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RAE

I stareddown at my phone’s screen. My heart was beating violently in my chest as I reread the text I hadn't sent.

Do you still want to make that bargain?

I almost hit the send button, but hesitated.

Again.

It wasn’t a crime to want to experience good sex, right?

I mean, no one had eversaidit was a crime.

And I wasn’t opposed to being a criminal. I literally murdered people for my job. Shitty people, but still.

Something about making a deal for sex just seemed… different?

Crazier, maybe?

For me, it was downright insane.

I huffed.

I’d been considering this for ages, now. I’d talked myself out of doing it exactly ninety-four times.

It was truly an obsession.

But I couldn’t actually go through with it, could I?

I bit my lip, still staring down at the message.

I needed to send it. It was only one button. A single tap.

Meeting up with Darius once was all it would take, and then the situation would be over. Resolved. Done. I could close the door on the possibility of ever wanting to have sex with anyone ever again, and just move on with my life as the unfriendly neighborhood assassin who no one really knew or cared about.

I tried to command myself.

Do it, Rae.

Fucking do it.

I didn't tap the button.

The groan that escaped me sounded like a pained animal’s.

I honestly didn’t know if I had it in me.

Maybe I just couldn’t have the conversation over text?

That sounded insane, because I’d prefer to haveeveryconversation in my life over text.

But this one wasn’t working.

I reluctantly typed in the web address some creepy fangirl (or fanguy) had created:

www.sexyscorchtracker.com