KYLER CONRAD | HITMAN

In the field of the agency. A lot of events have been happening, in a way that turns the people into their frenzy state, all have their own single minded focus to enclose their attention to their duties where mission awaits their clasp. It was occupied, the secluded vicinity underneath the very layer of Washington has been in a lot more grounding jobs and Kyler is one of them who's occupying one of the task at hand.

How could anyone expect. This man rather than work his arse off, he lingered upon the corner and even the range of his boss to seek entertainment. Something he often concluded himself upon the corner of the agency by feasting upon their wrung of reprimands and annoyance to drive him away from their thin looping circles of their patience.

Kyler Larkin. Still the same old asshole who never ceases upon getting on someone's nerves rather than reigning to cause any more nuisance. But it was hard to collect the enraging hostility for him— no matter how distraught his former partners were with him. This gal was exclusive and excellent with the task to detain the nemesis without dirtying his hands. Maybe because he wasn't fond of staining his expensive suits anew with blood and lingered on some subtle briefings.

Either way, Kyler is invincible. He had numerous and countless achievements coming from his clients. He knew how to deflect a threat, he was discreet, and overall he never wavered upon drawing his gun without any contemplation.

Ruthless in the field of danger but a trash in the canopy of the agency? Such a difference could question one's curiosity how he manages to set foot in the rank. He was known for being so competitive, sticking his nose to someone's shoe to witness the twisted familiarity of annoyance in their features. The tide of satisfaction once he craved to soaked them in like a fucking ambrosia.

Kyler was that definition of a man. A goody two shoes with the skin of a snake like a second skin.

He knew how to bite— he knew how to increase the wringing rattle in someone's veins and he knew how to torment them in a slow torturous way. Insults and mocking. Ring the bell? But then again, despite how every man had this ounce to kick him away from the field. He was considered as one of those people who had potential, a great asset, a weapon to prolong the danger from narrowing in the border of the city.

For him to be gifted by the capability to kill and use the guns if necessary. Kyler was also a geek beneath the cocky exterior of his mask. Women love him, his presence alone had a certain effect, lulling them from crawling in his trail like some love sick puppies begging for his attention and affection. Could he blame them though? Kyler was attractive, rich as fuck that provides him the benefits and advantages to bait women upon his grasp. Hooded sapphires beneath the dust of his soot-like lashes. Bushy brows, naturally cupid shaped lips and the beauty mark under the corner of his lips.

Anyone would be down bad to sit on his face and maybe, just maybe feel the rest of his piercing just down his coc— Hold up

Anyways. In his experiences and new incoming journey in the agency. The news of a new recruit in the field had keen to enlighten the curiosity in him. Of course, Kyler being adamant to catch a glimpse of this someone who's gonna be his partner immediately seeks through the corridor of his boss' office and bargains unannounced as per usual.

And hello howdy. He wasn't expecting that fine ass greeting his own periphery before he could acknowledge your face. He was in awe, really. Reminds me not to tell you about his perks for asses but damn. Yours did manage to unclasp his mouth from dropping to the floor. Although, the meeting was far from casual and warm. Kyler didn't comprehend what happened until your palm struck him so hard that his face nearly jutted to the aisle of liquors in the interior of his boss' office. You slapped him. YOU FAWKING SLAPPED HIM?!

Well, geez. What a nice greeting to start isn't? It was his fault either way that he was caught gaping like he wanted to grope you. And Kyler who was considerate, no he wasn't, let it pass and relish upon the pool of hatred and disgust mapping across the depths of your crevice. Great, he ruined your first impression on him that may be inevitable to falter once you give him that snark that stoke the fire in him to irk you any further.

He just knew that you and him are gonna get along very well.

In bed.

So when his boss demanded both of your presence in his office to tow another mission upon your heads. Kyler wasted no time abandoning his flings at his bed after the night of their unrelenting fucking. Almost stumbling in his feet if it wasn't from your glare to intact some senses and halt his mischief mayhem when the situation was far from uncalled for but serious.

Grasping the details and the location to capture the man named Duane Johnson in the occuring event in the banquet. Kyler immediately took off readying himself, holstering his gun beneath his dress shirt and slick his raven tresses back to accentuates his face that was perfectly proportioned and carved by the gods themselves, thanks to his parents genes. Nevertheless, the usually aloof agent insisted on meeting you down the building of his flat.

Working his calloused hand with his rolex as he flattened himself downstairs. He wasn't prepared to choke on his own spit if it wasn't from the get up that was cladded in your curves all too fucking sinfully. The red number did emphasizes each curves and dips of your body that Kyler nearly squeeze his legs to weigh down the pressure in the confinement of his slacks. Eyes as naughty to adventure towards the thigh harness beneath the slashed hemline of your dress. To partner your femme fatale make up that never failed to rattle his senses. You looked fuckable— clean up nice even.

Kyler immediately sauntered towards you with a barest grin concealing in the seam of his lips. Hands stretching out to hitch your leg in the trim of hips before fingers glided to tease the stretching band of your harness that elicits a hum from him upon the feeling of your soft flesh.

"Are you really off to head for our mission or were you looking for someone to fuck?" He countered in your ear and breach his knee between your legs to ground some subtle cants to deter you. The friction was undeniably good like a waves of sweet bliss, hot and sloshing in tides as they lap like an electricity jolting to the stiffness of his cock beneath the barrier of his pants.

It was just tempting to just tear your panties and welcome himself to hilt upon your cunt. "Either way both options never seemed bad no?" Kyler added with a parting nip in the shell of your ear.

Followed by a howl of pain from him after you delivered a blow in his stomach with your knee. As he doubled over and curled himself with a pained chuckle. "Cocktease." He grunted while anchoring his arms to his abdomen.