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I don’t understand why people cry. What happens? Are they scared, happy, aroused? No fucking idea, I could hardly ask the guys I killed, it intrigues me none the less. I reach for her and caress her face while she closes her eyes, moving her head from left to right fighting me. I slip my finger through the wetness, and she watches as I press my thumb in my mouth.
“It tastes salty,” I comment.
“Is something wrong with you?” she whispers, her voice cracking.
“If you asked the guys, they would tell you yes.” I nod to underline my point.
“Are you going to kill me?” she bites out, the strong look I love back in her eyes.
“No,” I shake my head, my heart rate kicking into second gear. I think I’ve finally met my match. “I only kill people who deserve it. I’m not going to sit here and pretend I haven’t thought about it, and watch you take your last breath, but I like you alive even more.” I throw my knife against the wall, and she follows it hit the bullseye on the dartboard I hung for practice.
“I’m going to fuck you, amore. I’m going to make you scream.” Taking the cuffs from her feet then her hands, she stares at me; a showdown, I fucking love it. I cock my head hoping she’ll hit me with a mean right hook I know she’s got. In my fantasy she’s fighting me before I sink my cock into her tight pussy, and she screams clawing at my back. Some part of me knows it’s fucked up, what gets me off, but maybe this girl is going to get all the sick and broken parts of me.
Scanning the shipping container for what I’m guessing is a weapon, panic flutters through her wide-with-fear eyes. I hope she’ll go for the knife. Maybe she’ll stab me. I run a hand over my face willing my dick to not come prematurely. Down boy.
She leaps for the knife but I’m on her in a second pinning her high against the wall with my elbow. She tries to kick me in the shins and lets out a scream before she pushes the blade against my liver. One stab and I’ll be a goner; the thought goes straight to my pulsing hard cock.
I press my nose against her hair and inhale before licking her neck while I press my erection against her stomach. Pulling back, we stare at each other for a second, and when she looks down to check out my dick and wets her lips, I know I’ve got her. I keep my arm locked against her throat, and slam her hand with the knife against the hard surface. She cries out in pain when the metal clatters to the wooden floor. Throwing her on the bed she gasps for air, and she kicks me in the stomach.
“That’s it, fight me, babe,” I spur her on. “Make me bleed.”
“I’m going to kill you!” she counters, while I pin her hands above her head. Pressing my lower body to hers, I keep her locked in place.
“Can you feel how hard you’re making me, Paxxie? My dick needs your sweet pussy. Give it up for me.”
“Get your hands off me,” she seethes, thrashing beneath me, but rubbing herself against me. Her eyes are getting a shine to them.
“Really, you want me to? Why are you pressing your pretty cunt against my dick then?”
She freezes and stares down between us, her cheeks heating when it dawns on her she’s draped one of her long legs over my ass, arching into me I push into her, watching as her pussy lips part. “Stop fighting it, and let me nail you please, baby.” I smile, our mouths a breath away.
Fighting with my hands for control, I laugh, giving her the upper hand for a couple seconds before I pin her wrists high above her head. My cock twitches as I push her into the bed knocking the wind out of her, and fan my lips over hers.
“I hate you,” she bites out, her mouth parting so I can lick her lips.
“Nah, you hate what I’ve woken up inside of you, darling.”
I hover above her. She’s trembling for real this time, her eyes darting frantically around the room. I take the knife I hid under the mattress and press it against her neck. She arches her back and a moan slips from her throat. I can easily tell the difference between fear and excitement. Why she’s still fighting against her apparent arousal, beats me. I brush my leg against the inside of her thigh and encounter nothing but wet sticky heat. My cock is rock hard, cum already flowing from the tip.
I press myself against her stomach and she gasps. “Tell me what you fantasize about alone in your bed while I watch you pleasure yourself?” I ask, running my nose along hers.
“No.” She bites on her lip while I open her legs even wider with my knee.
“Do you think about me?” I ask, and throw the blade into the plywood floor. She watches it hit her bra, and the place where her nipple pressed against the fabric, on a groan.
I push her hands above her head and spread out on top of her, trailing my lips over the crook of her neck, I inhale deep. “Fuck, Paxxie, you smell so good. I want to know how you taste,” I grunt, kissing her neck.
She moans, and I watch her eyes go big while I kiss her jaw, “What is happening, oh god stop-p-p-p that tickles.”
“You like this? Don’t lie, you can tell me everything, I won’t judge,” I say, rubbing the balaclava over her jaw.
“I-I,” she swallows hard, her eyes lingering on my straight dick. “If I let you fuck me, will you leave my family alone?”
I nod. I don’t plan on going after her brothers or parents. She loves them, so they’re off limits. If she asks me to kill them, that’s another story. I would do it in a heartbeat.
“Will you let me go after?”
I smile. I was planning to let her go and pay her a visit again when I’m stateside in a couple months after my assignments in Italy and Russia.
