Page 94 of Cunning Lies
The bags swallow her head, and this time, I tie it at the base of her neck. Inside, her head twists and the plastic shimmies as if whipping against the wind, but the movement is smaller this time. Panic builds and she struggles, pulling at the bindings, her skin purple and red against the rope. Her legs spread as she bucks, trying to get the thing off any way that she can, even if it kills her.
And I can’t fucking take it anymore.
I pry my fingers into the plastic, ripping a hole inside of the two layers but before she can even gasp, I press my lips to hers, swallowing her air. I can barely see her mouth and nose, but her body trembles at my touch. Maybe it’s the adrenaline. The will to survive. Knowing that if she plays along, I’ll be more likely to let her go. But I don’t care. I force my tongue inside of her mouth, and she bites me, finally using her teeth against me. I moan at the sharp pain, wrapping my hand around her throat. She surrenders to me, her tongue swimming against mine, and I feel myself letting go too.
Fuck it all.
I grab my knife and cut off the rope at her ankles, leaving her arms still tied to the chair, then I pull off her jeans. Ronin is back against the wall somewhere. Vi pants and sucks in that precious air, knowing that it might be her last. Her legs shake and when I unzip my pants, she kicks forward, aiming for my balls. She misses and hits my leg instead, then wails in sorrow, in fright, in self-pity, and I stroke my cock. She’s so fucking beautiful and stubborn, and all I want is her. Her knees are spread as far as they can go, her naked cunt sliding against the chair.
“You like being filmed, slut?” I ask, tilting my head toward the camera. “You like knowing that my brother is watching you?” Her eyes shift to Ronin, then back to me, her bottom lip quivering. I step closer, bending down to her ear. The torn plastic bag crinkles against me. “You think he wants to fuck you right now? I bet he does. I bet he’s waiting for me to give him permission to fuck you unconscious. But I don’t share, do I, baby?”
Her lips drop open, and I shove my tongue inside of her, keeping my eyes open and focused on her. Her nostrils flare, but she kisses me back. I break it off, looking down at her.
“God, you’re pathetic,” I say, rubbing my dick. “All you want is to come. But I need more than that, Vi.”
I stroke the exposed part of her mouth with the back of my fingertips, shushing her, and finally, she stills. The shredded bag is still around her neck like a nest, and through the mouth hole, I can see a tear running down her cheek.
My dick softens for a second. Thatisn’ta tear of overwhelming pleasure.
“Do you love me?” she whispers.
Everything inside of me tenses.
Love?She’s asking about love right now?
You’re in love with her. Shit. You’re protecting her,Niko had said.
I can’t take this anymore.
I lift her hips and thrust inside of her, slamming my mouth against hers so she can’t speak. I can’t take her words anymore—not about love. Her pussy clenches around me as she wheezes through her nose. I can’t think straight. She’s got to be screwing with me—using those words about love to confuse me until I question my every move—and damn it, it’s working.It’s fucking working.My dick is hard and my brain tries to focus on my only goal. On the Endo-kai. On my loyalty to the family that raised me. But there’s nothing left inside of me except for want.Need.
I need Vi.
I pry my fingers inside of the bag’s hole, ripping it wider, and those blue eyes penetrate me to my core. Damp red hair clings to her forehead, soaked from fearful sweat, and she’s so fucking beautiful, it’sirritating.She may be a criminal like me, but she’s not just that. She cares about her family, and is loyal to a fault, and I hate it, hate it so much that it’s her piece of shit uncle who gets that loyalty, and not me.
Her stormy blue eyes fill to the brim, about to break, and I know she needs to hear me say it. To give her that reassurance. To tell her that it’ll be alright. That I love her. That I always have.
But I can’t give her that. I encase her throat with one hand, the other tangled in her hair, and I kiss her. I take everything in: her sweat, that burnt sugar body spray, mixed with the dusty concrete of the warehouse. The plastic bag shredded around her neck like a wreath. Her trembling body against me. Her orange freckled skin. Her warmth—god, her warmth. She’s comfort in the flesh, and I hate it all.
Her pussy squeezes my dick in a familiar rhythm—she’s going to come like a geyser around me and it’s all I can take. She convulses, her orgasm gushing around me, and I come too, filling her up with my seed, making sure she sees everything inside me.
I briefly wonder if she’s on birth control, but I suppose it doesn’t matter. The Endo-kai is my only concern right now.
I zip up my pants, then step back. She’s half-naked, her body covered in sweat, her pussy dripping with come. To call her ‘disheveled’ would be doing her a disservice: she’sdestroyed.I hope that I never forget what she looks like at this moment. A tragically beautiful mess.
My wife.
Ronin adjusts against the wall, a new cigarette smoldering between his lips, a few butts at his feet. He glances at us, but he never lets his eyes stray to her body. He’s respectful; I’ll give him that.I’dbe looking if I were in his position.
So much for having Ronin keep me in line.
Now that sex is out of our systems, we can focus on the real problems between us. I snap around to Vi.
“Who is paying you?” I ask Vi.
“Just kill me,” she whimpers in defeat. Is she serious, or is she mocking me?
I howl up at the ceiling. I can’t kill her. I won’t. I refuse.
