Her ragged breaths kept me on edge. She was so fucking alive. I sunk a long finger into her hole and she struggled to breathe. I leaned up, her pretty petrified eyes staring up at me, her lips parted as I finger fucked her. Slow and steady, my finger curling up and making her whimper.
"Are you wanting to cum, Rose? This pretty little cunny can't take my abuse, can it? It wants more. It's instincts, my pretty girl."
“Oh!” She cried out as I started to swirl my thumb along her hard-little clit. Over and over as she shook her head from side to side, fighting the pleasure. It wouldn’t take long for me to put her over the edge, but I enjoyed her attempt to beat me. Inhaling sharp breaths as she struggled on the binds that dug into her delicate wrists and made those plush tits shudder.
“Cum for me, sweet Rose. Show me just how much you hate me.”
“Fuck!” I growled as she screamed. Her legs spread, her hips lifted, and her back arched exquisitely as she convulsed and pulsed on my hand. I inserted a second finger and sucked on her pussy juices as she came for me.
I'd never heard a mewling sound emanate from so deep within a woman, as it did from my Rose. Slowly I lapped at her, forcing her to come down from her orgasm. Kneeling up before her, her legs limp on either side of me, I unzipped my jeans and tugged my cock out. It was long and thick, its head shone with precum. Her eyes never left me as she licked her lips. Her body subconsciously letting her know it belonged with mine.
I shrugged off my shirt and she gasped at the sight of my scars, outlining each one with her hot gaze. I stroked my cock as she focused on me, loving her attention. Her eyes landed back on my cock and I smiled.
“I’m going to finally fuck you, Rose. Use your pussy to my heart’s content. I want to hear you scream as you cum on my cock.” I leaned over her, pulling her chin towards me. “Because you will cum on my cock.”
Her gasp slivered along my lips as I dragged the tip of my dick through her swollen mound, connecting with the tip of her clit. She squirmed, fighting the feeling of pleasure I was forcing into her as I humped at her again. A needy whimper made her catch her bottom lip, her eyes looking at me in shock.
“Your pussy doesn’t lie, Rose. She’s dripping wet for her cock.”
A groan escaped both of us as I slowly slid into her, allowing her to feel inch by inch of me until I was fully buried inside of her. I closed my eyes and swallowed, the feeling of being enveloped inside of her was overwhelming. Her heartbeat reverberated along my swollen shaft. It was an unbelievable sensation. Adrenaline coursed through my veins as I felt her sudden movement. A slight lift of the hips that sank me in deeper and made her give out a soft whining sound. I pressed down into her, our bodies melding together, her pussy embracing me tightly while I ground my groin against her. A sharp gasp followed by a moan made me lose my control.
Gripping her waist, I lifted my hips, bringing them down in one swift motion that made my whole body shake. I stroked my cock with her pussy, jacking off with her body. Her tears stopped flowing replaced by tiny little hiccups of strangled breaths as I slid in and out of her tight wet hole.
She was an ever-present reminder that I had her life in my hands. Me. I was the one who saved her, and I was the one who was meant to keep her. She only had me and she knew it. As her body responded, and her legs wrapped around me, her subconsciousness accepted her fate.
“Give me all of you, sweet Rose.”
“Jake!” Her moan held my name as her body began to tighten, her hips rocking deliciously against me, her tits swollen and begging to be sucked and played with.
I swelled even further as she stroked me in her fervor. That tight cunt of hers getting off on me.
“Do it!” I grabbed her ass, molding her to me, and she shouted as I slid into her completely, seated to the base. Her thighs trembled as I flicked her clit, her pussy pulsing as her cream coated my dick.
I groaned as I watched her writhe against me, her body undulating in a sexy rhythm. Her eyes suddenly opened, meeting mine, she bit down on her lip and gave me this hungry look that had me clenching my jaw, climbing over her as I powered into her. She shouted at each thrust, clinging onto my neck as I sought out my release in her.
“I’m gonna fill you up now, Baby Girl.”
Her eyes widened, and suddenly she was shaking her head and trying to push me off her. “No. Please, don’t.”
I grunted as I fucked her harder, her head fell back forgetting her words as her nails scratched down my chest. “Say it,” I groaned licking her neck.
She shuddered against me and in a small whisper, she breathed the words I needed to hear. “Cum for me.”
I moaned as my balls erupted. My seed spilling hotly into her. I kept giving her what she needed until she was a quivering mess wrapped around me, shouting out her second release.
11
JAKE
I left her locked up in the house. It was the only way to keep her safe, and I needed to make her understand that I had no intention of freeing her. She’d become an addiction, more powerful than any fucking drug. Her sighs and moans were intended for me, and those sweet intoxicating whimpers only proved to me that she was just as fixated on me as I was on her.
We were a lot alike, her and I. Quiet, reserved, two introverted souls that were forced into a situation neither of us knew how to get out of.
As I drove down the bleak roads, I spotted a woman. She was no older than Rose, similar features, similar hair. But this girl was drugged up, high on cocaine or some sort of hallucinogen. She was swaying back and forth, stumbling through the snow. She was perfect. Taking her life would be easy. A soul for a soul. She’d be the one to save her.
I pulled up beside her and called out to her. The girl barely glanced my way until I showed her the twenty, I held in my hand, not that she’d be able to use it. Not when I was done with her. She settled on the money and hopped into my car, shivering from the cold. I stared at her and contemplated the whole scene.
Strangling would probably be the easiest, less messy way to go about it. Her neck was delicate, all it would take was a thin rope, and her body would give in within seconds.
“So, what do you want? A blowjob or somethin’?”
I remained still, taking in her heavy makeup and tear-stricken face. I have a rule I live by. One that can't be so easily discarded. I may be a monster, but even evil has commandments it follows. We all abide by these rules. But this one made me human. It was the reason I couldn't touch Rose. My urge for blood did not outweigh the fact that I was about to murder one woman to save another. Nothing made sense in my head anymore. But I needed to make sure I treated her like a mark. She was young and naive, but she looked innocent. If she was, I'd have to let her go. Yet you wouldn't believe how many innocents have shed blood. Watching her carefully, I asked the question that would seal her fate.
“Have you ever killed anyone?”
Her eyes met mine and she smirked. “What are you a cop?”
My hand squeezed the steering wheel. “Just answer the damn question.”
She looked away, and it bothered me that I couldn’t see the expression on her face. When she spoke, I knew what she’d done, and it was enough for me to make my decision.
“He deserved it.”
“Why is that?”
“Because he did things to me and then he went back to his wife thinking that was okay. He was a creep who lied and cheated. He deserved to die.”
“How did you kill him?”
She turned to face me, her eyes calculating as she remembered each intricate detail of the murder. She'd planned it out and executed it quite well, but now judgment had arrived. Starting the car, I pulled out onto the road, my mind focusing on one thing alone. I had to kill this woman. She was my Rose's salvation.
Vadik answered the call on the third ring. He spoke in deep Russian I couldn't follow, the only thing I got was his threat to kill me.
“Gde devushka?”
“I have her.”
“
Pochemu ona ne umerla? She was supposed to be dead weeks ago.”
“We had a problem, and now it is resolved,” I hissed into the phone as I glanced at the girl who was now seated in my kitchen, with a glass of water, confident there was no harm about to be inflicted on her.
“Chertovsky nekompetentyy ublyudok.”
I clenched my jaw, remaining stoic as he cursed at me. If calling me a fucking incompetent bastard got his kicks off, and his sights off Rose, then I’d take it.
“I want proof. And no stupid pictures. Video this time.”
I grimaced, trying to figure out exactly how to plan this so that this asshole would believe what was about to happen.
“Fine,” I agreed. But if I am going to do this, then I have stipulations.”
“Ty neblagodarnyy, kusok der’ma!”
“I’m the piece of shit with your witness in my hands,” I seethed. “Do you want me to go through with this or not?”
“Razgovarivat’!”
I paused and stepped out of earshot. "I want to break my contract. You call off the rest of your hired gunmen and you tell them to leave me the fuck alone, and I'll disappear."
“No money?”
“I could give a shit about your dirty money. Grant me my freedom and I’ll give you what you want.”
"Deal. Get rid of her. Make sure it's not messy and do it quickly. When you're done, bury her out in the woods or whatever. I just don't want to see her ever again."
As I hung up the phone, I suddenly heard the heavy pounding on the door that came from within her bedroom.
“Jake!” She shouted my name and I quickly opened the door and walked in, shoving her back and onto the bed. I didn’t want her to be seen, or for her to see who was in the kitchen.
“You don’t need to shout.”
“What is going on?”
“I found a solution.”
“What kind of solution?”
“One that doesn’t concern you.”
“Does it concern that girl you have out there?”
I narrowed my eyes on her. Oh, she was so damn smart, it was almost annoying. “What did you hear?”
“I didn’t hear anything. I saw you drag her inside,” she pointed to the bedroom windows and I cursed. “What is she doing here?”
“Listen to me. Whatever you hear in the next few minutes, I want you to stay here and keep quiet.” I pressed a finger to her mouth, but she turned away, a look of disgust in her face.
“You can’t do that to her.”
“She’s not as innocent as she looks.”
“It doesn’t matter. It’s wrong!”
I covered her mouth, looking back at the door. “I said shut your mouth.”
Her eyes were wide pools of deep blue as she stared back at me. "It's either her or you." I shook as I held her head and pressed my palm harder against her mouth. "And I am not going to take that chance."
I turned to leave, but she came at me. My fiery woman, ready to kill for what she believed was right. An angel and the devil standing off with each other, and the determination in her eyes told me she wasn’t going to give up so easily.
“Kill me. I won’t be responsible for you taking another life, so just do it. Kill me!” She shouted into my face, banging on my chest.
“It is not your responsibility,” I gripped her wrists, giving her a strong shake. “Let me do my job.”
"I'm your job!" A sob escaped her and suddenly she was crumbling against me. "Please don't hurt her. I beg you, please. I'll do whatever you want, just please don't hurt her."
She sobbed against my chest as I stared at the empty space before me. After a long moment, I pushed her off me. “I need to do this.”
“There has to be another way.”
“I need to produce a body,” I hissed at her. “Me! It is my life on the line!”
“Then do it. Kill me!”
I turned, running my hand through my hair. “I can’t!” Gripping her by the arms, I tugged her to me. “I don’t want you to die,” as I let the words out, my lips found hers and I kissed her. It was the first kiss we’d had, and it was fierce and full of that raw intensity we both kept hidden so deeply. Her tenacity was attractive in so many ways and so was her pureness of heart. She was so damn kind, I didn’t know what the fuck to do when I was around her.
How does the devil protect an angel without falling in love?
Breaking the kiss, I slid out the rope I had tucked in my back pocket. It was meant for the woman who was still seated in the kitchen, oblivious to the turbulence going on in here. I twirled her around, gripping her arms and hastily tying them together. She yelled out a few curse words and stomped at my shins and feet, but I managed to subdue her. Slamming her down into the chair I locked her legs in place and secured her. Then came the gag. Before I slid it through her lips, she spat at me.
“You disgust me,” her voice broke as my eyes met hers, and slowly I slipped the gag into place. If looks could kill, my flower had just committed a massacre.
I walked back out to the kitchen, leaving my wilting flower screaming into her gag. The girl sat with her back toward me, her head in her hands. I ripped the telephone cord off the wall and picked up the cell phone I kept on the table in the living room. I propped the screen on the kitchen counter and turned on the video. Turning to her, I slid my hand across her throat, seductively pulling her head back.
“I’m going to need you to play along.”
She moaned as I gripped her neck, my eyes staring at the screen, making sure the position was correct. With her head tilted back, you couldn't tell that it wasn't Rose. Her pale skin and dark hair were the only way they would be able to recognize her. Pulling the cord back, I slid it around her neck, and she gave me a drugged giggle.
“You like it rough,” she stated, her tongue licking at her lips.
Gripping the edges of the chord, I tightened it around her neck. She shifted in her seat but allowed me to continue. When I looked up once again, I could suddenly see what Rose saw. I came face to face with the cold-blooded murderer I'd become. I had always thought I hated Rose and what she made me feel, but at that moment, the look in my eyes reflected everything I'd always fought against in my youth. I never hated Rose, I hated myself.
The girl shifted once again, and I stared down at her. Her eyes were clenched shut, the veins on her neck protruding like tiny blue trails leading to her main artery, all I had to do was apply a little pressure and cut it all off. It would be so simple to do, yet Rose’s eyes and disapproving look continued to make me regret the decision.
The girl appeared so vulnerable and I was a fucking coward. One who couldn’t even give her a chance to fight me. Feeling truly revolted by what I was planning to do, I slid the chord away from her throat sharply, and she yelped as it burned her skin. Pulling her out of the seat, I shoved her towards the door.
“Leave,” I hissed at her, gripping onto the chair as a deep sense of despair consumed my body.
“You can’t just…”
“I said leeeave!” My anger hit her in waves, and she stumbled back, running out the front door. I staggered after her, slamming the door behind her and locking it.
I stared down at my hands. For the first time in my life my hands were shaking, and I balled them into fists, trying to make them stop, as I leaned my head against the door. I never questioned my actions. I was like a robot, just doing what I was ordered to do. I had always been this way. Whether the order was to shoot to kill or find the mark dead or alive, I didn't know any other way.
What the fuck was I doing?
I'd never killed anyone without a contract or an order. It wasn't something I enjoyed doing, it was just simply a job. I detached myself from the world in order to go through with it. I glanced over at the phone screen, afraid of what I was going to find. But instead of a monster, I found a man who was lost. A man who wanted to find a reason for her to accept him.
I slowly made my way towards the bedroom, sliding the door op
en, revealing her once again. Her large blue disapproving eyes looked up at me, and I deserved that from her. I deserved to be seen as the bad guy because I was the bad guy. And I’d come to take what I wanted.
12
ROSE
I raised my head as the door opened, my eyes were swollen from crying, my vision slightly blurred. He stood in the doorway, his large shadow encompassing the light. Slowly, he made his way toward me and paused before me. My mind was full of all sorts of skepticism and bewilderment. This stranger was not like any man I'd ever come across before. I'd say he was broken but it was more than that. It seemed like he didn't even know how to break. His past was a seamless series of deception and carnage, yet deep down I was the one to pull him back to humanity and his heart fought it with all he had.
His hands reached out and I flinched, believing he may still hurt me, but instead, he gently traced the sides of my face before he untied the gag.
“Did you come back to tell me you killed her?” I croaked, trying to move my jaw once again. I was angry at him. At destroying the only little faith I had in him.
“You did your job,” I spat out the last word like an insult. “What the fuck else do you want from me!” I sobbed as he leaned towards me, the look of regret in his eyes took me by surprise.
“I can’t keep away from you, Rose. I don’t want to,” he grunted as his hands fisted the top of my tank top. He practically lifted me, dragging me back onto the mattress. My hands were still tied as he gripped the thin material tightly, making me quiver as he slowly started to pull, forcefully ripping it in half. I yelped as he yanked the whole thing off me, my breasts now exposed for him to take his fill of.
“You don’t get to deny me what’s mine,” he growled as his gaze left heated trails along my skin. “I don’t want you to touch me!” I shouted at him, scurrying up along the side of the bed.
He dragged me back down, gripped my chin so that my eyes were once again on him. “I touch what belongs to me.”
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