Page 3 of Burning Souls

The gun hanging in my knickers rubs against my still-wet skin.

I could put one bullet through his skull, and all my problems would be gone. That’s not true. Jessie is an asshole and is incredibly annoying most of the time, but he got me this job.

So maybe I can’t call this a job, but in my eyes, it is, so let's leave it at that.

He acts like he’s in control, but I am. I’m the one with the advantage. If I wanted to, I could tie him up down the hall, stab him repeatedly, or I could melt his dick in acid. I’ve still yet to try this one.

I sit on the couch beside him, pressing a cigarette to my lips as he places his light on me, letting the tobacco burn and filling up my lungs with the toxic chemicals I love so much.

He’s fixated on my body. I flip over, locking his legs in between mine. The gun is no longer in my knickers. Instead, the barrel rests on his forehead. As I press harder, his lips curl. He’s enjoying every bit of this. I won’t shoot him for many reasons. The mess would be a nightmare to clean, and the fact I’m not sure his two brothers would appreciate me killing him. Foster brothers, that is.

Stop judging me.

“Is this a new kink you have? All you have to do is ask. You know I’m up for trying new things,” Jessie teases. My finger presses harder. I’m close to pulling the trigger and blowing this man’s brains out, but when I open my eyes, I’m no longer holding the gun. I’m not even sitting on top of him. I’m under him as he straddles me, and our legs interlock each other. My breathing hitches and everything becomes hot. The gun is now on my head, the barrel tight.Prick.

“You may be this bad bitch when you are killing those men, but I’m not them. I don't hurt women. I’m the person who saved you and gave you a new way of life. Remember that.” He scowls, his mouth closer to me. I have the urge to roll my eyes, knowing he would choke me using his hand as a necklace, something I’mfamiliar with, but I restrain myself ever so slightly from making this worse for myself.

“Because if you don’t, this gun won’t be going in your brain but in your pussy while I make you ride it and come all over. Then, I can watch you suck the barrel of your gun covered in it,” he growls, his lips tracing mine as he sucks my bottom lip and bites me until I bleed a little into his mouth, kissing me. Jessie and I have no love. We just loathe each other.

My mouth waters at the smell roaming around him, bitter but sweet like his personality. His mouth grazes my cheek, then my ear lobe as he bites down, causing me to screech.

“You can hate me. God, I love it. When you hate me, it only makes me harder. Details will be sent over later.” His eyes narrow as he jumps off me, tossing my gun back at me.Asshole.

Jessie turns around, leaning over me and taking my hair into his fist, making pain come through in the form of a headache from the back of my eyes. His warm mouth is inches away from me.

“Let’s stop pretending your pussy isn’t aching for me to fuck you. If I was to turn you over and ram my cock into you… Would you tell me to stop, or would you beg me like the whore you are for more?”

Jessie moves off the couch, leaving me still sitting in shock.

The doors shut, making my body jerk at the sound.

But not before I'm running to the door and slinging it back open. Jessie turns around, leaning against his car, one leg crossed over the other. He looks divine, as usual, and I hate to admit that.

“Miss me already?” Yes, but I won’t admit that never being vulnerable gets you nowhere. Somehow, I need to convince him to let me find a kill.

“No. Shut up. I want to come with you to find a kill.” A crease forms between his eyebrows, his eyes narrowing in confusionbefore they settle, realising what I just said. He stays leaning against his car, biting his bottom lip, licking it over and over, studying my body, and staying silent. I'm unsure if this is a good thing or a bad thing. Something I never know about Jessie.

I walk closer toward him.

“Telling me to shut up was a bad idea, Angel. Want to come and find a kill with me? Get on your knees.” He grits his teeth together, voice deeper as his nose flares, looking at me. I'm practically drooling as I get on my knees, feeling his hardened erection forming between the fabric. All I want is my mouth around his cock.

“Take off my belt, Angel. I want to wrap it around your neck and teach you a lesson on how speaking to people matters.” His heart pounds hard through his clothes, I hear every beat right on time. He gathers a bit of saliva between his lips before spitting on my face.

Making me feel dirty.

Something I don't mind.

“W-What? You can’t be serious. That could kill me.” My heart pounds through my body. His eyes darken, showing me all the obscurity around his eyes, the very same around my soul. Maybe that's why I'm drawn to hate him more.

I like the thrilling sensation of both of our corrupted minds together.

“Are you scared? Do I make you feel on edge?” Of course he does. I'm giving him full control over my life.

“No. What makes you think I'm scared of you?” Jessie's eyes linger on me for a hot minute, looking at me with fury and desire, making sweat form on my forehead and down my back while also making me pulse between my legs.

“That's a lie. I can see how uneasy you feel. Imagine how you will feel when I cut off your breathing with my belt,” he growls, taking his finger and tracing my lips, pulling one down and thenforcing three into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat and causing me to gag.

“Jessie, don’t, you might kill me.” My eyes close, leaving a little gap, and puppy eyes form. My mouth opens slightly, making sure to keep my hot, burning desire on him.

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