Red
Fuck Me

C H A P T E R N I N E T E E N

“Cute.” I muttered sarcastically.

“You work for Petrov?” I didn’t react to his question. “You work for Valentino?” He laughed a little “you a cop?”

“Maybe I work alone.” I answered.

“An assassin, really?” He rolled his eyes, not threatened in the slightest. To people like us, assassins are nothing more than a nuisance.

“Okay, I’ll humour it for a second. What would an assassin want with me?” He brainstormed, running his finger against his stubble.

“Maybe you ticked off an ex boyfriend.” He pressed his lips together firmly.

“Who hired you?” He cocked a brow of arrogance “How much is the bounty worth?”

“C’mon now, you know I’m not going to answer those questions.” I walked around my kitchen, Ace dangerously piercing into me with his fury-filled blue eyes. I checked behind the microwave, no gun.

I headed into the bedroom, he followed me. Hobbling along the floor like his footsteps stole all of his effort but he put on a brave face.

“Quit looking for your guns Red. They’re all gone.” I ignored him, looking behind my units, under my desk, behind my drapes, inside my mirror. Getting increasingly wound up that he had stolen all of my stuff.

“You fucking creep!” I yelled out. “How long were you in my bedroom while I slept!” My eyes fell to my panty drawer and I pounced over there tossing the panties out.

“Yeah, got the one from in there as well.” He commented from behind me. I pulled out Boris my big black hollowed-out dildo and I heard him sigh. “Red this isn’t the time to masturbate.” Untwisting the battery compartment I smiled to myself when I got my hands on the pocket knife I kept inside.

I didn’t hesitate before throwing it like it was a dart and he was my board.

“Ah! What the fuck Red!” He shouted as he yanked the knife out of his thigh. He threw the gun down on the bed and launched at me.

He threw punches, I blocked them.

I threw punches, he blocked them.

We fought for a long time, both an equal match for one another. It was tiring but also made me want to fuck him so bad. He fought well, I fought better but something told me he was holding back or just too hurt to fight properly.

He pounced on me, pushing me down on the bed and pinning my hands above my head so I was unable to move. His hand reached into his back pocket and within seconds he had clamped my hands to the headboard with my own hand cuffs. I used my feet, kicking and grabbing him but it was no use. He managed to get free of my hold and backed up.

He dropped his trousers and winced at the gash I had left in his thigh. Blood pooled out of it and he set his scowl on me.

“Was there any need on that?” He asked with anger.

“You had a gun pointed at my head!” I blew the hair out of my face and tried to move it away completely by thrashing my head around. It just fell back over my eyes.

I watched as Ace very wimpishly sewn himself back up then he rummaged through my closet. He had retorted to not speaking to me now, at all. Sour because I stabbed him, big baby.

“What are you doing?” He turned back to face me for a second before setting his eyes back on my closet.

“Looking for intel on who you are.” He sat next to me on the bed and flipped through the pages in my fake passport, tossing it aside once he had assessed the information and moved onto the next thing.

“You think I would hide my stash in the closet?” I asked, replaceing the amusement within the situation.

He narrowed his eyes at my cockiness and I fully smiled. I wedged myself up a little, still held in place by my hands and tugged on his lower lip with my teeth, forcing him down on top of me.

“Willa” he whispered, spoken like a warning not to continue. I froze at the sound of that name on his lips and pulled back to look at him. “That’s your name, right?” He questioned and I nodded slowly.

“But don’t call me it.” A momentary look of confusion troubled his face for a fleeting moment and then he wiped it away and nodded in agreement. So Red, we’re sticking to Red.

“I bruised you.” He grabbed my face with one of his hands and yanked it to the side, trailing his finger over my jawline. I wiggled my face out of his grip.

“Not feeling guilty are we?” I joked.

Ace said nothing.

“So what now? Are you going to kill me?” His powder blue eyes widened a few millimetres and he looked at the restraints tying me down. “Or are you going to fuck me?”

He froze, lips parting ever so slightly. I lifted myself up towards him, still held captive under the handcuffs and kissed his lips. “Fuck me.” I demanded. He didn’t kiss me back, he just gazed deep into my eyes so I bit down into his lip. “Fuck me” I told him again. “Fuck-”

He slammed his lips down into mine just to shut me up, his tongue invaded my space in a demonically passionate way. I wanted him to kiss me until I could no longer breathe. The kiss grew a little more heated, and low groans of appreciation fell from deep within my throat. In his kiss he was so sure of himself, took charge and excelled in every detail.

I needed him.

“I need you to fuck me.” I breathed out as he moved his skilled mouth to my neck. His full lips traveled down my jaw, following the collarbone and I was sure he was creating hickies all over my body but I didn’t care.

The desire rushing through me made me tremble, if he didn’t fuck me right now I was going to combust. I raised my hips up to him, banging my hipbones into his.

“Shhhh.” He whispered soothingly. “Settle down.” He spoke to me like he was trying to calm the rage of a toddler. He dipped his hand into the waistband of my panties and slipped his finger in between my crease. ”So wet.” He commented with a smirk, keeping his finger frustratingly still. I moved my body against him, forcing some movement down there. My lower regions were pulsating against his fingers yet he wouldn’t sate me.

“Please.” I begged, unable to keep my body still.

“So compliant when you don’t get what you want. That’s a fucking first.” He moved his fingers against my clitoris, teasing me that little bit more before stopping still again. He leaned down, bringing his mouth close to my ear.

“I want to taste your wetness, I bet you’re real sour. Think of everything my tongue could be doing to your body right now, if only you deserved it.” His voice was a gruff whisper, laced with desire. He was torturing me. He captured his mouth with my own again, sinfully kissing me and although I was pissed with him and didn’t want to kiss back I couldn’t stop myself.

“Ace please.” I begged.

“That’s right baby girl, beg me. Tell me who hired you. Tell me why they hired you. What is your plan?”

I gasped as his hands cupped me again, pressing roughly into the most sensitive part of my body and it felt fucking fantastic. “Tell me how sorry you are for making me a shit mafia boss, I should’ve long killed you by now. Why can’t I kill you?” I was shamelessly humping his hand like an animal on heat. “Tell me and I’ll give you what you want. I’ll fuck your brains out, make you forget your own name because mine will be the only one on your mind.”

I pressed my lips together, stopping the sensual moans from falling out, stopping anymore begging from leaving my lips and the last thing I was going to do to this man was apologise.

“Fuck Red, you’re soaking down here. It’s like Niagara Falls, get any wetter and we’re gonna need to pull out the diving gear.” He smiled at me, a goofy smile that didn’t look anything like the cold-blooded killer I’ve come to know. “What’s it gonna be?” He asked. I shook my head, my stubbornness outshining all other personality traits. “Fine.” He pulled his hand out abruptly, and my body froze. Stolen of all its pleasure, a void left unfulfilled.

He showed me his fingers, they shimmered in the light and I felt my cheeks heating up with embarrassment.

I don’t think anyone has ever got me as wet as Ace did. “Do you want to taste what I do to you?” He asked. I coiled my face up in disgust and shook my head.

He brought his fingers closer to me. “Go on, taste it.” I shook my head again. “Coward.” As he pulled his hand away I leaned forward hastily and excitement flashed though his eyes. I maintained eye contact as I licked the full length of his finger and then sucked. “Fuck!” He gasped “that’s so fucking hot.”

My arousal tasted... metallic.

He grabbed the waistband of my panties and yanked me down lower on the bed, pulling them off and throwing them across the room.

“I want you so fucking bad right now, I don’t even care who you are or who you’re working for.” He pushed my legs apart forcefully and dragged my thighs closer to him.

He flattened his tongue against my clit, slowly sliding it down to my entrance. I arched my back, stirred by all of the sensations he was giving my body right now. Nobody had ever done this to me before, I hadn’t had foreplay or oral sex, for me. The unholy things his tongue was doing to me were supernatural. I closed my eyes, screaming in unrecognisable ways.

He was taking me higher, tipping me over the edge once again and just as I hit the height of my euphoria moment he stopped.

“Don’t stop!” I whined.

But then I heard it, gun shots.

“They followed me here.” He had a mouth glistening with my arousal. I swear to god if this was my father, his men or my brothers I was gonna flip sides and kill them all myself.

“They’re shooting up the fucking apartment building.” He rolled off the bed and wiped his mouth.

He quickly undid the handcuffs and I wiped myself on the bed sheets and then collected my shorts from the floor and slipped them on.

“Stay close to me Red.” He ordered.