“Have fun catching me, asshole.” Wait, what?
Whack.
I tumble over, and I lose my grip over Sara. When I look down at the floor, with my right hand massaging the right side of my scalp, I see her feet. I am now on my knees, maybe unwillingly at first, but not anymore. She looks down at me with a certain happiness to her, and I don’t dare stand up.
“You do something like this ever again, and I will poison you with cyanide.” I know she will—Sara can get her hands on that stuff pretty easily. While I am dangerous, I am not stupid. My little raven may be perceived as this prissy princess of a big assassin group, but she is lethal. Her delicate fingers are now threading through my hair, and I revel in the sensation. But then she tugs hard on my hair.
“Let me show you what I will use my legs for. I’m going to get dressed, and you will kneel on this floor like a good whimpering boy. Do you understand me?” I nod at her. The urgency in her voice is making me go feral and fucking horny. I stay on my knees while I am watching her get dressed in the next room. She is going through the duffel bag I packed with some clothes for her. Sara puts on black pants, a dark green long-sleeved shirt,brown combat boots, and a black leather jacket. Her hair is up in a long ponytail, and I am foaming at my mouth.
“I know that you will find me, but let’s make this interesting?” A rhetorical question I don’t dare to contradict.
“I am giving myself a head start of fifteen seconds. After fifteen seconds, you can start searching for me. Nod if you understand me.” So I do. “Have fun hunting, Rage.”
With that gleam in her eyes, she is out of the door. And I know that she wants me to find her. How do I know this?
My little raven called me Rage.
7
Running is my favorite exercise
Sara
Oh, I did it again. This push and pull between Adam and me is what dreams are made of. Healthy relationships? No. Relationships where they always challenge each other? Yes. And that’s what I need. I need someone who will contest my words, decisions, and actions. That way I know somebody isactuallylistening to me and paying attention. While I do make it intentionally hard for Adam, I really do love him. That’s why I told him to chase me, it’s our thing.
“It’s your turn, whimpering boy,” I say to myself as I race through the lobby of the hotel, and now I’m outside. I make a run for the shed next to the hotel, which is luckily abandoned. Adam is not the only one who visits this hotel once in a while.
“Oh, hell yes, it’s all untouched,” I say to myself, and the shed. This little space is not your typical shed, it’s a space for people like me to gather supplies for their business. You can compareit to a library, but with weapons. Because I amveryskilled with knives, I gravitate toward them. I make my way to the wall with the shiny objects, and I choose a meat cleaver and a small blade. I sit at the table in the back of the shed, and I wait. While I’m waiting for Adam, I can’t help but think of the time I started learning about the veins in humans.
“I miss you, my dear neurosurgeon friend,” I say as I look at the meat cleaver. Maybe I can hit him up when I’m in Brussels?
“There you are, little raven,” Adam says, snapping me out of my thoughts.
“I for sure am, Rage,” I say.
“Now, what are you doing with that cleaver, baby?” he asks me as he starts walking toward me. Like a lion about to feast on his prey.
“You probably do remember that me and knives have a special relationship, don’t you?” I ask him.
“I know, little raven. What are you going to do with them?”
“I am not sure. Do you want me to carve a pretty ‘S’ into your chest? That way I am branded on you.”
“You can do that, but you don’t have to. Sara, you have made a permanent imprint on my heart.” Fucking asshole. He is now standing before me. When I look at him, I notice that he has his waistband on again. His belt always consists of three things, two blades and a gun with a silencer on it. He is also holding an AK-12. I lay my knives down beside me, and he lays his assault rifle down.
“Did you think that I wouldn't find you?” Adam asks me as he pulls down my pants, along with my panties. I’m now naked before him, except for my shirt. He runs his fingers along my thighs, and, for the first time, I am happy I am completely hairless. I want to be able to feel the callousness of his fingers. Every single cell under his skin needs to be connected with mine. When his fingers come up to my pussy, they tease my entrance.
“You know I love your full bush, but this is a pleasant surprise,” he tells me, without averting his gaze from me.
“I know you like my pussy wax-stripped raw,” I ask in a hush.
“You know I fucking do, but, I also like it when you have a full bush,” he tells me. While he is still on his knees, his fingers are entering my pussy at a punishing pace. I grab the sides of the table and lose my breath. The only thing I’m doing right now is sweating. My legs open up even further so that Adam can have better access. I throw my head back, the anticipation is killing me. I need to have his wicked tongue on my pussy, and I need him to lap up every single one of my juices. The wetness that is accumulating is something I can’t control. All of my inhibitions are laid out in front of this insane man, and I can’t seem to get enough. I sit up a little bit straighter so I can look at him. And this psychopath looks right at me, with a vile smirk.
“Do you think you deserve my tongue?” he playfully answers, while his fingers are stroking the inside of my right thigh. The tiny, but powerful move is sending shockwaves through my body. Yes, Haris was good fuck, but nothing compares to Adam. His touch is helping me to get free from the imaginary shackles around my neck.
“I, for sure, do. Come on, just lap up my pussy,” I tell him.
“Oh, little raven, I’m going to do much more.” The bravado on my face changes from that to being confused. Adam doesn’t even give me time to decipher his sentence, he starts tongue-fucking me, and for once, I shut up. Being able to form a coherent thought is out of the question. Adam’s tongue is circling my entire entrance, before diving back in.
