Vixen

By Michael Paterson

A short Erotica Story, some Adult theme's included. The minute you picked this book up and began reading it, you put your mind in my hands. So now, here we are, and where do we go from here?.“One less sick fucker like you to torture girls in his basement,” she growled. His idea of a good time reminded her of the warlock who held her captive as a slave for his own pleasures, and the pleasures of his guests when she was only nineteen. It had taken her six years to gain the strength to slaughter him slowly in his bed. This man was no better.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Michael Paterson
• Release date: Oct 10, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463982495

Michael Paterson

I write from my childhood for the love of adventure. My imagination has never changed writing is part of who I am.

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© 2017 Copyright By Michael Paterson 

Vixen

CHAPTER 0NE

Come waste your millions here... she burns like the sun...

The razor sharp blade of her sword was soundless as it slit through the flesh of the drug lord’s throat like warm butter. Javier, however, made an attempt at screaming for help from his guards, all lifeless in a pool of their own blood outside the door, but he could only gurgle and spit up his own blood as he watched the assassin pull the sword away in one final sweep, and then his life was over.

One less sick fucker like you to torture girls in his basement, she growled. His idea of a good time reminded her of the warlock who held her captive as a slave for his own pleasures, and the pleasures of his guests when she was only nineteen. It had taken her six years to gain the strength to slaughter him slowly in his bed. This man was no better.

Vixen examined the blade that dripped with the dead man’s guilty blood, then at the rest of the mess that stained the suede rug beneath them. She sighed and quickly grabbed her thermos before any more of the blood was wasted on the ugly furnishings. Grabbing a good fistful of Lavier’s curly black hair, Vixen lifted back his head and moved the thermos beneath the wound to capture the blood that poured out.

She cursed herself for not having the container ready the moment she did the fatal act so as not to have any of the precious supply go to waste. Once the canister was filled she hastily grabbed another as the blood continued to flow freely. This was taking way too long and she was already feeling drained from the night’s work, but she couldn’t just take a bite or else she would leave behind her DNA, so she waited without impatience.

At last the wound clotted and Vixen hurriedly stowed both thermoses in her satchel before checking the room for any evidence that would lead to the organization. When she found none she fled to the tenth story window and jumped.

Zayne stood idly on the sidewalk, pondering how to spend the rest of his night off. After being kicked out of a bar for breaking some college kid’s nose could really mess up a guy’s plans, and his buzz. Not that he had one anyway. He felt pretty sorry for the poor girl who had to deal with the teen’s drunken courage and pissy, sore loser aggressiveness. He was just trying to spare her from getting groped in the bathroom or worse.

At the moment he had replayed the part where his fist connected with the teenager’s face, he was shoved by a woman who seemed to be in a hurry, knocking him off guard. It took but a second for him to stabilize himself and seek out who had assaulted him so randomly. When he looked up, lightning bolts struck at his chest. She was drop-dead gorgeous.

His eyes trailed up from her black high heel shoes, sheer black knee-high stockings topped with a pink garter wrapped around the smoothest, cinnamon-toned legs he’d ever seen, a black pea coat under which he could guess was lingerie, all leading up to a face