by B. B. Hamel
But in this case, I had no clue what to expect from him. He didn’t have a partner with him, which meant he wasn’t bound by any of our usual safeguards and rules. No, this was just one psychotic killer in my apartment, holding a gun against Emma’s head.
“What’s the play here, Abram?” I asked him.
“My turn to ask questions, actually. First, why is this girl still alive?” He pressed the gun harder against her. “Lie and I will end her. Then I’ll force you to clean it up.”
“I don’t hurt women,” I said. “I was going to let her live, but then you came into the room. Taking her as a prize was all I could think of in the moment.”
He nodded. “Thought so. I knew you couldn’t fucking do it.”
“No, I can’t.”
“Why? Tell me why you can’t.”
“A man has to have a code,” I said. “I’ve seen too many women suffer in this fucked-up world. I don’t want to add to it.”
He laughed loudly at that. “You fucking kidding me, Brooks? You sound like some dumbass feminist bitch or something.”
“Don’t care what I sound like,” I said. “After my mom died, I promised myself I’d never hurt a woman.”
“All because of your mommy?” He laughed again, clearly enjoying himself. “You fucking pussy.”
“Put the gun down, Abram. I can pay you.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Interesting. How much?”
“Fifty thousand in cash.”
“That’s a tempting bribe, Brooks.”
“I can get it for you now. It’s not far.”
He laughed, shaking his head. “And give you a chance to fight me? I don’t think so.”
“What do you want then, Abram?”
“You told me that every man has to have a code, and I agree. See, my code is the code of our organization. I follow the rules, I act like a good little soldier, and that gives my life meaning.”
“I get that. You’re good at what you do.”
“Don’t fucking patronize me,” he said, anger creeping into his voice. “I’ve always fucking hated you. For some reason, you get away with everything. You show up late, you don’t hurt women, you live by your own little fucking rules. Meanwhile, I follow all the rules and get nothing, no fucking promotions or invitations to special jobs.”
“That’s not fair,” I said.
“It’s not fair, not at all. But now I fucking have you. Now I can get some revenge on you. I’m going to make you follow the rules, Brooks, or else I’m going to execute you both here and now.”
“Did Dante say you can do that?”
“He didn’t, but I can break the rules for you. I think you’re special. Now come over here.”
He gestured with the gun. I took a few steps toward him.
“No. Stop. Go around the couch, away from the gun.”
I changed direction and moved behind the couch. He watched me with his dead eyes, hawk-like and piercing, as I came closer and closer. Finally I made it into the kitchen, keeping my hands up in the air.
“Good. Now, kill the girl.”
Emma began to struggle, her eyes wide.
“How do you want me to do that, Abram? I don’t have a gun.”
He laughed again. “Strangle her. You’re a big man.”
“I’m not going to do that.”
“You fucking will, or you’re both dead.”
“Seems we’re dead either way, Abram. If you make me strangle her, I’ll try to kill you next. You might be fast with that gun and get me, or I might be faster and get you first. Either way, we’ll probably all end up dead after this.”
“That’s not how I see it,” he sneered. “You’ll strangle her, and then I’ll leave. You might want revenge, but Dante will stop you, seeing as I’m only making you follow the fucking rules.”
I stared at him and noticed the twitch in his eye. He was glaring at me intensely, his right eye slightly shut like he couldn’t see straight. His whole face was contorted in a mask of anger.
At my feet, Emma wasn’t moving. Her whole face was ashen, but she was taking deep breaths, trying to stay calm. I was impressed by her, considering this looked pretty fucking bad.
I took a step closer to them. He didn’t move an inch.
“You think Dante and Gian are going to be okay with this?” I asked him. “You said it yourself. I get special treatment.”
“Shut the fuck up!” he screamed.
I smiled at him. “You’re on edge. Is there a reason?”
I took a step closer.
“Kill the girl,” he screamed. “Kill her now. Fucking kill her.”
I moved even closer. He raised the gun from her head and pointed it at my chest.
“You know you’re fucked. That’s why you’re losing control,” I said to him. I stepped closer.
“Stop!” he screamed, but I made my move.
The gun went off, and pain bit sharply through my shoulder. The bullet tore clean through, and I could feel part of my arm go numb, but I didn’t stop. I grabbed his wrist and wrenched, kicking my foot and stomping it down onto his instep. I rammed my forehead against his nose and felt his fingers release the gun.
He stumbled back as I flipped it in my hands, turning it on him. I snarled and dropped the gun, reaching into my pocket and pulling out my knife.
I flipped it open and went at him. He was trained in hand-to-hand, but he was angry and off balance and unarmed. I came at him fast and violently, cutting his body, slicing his arms and face. He pushed back, striking me in the chest, causing me to nearly double over in pain.
He tried to knee me in the face, but I blocked it and shoved him back. He stumbled over Emma, and I leaped over her and onto him, forcing him to the ground.
“You fucking bastard,” he yelled as I sank my knife into his throat. He tried to say more, but there was only a wet gurgle as the knife finished him off.
There was blood everywhere as I rolled off him, breathing heavily. I checked my wound, but the bullet had gone right through, which was good.
I went over to Emma and took the duct tape off her mouth. I pulled out the rag in her mouth and she gasped for air.
“Brooks!” she said. “He shot you.”
“I’m okay.”
“Why didn’t you shoot him? Why did you do that?”
“Fucking bastard didn’t deserve a clean death.” I began to untie her, and soon enough she was free.
She threw herself at me, pressing her body against mine. I was fucking hard for her, despite the pain I was in, despite the hit man’s body. She pressed her head against my chest and I held her.
Slowly she pulled back. “Come on,” she said. “We need to patch you up.”
“Yeah,” I grunted.
She took me by the hand and dragged me back into the bathroom. The wound was bleeding, but not too badly as she gingerly cleaned it and strapped a big, thick cotton bandage against it.
“Do you always have a little pharmacy in here like this?” she remarked as she looked at my emergency supplies.
“In my line of work, you should always be prepared.”
She nodded and sat down on the rim of the bathtub. I leaned back against the toilet.
“What now?” she asked.
“Not sure actually.”
“I mean, you just killed a guy in your own mafia.”
“Yeah, I did.”
“He was going to kill me. That was all he wanted.”
“Yeah.” I stared at her, at the bruises on her face, the anger in her eyes.
“We need to get away,” she said. “We need to run. Do you really have that much money?”
“I do. And I think you’re right.”
She sighed, putting her face in her hands. “Fuck, Brooks. Fuck. I’m sorry I doubted you.”
I stood up and looked down at her. “Don’t be sorry.” I took her by the hair and tipped her chin back to look at me. “Don’t be fucking sorry. I made this choice. You never wanted any of this.”
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bsp; She parted her lips. “Brooks.”
“Fuck. I’ve wanted you since the second I saw you.”
My cock was hard as fuck, raging against my boxer briefs as I moved my lips near hers. She didn’t flinch or move a muscle.
“Go ahead,” she whispered.
And so I crushed her mouth with my own, kissing her hard, every ounce of pent-up desire flooding through me.
14
Emma
His kiss flooded my body with excitement unlike anything I’d ever felt before.
The fear that had been there before was completely replaced with my need for him. My whole body hurt and ached where Abram had kicked and beaten me, but I didn’t care.
I’d wanted this since the moment I saw him, since the moment I knew he was going to save my life.
He was a killer; that was true. He was a violent, dangerous man, but he wanted to keep me safe. He killed for me, over and over again, and he proved again and again that I could trust him. He wasn’t like every other man in my life. He wasn’t just another thuggish asshole who wanted to hurt me and then fuck me over.
He wanted me. He cared about me. And I needed him.
I pressed my body against his, standing up. We stumbled backward and he turned, pressing me back against the wall. I gasped as pain and pleasure mixed in me and he grunted, clearly hurting himself.
But that didn’t stop him. He kissed me hard, his tongue touching mine, and waves of pleasure ran through me.
I knew I could trust him. As we kissed, I knew that even if he was a killer, I could trust him in this moment.
His hands worked along my body and pulled my shirt off. He glanced down at me but didn’t say a word about the bruises. Instead, he kissed my neck and his hands took off my bra.
“Fuck, girl. I’ve been wanting this,” he said. “You’re so fucking sexy. I don’t care how many times I get shot. I’m going to keep on wanting this pussy.”
I ran my hands down his skin, his shirt already off from when I bandaged him. I felt the hard muscles in his arms, carefully skirting along his bruises and his wound. He kissed me hard again, cupping my breasts, teasing my nipples.
I felt how soaking wet my pussy was, practically dripping for him. I couldn’t believe that my body was even capable of this, but I couldn’t stop myself. He made me feel something I’d never come close to experiencing before.
And I wanted to finally feel a man. Brooks was a real man, a true man, the kind of man who could take my virginity the right way. I couldn’t believe it was happening like this, but I couldn’t stop it even if I wanted to.
He slowly slipped his hands down my shorts and felt my soaking pussy with his fingers.
“You’re fucking wet,” he whispered in my ear. “You want this big cock. Don’t you?”
“Yes,” I gasped as he began to rub my clit. His fingers felt incredible along my skin, sending bolts of pleasure through me, my whole spine tingling like mad.
He began to work my pussy with his skilled hands, expertly rubbing my clit in soft circles. I gasped, moaning, not able to help myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and I still moaned into his mouth as I kissed him back. He began to fuck my pussy gently with his fingers, pushing them deep inside me.
“Fuck, girl. You’re tight,” he said.
“Oh shit, Brooks,” I gasped. “I should tell you something.”
“Right now?” He pressed his fingers deeper, and I moaned.
“I’m a virgin. I’ve never had sex.”
He paused for a second, his eyes burning into mine. “You’re a virgin?”
“Yes. I just, I haven’t been able to with any men.”
“With this fucking body, and you’re a virgin.” He grinned at me. “Fuck, girl. I think I can take care of that.”
“You don’t mind?”
“Why the fuck would I mind?”
“I’m inexperienced. I might let you down.”
He shook his head, his eyes digging into mine. “No. You couldn’t let me down if you wanted to.”
I kissed him then and he returned it, his lips rough against mine. His fingers resumed their work, rolling along my clit for a second only to push back inside me.
He worked my pussy that way, back and forth. I found myself moaning into his mouth again, rolling my hips, grinding into his motions. I wanted him so badly, needed him to keep going. The pleasure and anticipation was so intense.
Suddenly he pulled back and grabbed my hand. He dragged me from the bathroom, back out into the bedroom, and pushed me onto the bed.
I laughed as he pulled my shorts off and tossed them aside. I sat up in front of him and quickly unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his jeans, and then slid them down his body.
I could see his hard cock outlined against his black cotton boxer briefs. I bit my lip as I began to stroke his length.
“You weren’t kidding,” I said.
“I told you, girl. I want you to feel this big cock deep inside you.” He tipped my chin back and kissed me again.
I worked his cock, rubbing along his length before finally pulling down his boxer briefs. I stared at his thick cock as I stroked its length, and he grunted his pleasure.
“Put that cock between those lips, girl,” he said. “I want to feel that tongue on my cock.”
I did as he told me, taking his cock between my lips. I began to suck him, rolling my lips along his length, taking as much of him as I could. I’d been with other men, though not actual sex, and he was by far the biggest. I could barely fit him in my mouth, let alone take all of him into my throat.
But I wanted to please him, wanted to make him feel good. I began to work him with my other hand, jerking off his shaft as I sucked his cock.
“Fuck yes, you bad fucking girl,” he groaned. “Suck that fucking cock.”
I worked him, loving the taste of him, loving the way he groaned as I sucked him. I jerked him the best I could, not afraid to use my spit as I worked that big cock.
“Fuck. I love seeing those pretty lips around my dick,” he said. “I love the way you suck that dick.”
I took him as much as I could into my throat, but it was barely half. He pressed my head down and began to fuck my mouth. I moaned as he fucked my mouth like that, his big dick pushing down my throat. I took him, loved the way he pushed his big cock down my throat, loved the way he took what he wanted. I was dripping wet and couldn’t stop myself from touching my own clit as I sucked his cock.
“That’s right. Rub that fucking cunt,” he said. “I want to watch you touch yourself while you suck this dick.”
I let him fuck my mouth and couldn’t help but moan as his big dick went deep down my throat. I rubbed myself fast, dripping wet, moving my hips as I took his cock. I could barely contain myself as his thick cock filled my mouth.
Suddenly he pulled himself back and then pushed me down onto the bed. He ripped my panties off and tossed them aside.
He pressed his face between my legs and began to suck and lick my clit.
“Oh shit,” I gasped. “Brooks.”
“I had to taste you,” he said. “I fucking had to taste this nice little cunt before I fucked you. Look at how dripping wet and tight you are.”
He kept licking and sucking me, his mouth working my clit. I couldn’t help but moan, losing myself as he worked me. He pressed a finger deep inside me and fucked me with his fingers, rocking them in and out, his tongue teasing my clit.
“Fuck,” I gasped. “That’s so good.”
He grinned and slowly stopped. “Don’t come for me. Not yet. I want you to come on this thick cock.”
“I want it,” I said, practically begging.
He reached into his bedside table and pulled a condom out of the drawer. He ripped open the foil and looked at me.
“Say please,” he commanded.
“Brooks,” I moaned. “Please fuck me. Please. I want it so fucking badly.”
He rolled the condom down his thick, hard cock. “I love hearing you fucking say
my name.” He grabbed my hair and kissed me again, pressing his cock against my wet pussy.
I couldn’t help but stare at him, my mouth hanging open. I was panting softly as he smirked down at me, his body ripped and tense, his cock pressed against my soaked pussy.
I felt him slowly push his cock deep inside me.
I gasped, my back arching, as pleasure and pain flooded my whole body.
Nothing could have prepared me for this moment, nothing at all. I’d imagined what it would be like to sleep with someone, to finally have sex, but I couldn’t have pictured this. I was so incredibly soaking wet that his big cock easily slipped deep inside me. He filled every inch of my pussy and more as he leaned forward, wrapping his arms around me.
“Fuck, girl,” he grunted. “You’re so damn tight.”
“Be gentle,” I moaned.
“There’s nothing gentle about me,” he said as he slowly began to rock his hips, his cock sliding in and out of me.
“Oh please, Brooks,” I moaned. “I can’t believe you even fit inside me.”
“There’s a lot you don’t know, but I’m going to teach you.”
He began to slowly fuck me, his thrusts moving deep inside me and slowly sliding back out, his body pressed against mine.
Waves of pleasure flooded my body as he began to kiss my neck, his lips soft against my skin.
“You don’t even know what this pussy does to me,” he whispered in my ear. “It’s taking all I have not to fuck you rough and make you scream.”
His thrusts got deeper, more insistent. The initial pain slowly faded as he worked me deeper and harder, his thick cock filling my every inch. I couldn’t believe how his big dick made me feel as his strong hands grabbed my hips, pressing himself deeper into me.
He rocked back onto his knees and grinned at me as he kept moving his hips. He licked his thumb and then began to rub my clit in amazing circles as he fucked me in and out, thrusting deeper, harder.
I spread my legs wide for him, moaning, grabbing at the sheets. “Oh shit, Brooks. That’s perfect, just like that.”
