he really, really wants this guy dead.” Who was she to argue that reasoning? “Ok then. I won’t fight it. It’s his money. I’ll call you in a few days.” Without waiting for any further response, she hung up her phone. Reyna stood from the bed and removed the towel from around her curvy body. It dropped to the floor just as Diego walked in. There was nothing she could do to cover her nakedness, so she stood there and crossed her arms beneath her full, rounded D’s. “Don’t you know how to knock?” She took in a breath as her nipples hardened from Diego’s stare. “I...uh...was gonna ask if...uh...” he turned his back to her, not wanting to stare any further. “You were hungry? I thought maybe we could get some room service or something.” “That sounds good. You know what I like, order me something good.” Reyna stepped into the closet to look for some clothes as she watched Diego hot tail it out of the room. The way he had looked at her made her quiver. It was a different kind of adrenaline rush, one she was not accustomed to feeling. What was wrong with her? What happened to the heartless bitch? Was she evolving into someone else, someone with feelings? She could not allow this to happen. Her career and her life would suffer for it.
de A’mor/Black Widow/19 Chapter Four
Room service came and went. Diego and Reyna devoured their food in silence. “Does your laptop have my encryptions on it? I need to check for Viper’s email.” “Actually, I grabbed yours for you. It’s next to the desk in its case.” Diego pointed to where he had left it. Reyna opened the case and booted her laptop. There was no time to waste. They needed to get moving on finding this guy so they could go home. She was still tired from her last job. At least this time she had some company. Entering her codes, she read the email. Reyna, attached is all the current info we have on our soon-to-be-dead guy. He should be easy to track since he seems to be a creature of habit. Do your thing, babe. Hard as a rock for you, Viper. Shaking her head at the screen, all she could do was laugh. How she loved to tease that man. Someday she would have to come through on her threats to show up on him while he slept. The thought sent a chill down her spine. “Viper sent through the information we need. Do you want me to send it to your laptop?” “Yeah, sure, that’ll be great,” he responded, trying his best not to look her in the eye. Diego still felt the sensation of seeing her naked. How could she not try to cover herself? Did she like that he looked at her? “Fine,” Reyna rolled her eyes and turned back to her laptop. “Be sure to run all the usual traces. I wanna get on this tomorrow.”
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“Reyna, Reyna, wake up.” Diego gently shook the sleeping beauty. Reyna turned onto her back, but didn’t wake up. “Mmm...Diego...Don’t stop...” she moaned in her slumber, unaware the he was sitting on the edge of her bed. Diego practically leapt off the bed, caught completely off guard by her apparent dream. He didn’t know what to do, but he knew he needed to wake her before she gave him a hard on. “Reyna, you need to wake up.” His voice was a little louder.
de A’mor/Black Widow/20 To no avail, her dream continued and her back arched at the pleasure she seemed to be receiving. “Faster, papi, faster.” It was practically a scream as she reached the boiling point in her vivid dream. “Holy shit.” Diego couldn’t stand anymore. His member had begun to rise to the occasion. He turned to leave the room before she woke up to find his hard cock in her face. There would have been no way to explain that away. Before he cleared out, Reyna woke and sat up. “Diego!” She sounded surprised. Her face was still flushed and her breathing was erratic. “What are you doing in here?” Diego cursed under his breath, but didn’t turn around. His muscles were still too tense. “I was trying to wake you, but you were, um, too sound asleep. I was gonna give you another few minutes.” He cursed again, knowing she was going to see right through that cover up. Reyna took a breath to regain her composure. The dream had seemed so real, and then there was Diego in the bedroom. She felt him looming over her, but swore it was the dream. “Well, I’m awake now.” Pulling the covers higher to cover her heaving bosoms, she sat up and gave a sheepish smile. “It can wait. I’ll put on some coffee.” It really couldn’t wait, but he wasn’t about to turn around and flash his stiff rod at her. Diego rushed out of the room. Minutes later, Reyna stepped into the small kitchen for a cup of coffee, wearing nothing but a big white t-shirt. It was too thin to really cover anything. Her dark rosy nipples tried desperately to poke through the material. “What did you need to tell me before?” she asked as she turned to Diego. “I had some good news about the trace I did on Marcus’ credit card,” he answered, trying to keep his focus on her face and not on her perky breasts and hard nipples. It took all he had not to lean over and nibble on them till she screamed out his name. “Great, what did you find out?” “Well,” Diego rose from the kitchen chair, and went over to the computer. “You’re not gonna believe this, but our guy is in the same hotel.” With sheer delight plastered on his face, he spun from the screen to face her. “Are you kidding me? That just seems too easy.”
de A’mor/Black Widow/21 “I know, but how sweet is that? I have the room number and everything. I hacked into the hotel computer. All we have to do is watch for when he leaves and I can get a camera in there, and some sound. It’ll be a snap.” Diego snapped his finger for the full affect. Shaking her head yet again, she looked over at him. “Since when do we do wire a place up before a hit?” She furrowed her eyebrows, a sudden thought dawning on her. “I get it, you just wanna watch. You really need to find a girl and get laid.” “Look, I just thought it would be a good idea. This is no Mr. nice guy. He has a long ass wrap sheet, and he’s killed...” Reyna just stood there, arms crossed, and stared. “What the hell are you smoking? What do you think I do for a living? I’ve been able to handle the worst without a scratch, so get over it.” He was being way too overprotective, and she couldn’t understand why. That had never been an issue before. Diego wasn’t listening to her. He was going to handle the situation his way whether she liked it or not. “He has a pretty routine daily schedule, according to the charges on his card.” He took the copies off the printer and read aloud. “He has breakfast in the hotel restaurant, then goes to the pool and drinks most of the afternoon. In the evening, he dines in the hotel, and then hangs out in the bar. Simple.” “Way too simple, but it’s good enough for me. So, he should be out by the pool now, right?” “Yeah.” “Perfect, I’ll get my swimsuit on and head out there. Might as well try to get his attention now so it’s easier to get to him at the bar tonight.” Reyna stood and went to the bedroom to get ready for her relaxing afternoon by the pool. This was going to be one of the easiest assignments she ever had. Reyna was finished and out the door within minutes. She didn’t want to waste any good sun time. It had been ages since she had been able to just lay out and relax. Once she was gone, Diego set to work. Grabbing a micro camera and microphone, he set out to Marcus Bernal’s room on the 15th floor. He had already made a copy of the key card, so getting in was not an issue. Maid services had finished on the floor. Stepping out of the elevator, he walked down the hall to room 1598, and slid the card in the lock. A click was heard and the little green light on the handle flashed. In he went, undetected.
de A’mor/Black Widow/22 The room was a little larger than a regular hotel room, but still set up the same way. There was a queen sized bed in the center with a night stand on either side. By the back window stood a small table with two chairs. Then, of course, at the foot of the bed was a dresser with a TV on top. Luckily the dresser was one with a mirror attached to it. Diego took the miniature camera and set it up at the top of the mirror, facing directly at the bed. The colors blended in naturally, disguising the tiny lens. He placed the sound bug beneath one of the night stands, and he was through.
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Out by the pool, Reyna chose a lounge chair that faced everyone around her, as well as those coming into the patio. She didn’t want to miss a beat. Quickly scanning the area as she spread her towel, she noticed that Marcus had not arrived yet. If Diego’s assumptions were correct, the man was probably still having breakfast. She reached for her cell to be sure. “Did you go to the restaurant to look for our guy?” “Sure did,” he replied in a whisper. “He’s trying to make a pass at the waitress, but she ain’t having any of that.” Diego laughed at Bernal’s feeble attempt. “Ok, thanks. I’ll keep an eye out for him. He should be out here soon enough,” she shifted the phone to the other ear, as she made herself comfortable. “What are you going to be doing?” “I’ll just hang out in the room and watch TV. I’ll see ya back there later.” Diego hung up the phone before Reyna could say anything else. Having grabbed a magazine from the little shop in the lobby, she leaned back and relaxed in the lounge chair. Reyna didn’t want to be too conspicuous. “And there he is, right on schedule,” she whispered into her magazine. Peering over the top, she kept a watchful eye on his every move. Bernal found himself a lounge chair a few feet from Reyna. He was making her job a little too easy, but at least she would get to go home early. Knowing her talent and skill, she would have him alone in his hotel room that same night. Bernal glanced her way, and nodded a hello. Reyna smiled back and plan A was in action. Seizing the moment, he took the smile as an invitation, and moved himself to the lounger next to Reyna. He sat facing her and put out his hand. “Hi, I’m Marcus.”
de A’mor/Black Widow/23 Reyna placed the magazine on her lap, and took his hand. “I’m Diana.” “I noticed you from over there,” he pointed toward the seat he had occupied only moments before. “I’ve never seen such beautiful long black hair.” Reyna wanted to burst into laughter. No wonder the waitress had turned him down. His lines were horrible. “Why, thank you,” she replied in a bubbly voice. “I think it’s one of my best features.” Marcus’ eyes widened, “I beg to differ. You’re quite a beautiful package all together.” “Oh stop, you’re embarrassing me.” Reyna gave a little giggle as she playfully slapped his knee. Although it may have been overkill, she wanted to be sure she could hook him. “I didn’t mean to,” Marcus smiled.
“So, do you live around here or are you
vacationing?” “I’m here sight seeing. I was tired of sitting around and not spending all the money my husband left me when he died. Bastard had it all stashed away,” she paused to see his reactions. Marcus was suddenly more attentive than before. “I’m sorry, I barely know you and I’m complaining already.” “No, no, that’s fine. We could talk about it over dinner and drinks this evening if you’d rather.” “That would be lovely.” “I could swing by and pick you up around 7.” “How about I stop by for you. Let’s dare to be different. Who says the man has to pick up the woman.” Reyna smiled sweetly. “It’s a date then. I’m in room 1598.” Reyna gathered her things and stood from the lounger, “I’ll see you then.” “Leaving so soon?” “I have a few things planned for the day, but I’ll see you at 7 sharp. Don’t you worry,” she leaned down and gave him a peck on the cheek. Reyna could feel his glare as she walked away. Men were so easy to manipulate and seduce. She loved her job, especially when it was such a breeze. Now all she had to do was get all her gear ready for her date. Diego said he had brought the poison, so that was one less worry for her.
de A’mor/Black Widow/24 Chapter Five
Dressed in a tight black leather mini skirt and black halter top, Reyna knocked on Marcus’ door promptly at seven. Black stilettos and blood red lipstick topped her ensemble. Hanging from her shoulder, she carried a small black purse with her lipstick, some cash, and of course, her vials of poison. Strange innards for a woman’s purse indeed. She was definitely dressed to kill, literally. “Wow, you look amazing.”
Marcus observed as he opened the door to his room.
“Would you like to come in?” The man tried too hard. “Not right now, but maybe after a few drinks.” She flashed a smile of reassurance, really hoping he fucked better than he tried to pick up women. Then again, with lines like his, maybe he had no experience. Reyna cringed at the thought. “Well then, let’s get to those drinks.” He stepped out of the room and shut the door behind him. They ate their meals and Marcus, being the gentleman, paid for dinner. Not much conversation went on; it was mostly him talking about himself, and his job as a traveling salesman. It was an excruciating evening for Reyna, but the alcohol numbed her senses enough to ignore the boredom. The lounge was designed to double as a club. There was a large dance floor in the middle, and great music pumping from the speakers. Marcus led them to a booth in the corner, looking out at the patrons dancing. Everything was plush red and black. They ordered their drinks and continued their conversation. Reyna was never afraid of giving too much information because it wasn’t like the guys were going to repeat it afterwards. It was almost a way of releasing her tensions of the past, like therapy. “So, what do your parents do?” Marcus had just finished a long winded story about his parents, the fabulous attorneys. Reyna assumed they were the ones who found the loophole to get him off for murder. “My parents were killed when I was sixteen.” His eyes widened, “Wow, how come? I mean, what did they do for a living?” There was morbid curiosity behind his concerned gaze.
de A’mor/Black Widow/25 “They worked for the government in Cuba. One day they were betrayed and killed by someone close to them.” Seemingly interested, he asked, “Do you know who it was?” Reyna gave an inner sigh before she answered. She rarely spoke of her parents, but decided to answer since he had asked. “No, I’ve been hunting for him ever since that day.” It was all too true. Between assignments, she was constantly on the hunt for the man who betrayed and killed her parents. It was also the reason she became an assassin. There was, and still is, a lot of anger and hatred within her. Had she not taken the job to kill for money, she would have gone on rampages. Almost like a vampire’s need to feed on blood to survive, so was her addiction to the hatred in her heart. She honed all her fighting and killing skills for her parents’ murderer, but they had served her well in her job as well. Diego was a salvation to her in all the turmoil. Had he not been by her side all these years, she could have wound up dead some time ago. The question and answer session continued through three more drinks each. By that time, Reyna was ready to get the show on the road. “You know, I don’t want to sound too forward, but drinking makes me a little,” she batted her eyelashes, and pretended to be embarrassed by her next words. “You know.” He caught her meaning almost instantly. “I know what you mean. It makes me a bit, you know, too.” There was a short pause in his conversation and thoughts. “So, did you want to finish these in my room?” Most of his words slurred together. “I think that would be a great idea.” Reyna rose from the plush seat. Marcus stood and guided her to the elevators with his hand at the small of her back. The slight touch shot tingles of pending sex through her body. This was her favorite part of the assignment. Her insatiable sexual appetite made her job worth doing. It was exhilarating to her, sex with different partners with no consequence or commitment. Marcus handed Reyna both drinks when they reached his room so he could open the door. While he was fiddling with the card in his slightly drunken state, she was able to slip a vial out of her purse and pour it into his drink. She spun the glass in circles to be sure it mixed in. “Here we are,” he said as he held the door opened and stepped aside for Reyna to enter first.
de A’mor/Black Widow/26 Walking across the room to the small table by the window, Reyna placed his glass down. Raising an arm, her drink in hand, “How about a toast before we’re too engrossed by the evening?” Marcus smirked, a glow of animal lust on his face, “What do you wanna toast to?” He picked up his drink and raised it next to Reyna’s. “To getting to know each other better,” she clinked her glass with his. “I’ll drink to that.” Instead of sipping his drink after the toast, Marcus chugged the rest of the liquid in two gulps. Reyna watched as the alcoholic beverage and her precious poison were ingested. It was a clear, tasteless venom that was disguised well in alcohol. Her lips curled slightly at the heavenly sight. It always gave her a rush to know the fun was only beginning. Placing her glass on the table, she moved herself closer to Marcus, took his glass from him, and placed it on the table beside hers. “Are you ready?” There was lust in her eyes and seduction in her voice. “For what?” “For the ride of your life.” Reyna hooked her fingers in the waistband of his pants and pulled him to her, planting her full red lips on his. Parting his lips with her tongue, she demanded entry and response. Marcus was on an agenda as well. He took her in his arms, and lifted her off the floor. His tongue darted in and out of her mouth, demanding as much response as she did. Reyna seized the moment, hoisting herself up, and wrapping her legs around his waist. She could already feel his mighty rod rising to the occasion. The bulge in his pants was undeniable between her legs. Having hitched up her skirt to get her legs around him, his tightening pants rubbed the thin lace of her thong. A low rumble escaped Marcus’ lips, which were still engulfed in her kiss. He moved his hands to Reyna’s rounded ass so he could hold her up better, and moved her gently, in up and down motions, so that her body could rub on his straining cock. Reyna pulled away from his lips, and ripped off his shirt. Beneath it was the smoothest chest she had ever seen. He was thin and strong, his muscles sculpting his small frame. She ran her hands over his chest, causing his nipples to harden at her touch. Lowering her head, she flicked each one with her tongue.
de A’mor/Black Widow/27 The sensation caused him to suck in a breath. He bit his lower lip, and gazed into her eyes. Marcus turned his body slightly, and headed toward the bed. He lay her down gently, but then reached over and pulled her clothes from her body. Leaving her in nothing but her laced thong and stilettos, he dropped his pants to the floor. He had gone commando that night in the hopes he would get laid. The animal in him was unleashed. Pushing her onto her back, he hovered over her. “I bet that pussy tastes as good as your kisses.” “It’s all yours to find out,” she whispered in a low breathy tone, almost daring him to go down on her. Her words sent fire through him. Moving in for another kiss, his hand reached down into her thong. He felt her tense as his fingers found her feminine folds. She was already wet with anticipation. In his carnal need he found her cave, and thrust two fingers inside her. Reyna gasped, but pulled him closer to her. Despite his easy entry, she spread her legs further to give him more access to her aching pussy. She could feel her juices already flowing in an uncontrollable river. His fingers continued their penetration as he kissed her harder and deeper. Moving his face from hers, he could see the pleasure on her face. “You’re so wet and tight.” Marcus continued to shove his fingers in and out of her with a fury. “Mm... I want more than your finger inside me,” she could barely speak. His thrusting was getting harder every minute. “Not until I’ve had a taste of you.” Without moving his fingers from inside her, he lowered his body until his face was between her legs. He tore the thong off with his free hand, and stared at the tattoo she had strategically placed right above her lips. Marcus paused, fingers still within, “What is that a tattoo of?” Reyna didn’t want to ruin the moment, but answered despite herself, “It’s a black widow spider.” “Oh,” that was the last thing he said before he lowered his head and kissed the spot where the tattoo dwelled. He suckled the spot for a moment, then placed his tongue between her lips. The fingers stopped their motion so that he could lower himself and grab onto her smooth tanned thighs. Spreading her legs further apart, he dove into her pussy like a starving animal. He lapped up every drop of nectar, and flicked her clit feverishly with his tongue. Feeling her writhe beneath his expert lashings, he drove his tongue inside her.
de A’mor/Black Widow/28 Reyna squealed at the sudden invasion from his tongue. Her body shook with pleasure, and she moaned in delight. “Mm... I want... uhh... you inside me... now.” She could barely get all the words out, but the demand in her tone was evident. Marcus looked up at her with a glazed face, “Tell me you want me to fuck you... tell me.” He shoved his fingers inside her again, thrusting and probing, practically forcing the words out of her. Intoxicated by the feeling he was giving her, she screamed out his demand. “Fuck me, Marcus!” There was nothing like a man who was a little rough. Sometimes she enjoyed that, other times she was the dominator. With what seemed like the speed of light, he was on top of her again. The head of his thick cock rubbed the lips of her soaked folds. He moved his body up and down, teasing her with the head as he went in for another kiss. Reyna dug her fingers into his back, writhing under him, tasting her sweet nectar still on his lips. “Stop teasing and fuck me already.” Her voice was stern, and her breathing was erratic. All control had been lost, and all she wanted was to feel him deep inside her. The teasing stopped and he forced himself inside her. No guiding was necessary. He was rock hard, and she was dripping wet. The tightness within her was driving him mad. He pounded her into the bed like he was drilling for oil, crushing her beneath his mighty thrusts. Screams of bliss escaped Reyna’s lips as he continued to pound her mercilessly into the soft covers of the bed. “Harder, Marcus, fuck me harder!” The man obeyed her every command, forcing his cock in faster and deeper, approaching his breaking point. His breath became shallow as he came close to his moment of release. Reyna looked into his eyes, a familiar sight within them. She smiled and bit her lip. Her body shook as she too reached her release. They came together, their juices spilling over and over like waves crashing on the beach. He rolled over and lay beside her, still unable to catch his breath. The smile plastered across his face turned to uncertain panic when his breathing got even shallower than before and he couldn’t catch his breath. With his eyes as wide as saucers, he looked to Reyna, hoping she noticed or at least had an answer to his compiling dilemma. Reyna tilted her head, leaning her body up on her right elbow so she could look in his eyes. “Still having trouble catching your breath?”
de A’mor/Black Widow/29 Nodding his head, he tried to speak, but she stopped him before any sound was made. “Shh, talking will only make it worse. I seem to have this affect on the people I fuck on a whim.” Her lips curled into a heartless grin. “You should just relax and let the poison take its final affect.” Marcus’ eyes became wide with horror. Total confusion and panic overtook him. He wanted to say something, but his lack of air made it impossible. “When you piss off the wrong people, they send Black Widow to take care of it. You only have a few more seconds of air left, so...” Reyna stood from the bed and got the camera phone out of her purse. She needed to take her signature photo to send to Viper with her email. Sitting back on the edge of the bed, she pointed the phone, “Smile for the camera.” Out of nowhere, Marcus was able to get a big enough breath of air for a final word before the poison took his life. He looked knowingly into Reyna’s eyes, “I didn’t do it.” A gasp of breath escaped his lungs, and his lifeless body lay motionless on the bed. Marcus’ words echoed in Reyna’s head for a few seconds. Looking at his dead body and glazed over eyes, she leaned in closer to him as though he could hear her. “Everyone says that when they’re faced with their final moments of life. You were already judged. I was just the executioner.” Going about the rest of her business, Reyna made sure to clean up after herself, removing all fingerprints and proof of ever being there. That included cleaning off his rod of her DNA since there had been no time to put on a condom. She left no stone unturned, then gathered her things and left the room. Leaving behind the memory that was, Marcus Bernal.
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Chapter Six
Diego had been watching Reyna’s every move very closely. The only problem was, now he had a hard-on to take care of. Watching Reyna had him practically begging for release. He imagined himself in Marcus’ place, minus the poison of course. The way she told him what she wanted, how she writhed in pleasure. It all came full circle, and made him hornier for her than he already was. Not able to control the urges any longer, he undid his pants, allowing the animal out of its confining cage. That in itself was a relief, but his throbbing cock ached for more attention than just freedom. Diego had to oblige. Leaning back slightly in the chair, he lowered his right hand and wrapped it tightly around the pulsing muscle. The sensation shot through him as he sucked in a deep breath. Keeping his eyes glued to the monitor and watching the look in Reyna’s eyes, he worked his magic. It was as though her pleasure fed his fire. The more Reyna called out and moaned, the more he ached for her. The thrill of watching lose her mind with pleasure was too much for him to handle all at once. A wave of relief overcame him as he closed his eyes for a moments rest. He opened his eyes to find Reyna was already packing her things, and Marcus was dead on the bed. Diego jumped up from the seat and ran to the bathroom. There was no way he was going to let her see him in his present condition. Reyna walked into their room and dropped her purse on the small kitchen table. Walking through to the living room, she stopped at the desk where Diego had the laptops set up. She wanted to send Viper his email. As she sat in the chair, she did a double take at Diego’s screen. “What the...?” The man had done the opposite of what she asked. She was pissed and turned on at the same time. Crossing her arms in front of her, she leaned back in the chair and waited for Diego to emerge from the bathroom. She had heard the water running, so she knew he had to be getting out soon.
de A’mor/Black Widow/31 Diego sauntered out moments later, a fake smile on his face. “Hey there, I didn’t hear you come in.” Panic suddenly rang through him as he noticed she was sitting at the desk, and he had left the surveillance on. “Did you get a good view?” Her tone was indifferent. Wanting to be angry, she couldn’t muster the right tone. It actually gave her a thrill to know he had watched her. “What are you talking about?” Playing stupid wasn’t going to work, but he was willing to give it a shot. Reyna rolled her eyes and pointed at the screen. “There’s no denying it. I just want to hear you admit that you watched me fucking that guy.” Her lips curled up slightly and there was a twinkle in her eyes. The thought of his answer made her pulse quicken and her heart beat faster in her chest. There was no way out of it. “Yeah, I watched you.” Diego felt almost ashamed until he saw the look on Reyna’s face. There was pleasure in her expression. Reyna uncrossed her legs and stood from her seat. Walking toward Diego, she stopped right in front of him. Her chest touched his and her warm breath brushed his lips. “And did you like what you saw, mi amor?” Diego bit his lower lip. The answer was at the tip of his tongue, but could he tell her the truth? Of course he liked what he saw. He’d jerked off to her naked body as it writhed in pleasure. The fact that it was another man was merely a technicality. In his mind’s eye, it was him all along. The tension between them was unbearable. “Every last second.” Reyna wanted to cross the line. She wanted to make Diego hers, but the years of friendship was in her way. The teasing was driving her mad. They were both playing the game, but neither knew where it would lead them. Tempting fate was her specialty and there was no turning back now. Moving closer to whisper in his ear, “Did your cock get hard for me?” As she asked, she took her right hand and gave the front of his pants a squeeze. She’d always wanted to know how much he had. His breath caught in his throat and he moaned at her touch. “Rock solid,” he murmured, breathing in the soft fragrance of her hair. She had removed her black wig. Tendrils of red hair surrounded her face and fell beyond her shoulders. Her chocolate brown eyes saw right through him. “Reyna...”
de A’mor/Black Widow/32 Reyna moved her finger to his soft lips to stop him from speaking. There were no words for what was happening between them. Pressing her body closer, she placed her lips upon his. Gently kissing, and then probing. Her need grew the longer her mouth lingered. Her right hand was still below his waist, massaging his growing erection. Her mind no longer had control over her actions. It was all a need, a lust, a desire. The urges had taken over and there was no turning back now. Diego’s body had melted in her capable hands. His mouth demanding more of what she was offering. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined this day would ever come for them. His heart raced faster every time she grabbed his balls in her hand. How he wished she would rip off their clothes, it was all so confining. He grabbed fists full of hair and pulled her head back away from him, looking into her eyes, seeing the lust. “I want you.” Diego spoke through clenched teeth as he tried to concentrate on his words and not the aching she caused in his pants. Reyna’s eyes widened at his admission. The feeling was mutual, but she was afraid she would lose him. It was a risk she would have to take. “I want you, too.” That was all he needed to hear. He pulled her face back to him and kissed her long and hard. Reyna took a small step back, never removing her lips from his, and unbuckled his pants. Reaching inside, she grabbed hold of his bare cock. It was warm and thick. She felt him tense as she took a tight grip and squeezed. There wasn’t enough room inside his pants for such a beast. She released him and dropped his pants to his ankles. There he stood before her in all his glory. He had removed his shirt while she fondled his package. Releasing him from their kiss, she took another step back to admire his body. She had never seen him naked and wanted to take him all in. Diego was truly a Latin God. His dark muscular skin was perfectly sculpted, right down to the ripples in his stomach. His chiseled thighs brought more attention to his thick eight inch monster. Without hesitation, she removed her own clothes and stood before him. Diego just stared for a moment. It was as though neither knew what to do next. There was admiration in his eyes for the beauty standing before him. His heart welled with emotions, but he couldn’t explain what they all were. Clearing the short distance between them in one long stride, he took her into his arms and lifted her off the floor.
de A’mor/Black Widow/33 She wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed him as he carried her towards the bedroom. As they passed the kitchen, Reyna heard her cell phone ring from within her purse. She pulled from his lips and cursed. “Don’t answer it,” Diego whispered desperately into her ear. He closed his eyes and hoped she would ignore it. Letting out a breath of anguish, she answered, “You know I have to answer it.” “Yeah, I guess you do.” He put her down and let her get to her purse. Moving slowly in the opposite direction, he retrieved his clothes and got dressed. Reyna got her phone out of her purse and answered it, “Yeah.” “Yeah, huh? Shall I assume you got the job done?” Viper’s sarcastic tone resonated through the line. “Couldn’t you wait till you got your email?” There was a bit of anger in her tone. “My client was getting impatient. I needed to know what was going on.” “It’s done, Viper. I’ll send your email now.” She flipped the phone shut without waiting for any further comment. Looking over at Diego, who was fully dressed again, “I’m sorry.” “Me too. I guess it just wasn’t meant to be.” The words echoed in his ears as he walked to his bedroom on the other side of the living room. “Damn it,” Reyna cursed herself. There was nothing left to do but send Viper his email and pack up to go home. The missed opportunity with Diego hovered over her. She refused to admit how much she wanted him, but knew there would be another chance for them at another time. They just had to be patient.
