Bad Boys of Romance(179)

Outraged for a moment, her mouth opened and closed but nothing came out as she finally took in my meaning. “Is that all you want?” She fluttered her eyelashes in jest and ran her hands seductively over her perky plump mounds.

I nodded my head.

“Then you’ll kill me. You promise.” Her voice became steady. “Okay. Fifty grand and some fun first. Do we have a deal?”

“No sugar, anything I want, and I haven’t decided what all I want yet. However, I would like to sample the goods. Have some fun, right here and now.”

Resolved, she dropped the sheet, revealing her bare chest, her pink nipples hardening. “I’m willing to let you have some fun first.”

I sat down beside her again, laying my blade flat against her titty, the tip pressing into her delicate nipple. She seemed conflicted, as she swallowed hard. Goddamn it, I needed to kill her now. My brothers knew I couldn’t kill a woman. Fuck, I know word gets around. Someone was taunting me. This bitch came to fuck me over one way or another. “If you really want to die, quick and painless, you won’t mind being my whore for a while.” Under the sheet, I ran my hand up her leg and my finger over her warm, naked mound. Shutting it, I laid my butterfly knife on the bedside table.

With me no longer threatening her, she didn’t move away but her voice got louder and higher. “I’m paying fifty grand for you to do what I can’t. I have no plans on living much longer, with your help or not. If you are not agreeing to kill me, remove your hand. You touch me, we have a deal. You can’t have your cake and eat it too.”

“Oh, no sweetie. I’ll have you, and eat you too and I’ll kill you when I’ve had my fill.” I captured the back of her neck to keep her still even though she wasn’t fighting. “I’d do it right now for free, but why should I pass up a load of cash. And if you give me any trouble, I’ll drag it out, make it really painful.” I stuck a finger inside her hard, trying to hurt her but in a good way. Emery’s breath hitched like she’d enjoyed it, and I felt desire jolt through me, hardening my cock. “See, you know too much about me. I have to kill you now, whether you want to die or not, but you’re going to give me your money first. You aren’t going anywhere. You’re my whore now.”

“I’m not your whore.”

“Whores don’t get a say.” Just to prove my point I slung off my belt with my free hand and secured it around her neck, pulling it tight against her neck but not chocking her, yet. “If I were you, I’d look at it like this, you’ll get what you want in the end, so you’re better off just playing along.”

“So, we have a deal?” she breathed.

“Deal,” I agreed reluctantly. Who in the hell wants to die? Would pay fifty grand for it? Fuck, if I had fifty grand to spend, I’d be buried in room service and pussy. Speaking of being buried in pussy, keeping a hold of the belt, I tore the sheet off her so I could watch her writhe. Scars decorated Emery’s body, another fucking slap in my face if my brothers sent her. Yeah, no tats or brands and a pussy too tight to be any club’s whore. This bitch was ATF or the real deal, a broken, suicidal wackjob.

I pressed my thumb against her clit, and she exhaled, relaxing, giving into the pleasure. Her face wet with tears with red eyes, now held a hunger. “If you’re not my whore, why is your pussy so wet for me already?” Spreading her legs farther, I wanted a good look at her pretty pink lips, my fingers, surrounded by her sweet fluids, opening her up. Working in another, I began twirling them and pumping in and out. Biting her bottom lip, Emery transformed from victim to predator, a tiger who could eat me alive. Suicidal my ass, this girl had some fire in her. If I watched her face any longer, I’d cum in my pants.

I removed my fingers, Emery’s eyes following them to my lips as I slowly licked them clean. Our eyes fixed on one another. “By the way, my name’s Scar. You’ll need to know that soon.”

“Why?” She quivered from fear or anticipation, I didn’t know and at this point, I didn’t care. Her legs were still spread eagle, that’s what mattered. This ATF bitch was about to the get the fuck of her life.

I couldn’t believe I was about to fuck a Fed. and she was just going to have to let me so she wouldn’t blow her cover. Too fucking hot! Unbuttoning my shirt, I exposed my own scar, a big jagged bubbly snake, running from my left nipple to my navel, marring my otherwise cut chest and six pack abs. The women I fucked were about the only ones to see it, because it’s just too weird to fuck with my shirt on. “You’re going to need to know it when I have you screaming it.” I unzipped my pants and pulled out my eight-inch cock. I’ve seen bigger but most women go wild over the size of my dick. Size does matter, I couldn’t imagine whipping out a six-inch wiener. Stroking it in front of her, I watched her eyes grow even wider as it became even thicker. Harder than a rock, I was ready to dive into her juicy cave. I wouldn’t bother with a condom, I could tell this bitch was clean, and I didn’t worry about knocking her up. One way or other, she’d be dead soon.