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“You’re good,” Jack remarks, and a flicker of pride sparks in my chest. I viciously beat it down; how can I be proud of a skill he wants me to use to murder people? Shaking my head, I tighten my arms around myself when he looks over at me. “Your mother taught you, right?”
“To defend myself,” I answer, trying to stop the tingly ache in my jaw. Jack frowns. “Not to kill innocent people for your gain.”
“Innocent?” Jack barks a laugh and ripples up my sternum, his smirk wide and menacing. He lets the paper flutter to the floor, boxing me against the partition wall. Bracing his arm by my head, he leans down to stare deeply into my eyes, his own flickering with merriment. “No one who comes into contact with me is innocent, Heather.”
“I was,” I shoot back, and he arches a brow quizzically. He’s so close, his smell muddying my thoughts when I take a stabilizing breath. “You can’t just show up and demand stuff from me. I’m— I’m a teacher. I work with kids! And you want me to kill people? To pay for the sins of my dad, whom I didn’t even know for most of my life?”
“Are you done?” He growls menacingly, and my heart leaps into my throat. Jack hangs his head for a moment before rubbing his mouth and jaw with his free hand. Every move he makes exudes strength, and I hold my breath in anticipation. “The unfortunate truth is that he’s your father, and his debt is now yours. Find me your brother, and I’ll gladly transfer it onto him, but he’s been in the wind for years, hasn’t he? You have no way to find him. Hell, even I can’t find him. So... yeah, you’ll do this because I’d hate to waste such a pretty face.”
“Y— you’d kill me?” I ask in horrified astonishment, and he leans back to eyeball me warily. Shakes rattle my spine, and I stare, unblinking when he shrugs.
“If you become an obstacle,” He holds my gaze, leaving no room for misinterpretation. “Honestly, it’d probably be easier, but I’d rather have fun with you than take the easy route. If I killed you, your house would go up for auction, and I’d buy it on the cheap. If I get lucky, your brother will show up to your funeral, and he can take on the debt.”
“B— but it’s—” As a sense of fatalism worms through my brain, my throat closes and big tears well up in my eyes. Jack is serious; he'll kill me and not even care. My cheeks burn as tears stream down them and I turn my face away, unable to breathe under such immense pressure. He eventually places a hand on my crown, and I tense up in fear. I stay very still, squeezing my eyes shut and clamping my hands over my mouth to muffle my sobs.
“I don’t want to do that,” Jack guffaws, his voice gravel, scraping my eardrums. His words do nothing to melt the ice lodged in my chest. “There, there. It won’t be so bad, Heather. All you have to do is what you’re told. It’ll be easier to blame me if you feel like you have no choice, too.”
I only look up when Jack's heat has faded and the faint click of his heels on concrete reaches my ears. He takes a rifle from the wall and examines it with expert eyes and hands. I gulp down the dense lump in my throat as my gaze shifts to the Glock 19 on the counter.
I should have tried to shoot him. Why didn't I? My eyes find the paper target on the floor and sink to my knees to pick it up. Aside from that first shot, I'd always hit center mass, and regret stings my tongue.
“Here,” Jack says suddenly, and I look up as he walks towards me with the rifle. “Try this. Sniping isn’t the same as using a handgun. We’ll work through the logistics over the next couple of weeks, and—”
“Y— you want me tosnipesomeone!” I squawk in shock, and Jack frowns at me in disapproval. Scrambling to my feet, I scan the sniper rifle through wide eyes as apprehension floods my system. “No. I won’t. I won’t. You’re trying to turn me... turn me into a monster or—”
He came close to me, placing his hands on mine, straightening my aim. Then they found their way to my waist. I felt the blood rushing to my head. What is happening to me? Why do I feel so much desire for him? As if able to read my mind, I felt his one hand unbuttoning my pants the other one sliding in my panties. I tried hard to seem unbothered by this and focused on my aim. I was about to press the trigger as I felt his finger entering my already wet pussy. “There is already a monster in there. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be wet for me,” Jack points out, silencing me with a bite in his tone. I grind my molars, stepping away from him as he sets the sniper rifle on the counter.
He advances once more, and I scurry around the partition as a fiery war rages in my chest. Jack grabs my arm, yanks and spins me around, lifting me by my ass cheeks and placing me on the unused counter.
His eyes pierce mine as he cups my chin hard, and I breathe out as nervousness and exhilaration battle between my ribs. “You’re excited. The violence— the thrill excites you, Heather. Denying it will only end in pain.”
“The idea of danger turns you on, doesn’t it?” he adds, and my cheeks threaten to melt right off my skull. He doesn’t give me any relief, slipping his thumb between my teeth sensually.
“It turns you on when I’m threatening you, even though I’d actually do it. You’re salivating at the idea of it.”
“Stop!” I push him away, and I’m surprised when he actually steps back.
Jack smirks, his snarling lip twitching before reaching for my knees and prying them apart.
He got closer to me, pressing himself onto me as he started kissing my neck. As he lowered his head to do so, I bit him hard and he backed off, the shock of my unexpected reaction visible on his expression.
“Ouch! You little..”
“I said stop” I say in a defiant tone.
“Feisty…” A grin formed on his lips and he grabbed my hips and pressed his groin against me, as I pant in pleasure. This time I let him overtake me. I couldn’t hide my attraction for him any longer and I flop my head back in abandon, bracing my palms on the counter while he rips the buttons off my jeans. With a smug laugh, he jerks down my jeans and moves my panties to the side, exposing my throbbing, dripping pussy, and lightly runs a finger over it. It felt so wrong yet so good. He was right, the feeling of danger, it turned me on more than I wanted to confess.
“You love it. Admit it,m'eudail,” Jack demands as he softly flicks my clit, sending shooting sensations throughout my entire body.
I moan in agony, needing him to do more, even though I know this is what he wants—to control me.
I squeal gutturally as he slams two fingers into me. I fist Jack's shirt and scratch his shoulders. He twists and curls his fingers, and lowers himself, starting to lick and suck on my clit as his fingers worked their ways inside of me and I feel pleasure like I've never felt before.
His green eyes shimmer and glisten looking up at me before he comes up to capture my lips in a searing kiss.
“Admit it,” he says, pulling away from me again.
I shake my head wordlessly.
