Lethal Blow: (Succubus Hitwoman Book 2) by Eliza Hendrix (love books to read TXT) 📕

Lethal Blow

(Book 2 of the Succubus Hitwoman series)

Mortal Blow – Book 1

Lethal Blow – Book 2

Fatal Blow – Book 3

Eliza Hendrix

© Copyright 2021 Eliza Hendrix

www.elizahendrix.com

Edited by Nikki Busch

www.nikkibuschediting.com

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Chapter 1

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Staring up at the ceiling’s intricate swirls, I can’t help but wonder: how long will this last? It feels like I’m living a fantasy, which is saying a lot coming from a thousand-year-old succubus.

This isn’t the first time I’ve stayed in Las Vegas’s Bellagio hotel, but being here next to Veerka makes me feel like I’ve been reborn. Maybe staying in the most expensive presidential suite has something to do with that, too.

She presses her icy skin against my body, her bright blue—almost white—eyes fixated on me. Slowly, her white hand creeps out from underneath our silk sheet, and she glides one of her sharp fingernails along my collarbone. I wince as her nail scratches off some of my skin, but I don’t want her to stop. If anything, I want her to press harder. It makes me feel alive.

When she reaches my bare chest, goose bumps explode all over my body. “What’re you thinking about, darling?”

You, I want to say.

“Lucius,” I admit.

The last person I want to be thinking about while lying naked next to my long-lost lover who, for the last two centuries I thought was dead, is her current boyfriend. Lucius Retnich—the vampire leader of San Halos. He also happens to be pretty damn close to Asmodeus, the oldest and most respected vampire of all time.

Well, I’m not so sure he’s still the most respected, but he is the most feared. Some vampires even view him as a god. He’s been around since the beginning, and he’s the one who makes all the rules and laws for the vampires of the world.

When my boss, Jamieson, gave me my latest job, he offered me five million big ones for Veerka’s head. I had no idea Veerka was the woman I once knew as Elizabeth over two hundred years ago. Her being a vampire was a bit of a surprise, too, but it hasn’t taken me long to accept it.

I’m happy living as a succubus. Way back when, I didn’t have full control over my power, so having sex with Veerka wasn’t even a possibility.

Now, we have a lot of catching up to do.

“What about him?” Veerka asks. This time, she runs her fingers through my long black hair and plays with its ends.

It’s been about a week since Veerka and I took off from the Lotus Hotel—the spot where I was supposed to kill her. Instead, we faked her death and I cut ties with Jamieson after he transferred me three million dollars. He owed me five, but whatever.

The prick can keep the rest.

He wanted Veerka’s sapphire necklace, something he called the Eye of Poseidon. I haven’t questioned her on it yet, but I will.

It’s what happened after I got my money that keeps replaying in my mind… The way Veerka climbed backward onto the California king bed, her naked body looking like snow against the royal purple sheets. And then the way she spread her legs apart—an invitation for me to have my way with her.

“He must be looking for you,” I say, my mouth drying up at the memory.

“Of course he is,” she says. “But what does that matter?”

With all her fingers this time, she scratches downward on my chest, leaving five pink lines, and squeezes my left breast.

I want to talk about the fact that we haven’t even discussed our plan to take down Asmodeus, but I can’t think straight. I’m the succubus—I’m the one who’s supposed to suck all the life out of people, not the other way around. Her chilly hand slips under the silk sheet and she slides downward over my belly, along my hip, and in between my legs. When her fingernails reach my inner thigh, my eyes close and it feels like the entire room is spinning.

Then, one torturous touch at a time, she walks her fingers back up between my legs.

Right before she reaches where I want her to, a loud gunshot explodes down the hall. My eyes pop open and I turn to Veerka.

“Did you hear that?” I hiss.

She rolls her eyes as if I asked her to get up and make me a sandwich. Pulling away, she rolls off the bed. “Guess that’s our cue.”

I lie there for a few seconds, waiting for my brain to turn back on and imagining what I’ll do to the shooter when I see them.

Fucking bastard.

I was so close.

So goddamn close.

Another gunshot goes off, and this time, it’s followed by a crowd of people screaming.

Veerka slips into the same dress she wore last night—a lace, knee-length dress that makes her eyes pop even more. I have enough time to grab my leather jacket when the hotel room’s door bursts open and in come two huge vampires with thick faces, black suits that look too tight for their bodies, and bloody chins. They look so much alike I can only assume they’re twins.

But what the hell are they doing? Everyone knows that vampires aren’t supposed to make themselves known to feebles, and here they are with blood on their faces. But what did they do? Attack feebles out in the open for everyone to see? And the Bellagio hotel isn’t a shadow dweller hotel—that’s reserved for the Dark Hall, a hotel designed for all shadow dwellers to walk about freely.

I sigh. Maybe Veerka’s right. Things will only