Page 14 of The Bones We Break
His soft touch travels further up, his forearm bunches my dress up as he goes. Higher and higher. The feeling of his fingers skimming over my lace underwear causes me to gasp.
“Spread your legs for me. Be my good little whore.” I don’t deny him, I can’t, giving him exactly what he wants. Opening my legs further, I allow him to pull the flimsy material to the side. The cool air of the car brushes against my sensitive flesh, sending goosebumps over my scorching skin.
“I bet your pussy is soaking for me, isn’t it? Gagging for me to fill it.” His voice is dark and dangerous and I revel in it.
“Yes.. I want you.” I whimper and lift my hips, chasing the friction I so desperately need. Ricky runs the pads of his fingers over my slit, spreading the wetness around before he spreads my pussy and I throw my head back against the seat in pleasure.
“Please, I’m begging you.” I say on a breathy exhale. He simply laughs and continues to play and tease as my moans grow desperate with every swipe of his touch. His fingers find my clit and I groan, and grip the seat with one hand, his knee with the other, my knuckles turning white under the pressure. The touch is torture as he circles my clit over and over, the movement starts to send me into a frenzy. He whispers into my ear again.
“If you want me to fuck you with my fingers, you’re going to have to keep quiet, I’d hate for Nico to hear you making a mess of my leather seats.” I nod frantically and bite my bottom lipbetween my teeth, blood blooming to the surface.
“Good little slut.” He praises. Without warning he slips two fingers inside me, stretching me so perfectly. I tighten the grip on his knee, trying with everything I have to keep silent. He pulls his fingers out to the tips so slowly before plunging back inside, my toes curl in my heels and my eyes roll back into my head. Ricky keeps up with his torturous rhythm, forcing his fingers deeper and deeper inside me to the point that I’m pretty sure they might come out of my mouth.
“You better fucking come for me, slut.” He threatens and I do. I come so fucking hard around his fingers.
“Ricky! I’m coming, oh my God.” He picks up his speed, the squelching wetness bounces around the small space. Panting heavily, he drags my orgasm out until I’m absolutely spent. The aftershock of tremors wrack through my entire body as he slides his fingers out, they glisten under the passing streetlights, my arousal coating the slender digits.
He runs his fingers across my bottom lip before pushing them between my teeth until I can taste my own arousal coating my tongue. Wrapping my lips around his fingers, I let out a low moan and Ricky swoons me with his dazzling grin before pulling his fingers out of my mouth. Suddenly I become aware of my surroundings, reality hitting me face first. Scrambling around I straighten out my underwear and dress before flattening a hand over my hair to tame the mess I know is happening on my head. My gaze drops to the massive bulge in Ricky’s trousers, the fabric straining across the length. A flush spreads across my skin all over again. That thing could cause some serious damage.
The car comes to a slow crawl before it stops completely.
How long has Nico been driving us around?
Looking past Ricky and out of the passenger window, I see my apartment in the glow of the streetlight that sits outside of it. My hands fumble awkwardly with the hem of my dress before Ricky speaks.
“Come, I’ll walk you to your door.”
He exits the car first, then holds his hand out for me. I slip my hand into his as he helps me out. I feel his large hand splayed across my lower back as he guides me up the path towards the steps then, he proceeds to hold the door open for me.
“After you, sweetheart.” I give him a coy smile and dip my head, stepping into the apartment complex. We both start up the stairs and I feel Ricky’s eyes taking in the surroundings of the rundown space. It’s not as bad as it looks, I think to myself and lead him down the gloomy hallway until we reach my door.
“Well, this is me.” I say. “Thank you, Ricky. I’ve had such a wonderful night.” Dropping my gaze, I start to dig my keys out of my clutch when I’m suddenly pushed back against the door, my head hitting the wood. Immediately, Ricky’s mouth lands on mine in a bruising kiss, our teeth clashing against one another. His strong hands roam all over my body, before they wrap around my throat in a tightening grip. My breath hitches as I try to take in a breath, and stars start to twinkle behind my eyelids. What is happening? What have I done? Ricky loosens his grip slightly and I take the opportunity to suck in that precious oxygen between kisses. His mouth leaves a trail of burning kisses down my jaw to the sensitive skin of my neck and I tilt my head backwards, he pushes his groin into my centre, feeling his hard length against my throbbing core. My brain completely short circuits and forgets all about the way he wrapped his hand around my throat and squeezed tightly. I don’t know how to think or feel around this man. Everything about him gives mewhiplash. He turns me on and frightens the life out of me, and that thought alone should have me running for the hills but I can’t seem to bring myself to walk away from him. His control over me is already cementing in place.
“I could fuck you raw, right here.” he admits, his heavy breaths warming the crease of my neck. “But, I need to leave.” A hint of disappointment washes over me, but maybe it’s for the best. Everything is already going at top speed and I desperately need to pump the breaks on this.
Ricky drops his hands from my body and looks me deep in the eyes before saying “I also had a great time tonight, with you.” His voice is warm and tender.
He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear before lightly grazing the back of his fingers across my jaw. Dipping his head, leans down, his mouth barely touching my ear.
“I can’t wait to claim you. In every. Single. Way.” My mouth falls open, but before I can say anything he’s gone, dropping his hand and striding down the hallway without even a look back.
My heart lurches into my throat and I quickly let myself into my apartment and slide down the wood until my backside hits the floor, bringing my fingers to my lips, running the pads over the tender flesh. I can’t think straight. My mind is at war with my poor heart. I need to call this thing off with Ricky before it gets too far. Before I drown in his stormy oceans. Before it’s too late.
But, I fear the devil may have already made his claim.
What the fuck have I done?
The air is musty and damp in the abandoned building I’m stationed in, my gear laid out in front of me. I tuck the butt of my MK11 sniper into my shoulder, the weight of the heavy gun brings me a sense of calm. Taking in a deep inhale through my nose, I close my eyes for a moment before slowly emptying my lungs. I lose all my thoughts and focus on the target in front of me. Turning the scope slightly, I listen, hearing each click. My deep green eyes are laser focused on Senator Jones, the corrupt bastard. I spin my hat so the peak is at the back, then rest fully on my left forearm and place my hand around the cool metal of the gun, my index finger wrapping gently around the trigger. I’m the grim reaper and when your number is up, you best believe I’ll be there to collect.
As it happens, Senator Jones’s number is up.
I was hired privately to eliminate this target, to rid him from the face of the earth and I happily said yes. This isn’t my first kill. I’ve been a hired hitman for over twenty years now with more than a hundred kills under my belt. I’m not proud of it, but that’s all I know. The only thing that lessens the blow is that I’m ridding the world of the evil fuckers who smear theirwickedness everywhere like an inky black stain. I did a couple of years in the military in my early twenties, jumping ship straight outta college. I did everything in my power to leave my shitty life behind, so as soon as the opportunity arrived, I took it with both hands and never let go. This way of life has moulded me into the man I am today.
Resting my chin on the gun, I never take my eye off the target. Senator Jones is currently at a social gathering with a bunch of other fuckers who are probably just as bad as him. He’s also got the odd security dotted around him. Two stationed at the entrance of the hotel, and three stood a few feet behind him, all of them packing a weapon each. There’s also a blacked out SUV parked outside which probably has security in too. I do another scan of the room, counting at least a handful of people. Michelle, Senator Jones’s wife. Counsellor Williams and Counsellor Philips, both with their wives and a child. Fucking kids. They shouldn’t be here to witness this. I don’t usually accept jobs if children are in the firing line but my employer needed this doing ASAP, regardless of who and where they were. A sense of nervousness washes over me as I keep an eye out for the young boy, whilst also keeping my focus on my target.
My earpiece crackles in my ear, knocking me from my thoughts.
“How’s it looking up there, Viper?”
