Black Widow

Part 1

(POV is Rose)
The club was packed tonight. Hot, sweaty bodies grinded against each other on the dance floor and men tried to find a woman to hook up with at the bar. It was the same every night.
The air was thick enough to cut with a knife, and I was sweating within minutes. My red sequin dress clung tightly to my skin showing off my every curve. I felt hot, and I hoped my target thought so too. I scanned the crowd for their face and soon my eyes laid upon them.
Sat in the corner of the club was Damian. He leaned back in his leather chair, watching 2 women dressed in revealing outfits grind up against each other, obviously intrigued.
I started walking slowly up to him, brushing past people as I went. I stopped on the edge of the dance floor, in his view. I turned into the crowd and chose the nearest guy, grinding up against him. He reciprocated, roughly placing his hands on my hips and moving with me. I leaned into him, putting a little bit of pressure on his crotch, causing him to grunt ever so slightly.
I glance over at Damian, and his eyes finally caught onto mine. The 2 women had left, and he surprisingly didn't follow. He stood, eyes locked on mine, and walked towards me.
"May I steal her away from you for a while?" Damian asked politely, glancing from me to the stranger.
The man I was dancing with grumbled, but caved, moving onto a less modestly dressed woman.
"Do you mind?" Damian asked, looking up and down over me. He was a good 5-6 inches taller than me, towering over my small form. "I don't mind." I reply, turning around and leaning into him as I did before. I pressed my ass up against him, feeling his already hard cock poking me, and I start moving to the beat of the song playing.
He leans down and I feel his hot breath against my neck. "Mmm you are so sexy." He whispers against my skin as his hands gently caress my hips. "Thank you," I breathe, feeling a hot pool between my legs forming.
Why am I getting turned on? He's my target for fucks sake. I'm supposed to kill him.
"Want to take this somewhere else?" He asks, moving his hands a little lower. I nod, and he takes my hand, leading me to the entrance of the club.
The cool air hits my face and I'm instantly reminded that I'm with him for a reason. He leads me to his expensive ass car and drives me to his place. It's dark, but lamps shine light across the front of the mansion. It's huge. Damn this guy must be rich.
We get inside and he leads me to his room.
The room is huge but only a bed lay in the middle, with scarlet sheets spread perfectly across it. He picks me up like I weigh nothing and tosses me on the bed. He crawls on top of me and starts kissing me gently at first, placing his hands on my sides, slowly running his hands down towards the edge of my dress. I start pulling his shirt off as he starts to kiss me harder. He pulls away just to get the shirt over his head and then goes right back to my lips. He unzips my dress and I pull away to get the rest off, leaving me in just my black heels and my matching lingerie set. The lacey black fabric covers my nipples, but sheer lace covers the rest. My matching black thong makes my ass look amazing, but he doesn't seem to notice. He's too busy wanting to strip me.
He quickly slides my thong down my legs and almost rips my bra off before he's licking and sucking at my nipples. I let slip a small moan, then he pulls away. He sits up and starts positioning his cock at my entrance. He glances at me for consent and I nod. He gently slides his cock in. "Oh fuck..." He exhales, letting me adjust to his length and girth. He slowly starts to move in and out, but quickly picks up speed, soon pounding into me. "Fuck you feel so good." I moan a bit, but before long.. "Shit I'm about to cum," and he pulls out, shooting his load all over my stomach. He falls beside me, not even letting me finish. Lord, good looks mean nothing.
"That was amazing." He breathes out. "Mhm," I reply. He soon is asleep. I slowly and quietly get up from the bed and unzip the tiny zipper in the breast padding of my dress. The woman who hired me told me I could kill him however I wanted, so I chose the best option I have. Insulin.
His mouth is hung open so he made this easy. I pull out the capped syringe, remove the cap, and quietly walk towards him. I lift his tongue a bit and inject the insulin under his tongue. Before long, he'd be dead from an insulin overdose. I put my clothes back on and walk out the door, making sure to wipe anything I may have touched on the way out.

Note: I know this kinda sucks 💀 but anyways, if you don't know, insulin usually doesn't show up in a toxicology report, but if they do test for it, they'd think it was undiagnosed diabetes. A visible scar wouldn't show up either because it's under the tongue. Idk I got that from TikTok. Forgot what video.