The Beast by Jaden Wilkes

little disgusted at his own train of thought. He stretched his long legs and let his mind wander to the time he would confront Sergei and fucking destroy him. His hands clenched and unclenched as he thought about the feel of a knife going into Sergei’s stomach. The grunt he would make when Dimitri twisted it into his gut and poured all his rage into a single act.
    Deep in his fantasy he almost missed the movement on the kitchen monitor. It was just a small flash in the corner of his eye, had he been deeper in the moment of killing Sergei he would have had his eyes closed and missed it.
    Luck, or fate, or the slow grinding gear s of life was on his side. He turned his head and saw something. He stood quickly, leaned in and examined the movement. He thought perhaps he had imagined it and almost turned away when he saw it again. A leg poked out of the bottom of a food cart, one of the same ones he had his meals delivered on three times a day. A woman unfolded from the shelf, rolled over and stood up gracefully. She looked wobbly, like a fawn on uncertain legs. She stretched and turned around, taking in the room. As she moved towards the camera, Dimitri realized he had been holding his breath. He had to see her face.
    She was beautiful. Even on the grainy black and white film her beauty radiated. Black hair, white skin, tiny body, large dark eyes. She was perfect. And she was invading his space.
    His hand hovered over the handset to call the guard at the front, but he hesitated. He saw her walk towards the locked kitchen door and press her ear to it, listening. He was entranced. She was the first woman in his apartment who wasn’t on the payroll. He hung the handset up and thought about what this meant. Clearly she had been sent to kill him, she was after the bounty.
    He strode from the room with purpose, intent on finding this girl before she found him. He clicked open the security door and slipped into the dining room off the kitchen. He paused at the door connecting the two and heard her exclaim on the other side. He assumed she had tripped on something in her unfamiliar surroundings. This boded well for Dimitri, highly effective assassins didn’t often bump into things.
    He opened the door carefully, to determine where she was. She had her back to him, she was bent over rubbing her shin and completely unaware of him approaching her from behind.
    She stood up as Dimitri reached for her. He was balanced on the balls of his feet, as silent as his entrance had been. He noted how large his hands seemed next to her tiny body, he would have to be careful not to injure her before he found out why she was here. He grabbed her in a swift motion. He pressed his hand against her mouth and pulled her body towards him. He wrapped his other hand around her throat and held her tight until she started to lose consciousness. Her blood supply was pinched off by his expert touch, but he could feel her body’s strong protest in her fluttering pulse. She felt nice, she smelled nice. Dimitri’s body responded to these stimuli.
    He held her tighter, and just as she slipped away she must have felt his hardening cock pressing against her. She struggled weakly in his arms, but finally succumbed and went limp. He took the hand from her mouth and let her f all over his arm. Her head lolled back, exposing her white, elegant neck. Her thick black braid fell down and hung there, swaying gently as he walked. He wished he could have seen her eyes before he laid her out, but that would have been too risky. He stared at her face for a moment too long and felt caught up in something bigger than himself, but shook it off as another sign of his madness.
    Resi sting the urge to tear into her on the spot and fuck her in her shredded clothing, Dimitri exerted the professional control that had allowed him to survive in the criminal world for so long. He lifted her higher into his arms, marveled at how small she was now that he carried her full weight. She felt no