Page 10 of The Sins That Bleed

Sick Fuck

RAI

“ Y ou look like you need a good fuck.”

I’m immediately on my feet, gun drawn, as I aim it toward the corner of my room. A soft chuckle reaches my ears, goosebumps erupting over my body.

“Ah, ah, ah. Put the gun down, mon chéri, before you do something you’ll regret.”

Her French accent is subtle, but it caresses me, scratching an itch in my brain that makes me want to beg her to keep talking.

It pisses me off.

“What the fuck are you doing in my apartment, Valeska? I could have fucking shot you, and I sure as shit will arrest you if you don’t explain yourself right now.”

My hands are steady as I train the gun on her outline, but my mind and heart are raging as adrenaline courses through me. She’s standing here, in my bedroom, and my head swarms with the images of her bent over my bed.

“What are you doing? How did you get in? Blah, blah, blah. You’re cute when you’re scared, agent, I can fix that.” Her sultry voice flustering me.

“I’m not sca?—”

She cuts me off by stepping towards me, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. She’s bathed in moonlight streaming in from the open window as it gleams off her pale, milky skin. I drink her in like a parched man stranded in the desert who found his oasis.

Creamy white skin is all I can see as I study the contours of her body.

Her sharp shoulders are on display, intricate lace covers her arms, but the thin black fabric conceals the parts I’ve wanted to explore since I first laid my eyes on her.

Fuck . The dress, if I can call it one, is snug to her body while a layered skirt that is begging me to flip it up and taste her ruffles with her movement.

I want to fuck her until I can remove the claws she’s sunk into my skin.

“Cat got your tongue, mon chéri?”

Her seductive tone turns my blood to liquid fire. My dick is rock-hard from her proximity, the sweats I’m wearing do nothing to conceal it from her, and I watch her eyes flick down to where it’s straining against the fabric. I’m furious, but so turned on that I can’t think straight.

With Valeska this close to me, the air I breathe is permeated with the scent of cherries. My nostrils flare, as if I can absorb the smell of her deep into my bones. I take a step toward her without thinking about it.

Why is that scent familiar?

“Tell me why you’re here, mon cauchemar. I thought I made it clear that I didn’t fucking like you.”

My harsh words contradict the need to get closer to her. Like a fly caught in her web, I’m powerless to do anything but stay in her trap. I take another step and her scent gets stronger.

“I‘m going to fuck that attitude out of you, or give you a real reason to call me your nightmare.”

She smiles, but it’s not friendly. She’s poised in her perfectly crafted web and one vibration from me will have her striking.

My body ignores the threat behind the smile, closing the distance to be closer to her, so I can sear her beauty into the walls of my mind.

My gun presses into her stomach as our breaths mingle together.

“Get the fuck out of my home before I make you,” I growl, but she doesn’t move.

I ignore how much I don’t want her to leave.

“Oh please do. I always love a good fight before I fuck.”

Her words are a whisper but, before I can do anything, she moves with a speed I wasn’t expecting.

My back is to her chest as she twists my hand with the gun behind my back, her other brutally gripping my hair as she yanks my head back.

The biting sting is a wickedly wonderful pain that sends a shot of desire through me.

My knees bend as she tugs harder until my eyes meet hers. Valeska looks down at me, her long lashes moving in a slow blink. I want to place soft kisses over them, kiss her all over to discover what she feels like under my lips.

“Let me go, you fucki?—”

I grit my teeth as she pulls my hair harder, stopping my struggle before it begins. It hurts like hell, but my throbbing dick is a clear sign I want it. I need a release and she’s feeding into it with every bit of pain she inflicts on me. I need to be punished, to atone for my sins.

“Watch how you speak to me mon chéri, or I’ll have to muzzle you.” Her words ghost my skin as she lines her pouty lips with my ear.

Her hand moves from my arm at my back to cover my mouth, her sharp nails biting into my flesh.

Part of me wants to push her to do it, mouth off until she has no choice but to remove my words.

I vibrate from the arousal that brings me as she tugs my hair harder, waiting for me to answer.

I nod my head as much as I can in this position before she lets me speak.

“Yes, mon cauchemar.” My voice is a breathy whisper; I’ll do anything she tells me to if it means dousing the flames licking at my skin.

“Good boy. Now, get on your knees.”

I immediately drop, not caring as my knees crack on the hard floor. I’m eager to please, but it wars with the urge to cuss her out, tell her how much I hate how much I need this. My body doesn’t know whether to pick fight, flight, or freeze.

She lets me go as I fall and stands before me. I’m eye level with the lace of her skirt; it needs to get out of my fucking way. I salivate at the thought of her letting me taste her so I tip my head up and hope my eyes are pleading what my mouth would never dare admit.

“You’re going to do exactly as I say until I’m satisfied. If you stop, I will inflict pain that will leave a scar, got it? If you want to stop at any point, you will tell me and I will leave here as if this encounter never happened.”

I nod. “Yes, mon cauchemar.”

I’ve pleased her. My lips tip up at the corners as her delicate hand traces the contours of my face and I don’t fight it, the sensation making my eyes flutter in delight.

They ghost over my cheekbone, the bridge of my nose, and along my jaw until her hand closes around my throat and she tips my head further back.

The bite of her long red nails as they dig into my skin drives my desire higher.

“You’re going to take your gun and fuck me with it. You will pleasure me with it until I come, and only then will I allow you taste me. You’re desperate to taste my pussy, aren’t you?”

All I can do is nod. I’m enraptured by her and I’m practically convulsing at the thought of tasting her. I’ve never loathed myself more.

She lets go of my throat and steps a little closer, her hands on the lace of her skirts as she reveals more of her slender thighs to me. A moan slips past my lips even though I’m yet to see any more of her. Before she gets to her centre, she stops.

“Get that gun ready, mon chéri. Oh, and leave the safety off, finger on the trigger.” Her eyes sparkle with glee. “I like to play dangerously.”

She’s fucking crazy, but I do as she says, bringing the metal up in front of my face and leaving the safety off. Our gazes stays locked and it’s as though she’s stripping me bare, seeing all the secrets that I keep hidden from the world.

A small dip of her chin tells me she’s ready. I move the gun toward her as she moves her skirt enough to give me access, and my eyes leave hers to find a thin scrap of black lace covering sensitive flesh. I’m so hard it’s painful.

She meets me halfway and I slide the cool metal along the material until it slips between the apex of her thighs. A gasp leaves her lips and I’m torn between looking at what I’m doing and seeing the pleasure I’m giving her as it plays out over her hauntingly beautiful features.

I give in and watch her face transform into something softer. She transcends any beauty that exists on anyone else.

I fucking hate her.

“Is that all you’ve got, mon chéri? If you want to be rewarded your own release, you’ll need to do better than that.”

I snap back to the gun that has barely moved since I got distracted by her face. I concentrate on the movement, on pleasuring her how she wants it. Flipping between wanting this to be over and it never ending.

“Yes,” she hisses. “Harder, just like that.”

I move the gun back and forth, pressing harder every time it catches her clit over the fabric. I wish it wasn’t in the way, but I don’t dare stop to move it. She didn’t give me permission.

Her whimpers fill the room and I’m compelled to make her come. I flip the gun upside down so the shape works with the curves of her pussy. She lowers her manicured hand down from holding her skirt and slips her panties to the side.

It’s too dark to see with her skirt now lowered. Frustration courses through me at missing out on what I know is a slick pussy, waiting for me to fill it.

She widens her stance and I take that as an invitation to run the barrel through her folds. It slides through easily and I groan at how wet she is for this. To be fucked by my gun. I do the movement again, testing her limit by angling it up on the next pass, causing the tip to go in.

When she doesn’t stop me, I take that as a sign to go all out.

The next stroke I push it further inside her pussy and she curses under her breath.

I rock it in and out of her, finding a rhythm that has her grinding against it, the trigger guard hitting her clit in a way that will have her coming in no time.

Each thrust of my hand pushes my finger down, increasing the risk of the gun going off.

“I’m going to come, keep fucking me with your gun. Show me how much you hate me, take your hate for how much you want this out on my body. Cleanse me with pleasure, mon chéri,” she whimpers.

She’s panting and I go harder until she shatters around the gun. I wish she was full of my cum instead, but I settle for watching her tip her head back in ecstasy. Gently, I slip the soiled gun from her folds.

Her hand takes hold of mine and I shiver at the sensation of her cold skin. Lifting my hand, she puts the gun in the sliver of moonlight. My eyes soak up the slick mess of her cum coating the metal as it glistens before me.

“Look what you did. You made a mess, now clean it.”

She watches me and I realise she wants me to lick it clean. Her degrading tone bristles against me and I revel in it. I don’t want to break this spell she’s cast over me.

My tongue glides over the weapon and I finally taste her. Her juices burst on my tastebuds and I know I’m fucked. I’ll never want to taste another woman after this. She tastes as sweet as she smells, and it’s my new favourite fucking flavour.

“That’s a good boy, lick it all off and I might just reward you.”

I obey until the weapon is completely clean. She inspects it and rewards me with a smile. I can’t stand the warmth that spreads through my body at the praise.

“You did so well, mon chéri. Looks like you’ll be rewarded after all.”

It’s the only warning I get before she tugs me by the hair and forces me to stand.