“Their struggle isn’t my problem. Not everything in this world is rainbows and fucking sunshine, Bree. Sometimes life is hard. Life is a bitch and no matter how many times you hit it, it gets back up. I could guarantee that none of those people would have my back if our roles were reversed. No one out there has your back as much as you do.”
She sniffles, her eyes filling with more tears, “I don’t fucking care. Kill me or let me go. I refuse to stay here with you. You’re a mindless, disgusting bastard who gets off on bloodshed, and that’s not okay with me. I didn’t sign up to be shacked up with some lunatic.”
I laugh, because, well, it’s funny, and if she thinks I’m crazy, she should see some of the sick bastards who walk freely in the world.
“You didn’t sign up for this? Well, neither did I, darling. But I can tell you now, your father did sign for money, and he made a blood oath to pay it back. You’re the payment. So, no, you cannot go, and no, I won’t be killing you… Yet. What good is money if it’s dead?”
I smirk because I am a fucking prick like that. I watch as her eyes skim the cell. There is nothing for her to throw at me. Her bed is shackled to the wall. The small toilet and sink can’t be moved, and she wasn’t given any sharp objects.
“Then I’ll just do it myself…” She lunges forward as if she is going to do something. Except I am faster and more experienced when it comes to fighting. If a fight is what she wants, she doesn’t stand a chance.
I grab her, my touch gentle. She struggles against me, her elbow coming to land on my stomach. It doesn’t affect me, though. I have been shot at, punched, kicked, and beaten many-a-time.
“Stop,” I demand, pushing her back onto the bed. She squirms even more as if she thinks she can actually get away. She needs to stop—she is making me hard with every scrape of her thigh against my cock.
Since she won’t stop, I decide to take matters into my own hands. I push my weight onto her, which in turn pushes my cock against her thigh. A gasp leaves her lips as her heart races under her shirt. I can hear it even without being against her chest.
“Get off me!” she cries out. It sounds like a cross between need and hate. It’s as if she wants me at that moment, but at the same time, wants me to go away. If that’s the case, I completely understand.
“I know you want it. You want me as much as I want you. You want my cock inside your tight pussy, don’t you?” I push my arousal against her again, thrusting my hips in an upward motion.
She shakes her head no, but with every small thrust, she sighs as if it alleviates some of the pressure deep within.
Her eyes darken, and her tongue dips out onto her bottom lip. She wants me. I know it, and she knows it. It’s getting there that is going to be the hardest part.
“Let me fuck you… Let me satisfy all those desires deep inside that pretty little head of yours.” My hands caress her as I leave a kiss against her neck.
“You’re demented,” she hisses. She is on the edge, at the point where she wants it, but she doesn’t. I just need to give her that last push into wanting…
“Yes, I fucking am,” I murmur against her ear as I suck it into my mouth. I hear her cry of pleasure, and I’ll be damned if my heart doesn’t speed up a little bit.
“This is wrong…” she utters between pants. I know why she thinks it is wrong, but I don’t care. She will have to understand and learn if she ever plans to make it in this life.
“Nothing is wrong. It’s merely your perception of what you believe is right and wrong that has you confused.” I push her down, parting her legs with my own. Devouring her neck and ear, I wait for her to say the final words.
I may be a bastard, a ruthless killer even, but I am not one for taking women against their will. There is always a tight, warm pussy that wants my cock. There is no need to take when it can be given by others.
She shudders, her hips gyrating against my own. She whimpers again, her eyes opening. They shine brightly back at me as I slide my hand down to her sweatpants, cupping her there. Her head falls back, and her eyes close for a brief second.
“We can’t,” she states, fighting against it. I will admit, she is strong, but I am stronger.
“Then I’ll taste you… I’ll have you begging to ride my cock…” I murmur in her ear as I pull myself off her. Gripping the hem of her shirt, I pull it off in one swift movement. Her pants follow suit, and she lies before me in nothing but a black thong.
“It was wrong. What you did was wrong.” Her words are real, and the force of them stop me dead in my tracks.