Page 7 of We The Depraved

“You have no idea. But I want to show you something. Let’s go into the kitchen.”

She eyes me, pushing the gun into my stomach even harder but with a swift snap she gives up and moves into the kitchen. I follow watching her walk on her tip toes; her ass cheeks bounce left to right with a rhythmic cadence she does not even realize she is doing. Tearing my eyes away is the single hardest task to date I’ve had to do and it does nothing for my hard on.

She turns and slams her hand and the gun on the counter.

“Show me what the fuck you have to show me,” she braces herself, meeting my eyes.

“So eager, Kitten.”

She doesn’t like that I’ve given her a nickname. It’s written all over her body. She is like a kitten though. A fierce little thing, with sharp claws.

Her nails have literally been filed down into sharp white nails. They begin to tap a concerto on the countertop that spell out impatience. Calmly, I reach into my back pocket and pull out my cellphone. I hand it to her.

“What?”

“Go to the photos.” I say simply.

“Why?”

“Just do it.” I shrug.

She lets out an angry huff. “I don’t even know why in the fuck I’m entertaining this bullshi….”

Her smartass remark dies upon her lips. Lips that would look great surrounding my swelling cock. Her hand goes to her mouth and covers it in horror.

Maybe I wouldn’t fuck her now, but forcing my cock down her empty throat until she gagged for mercy might take the edge off.

“Why?”

“I told you, Sage. This is happening. You and I are getting married.”

“Just tell me what you want….I’ll find a way to make it happen. But this…”

“She’s fine for now…but baby, one call, or just one thing…one bullet in me, and she’s dead too, Kitten. So you see, Sage, our marriage is going to happen.”

Tears finally happen.

I’ve tipped her over the edge but these aren’t normal run of the mill tears.

These are tears of frustration.

Sage turns away from me and goes into her bedroom, I follow.

There’s a painting on her wall. Behind it is a safe. Sage doesn’t know that I already know the combination.

Her fingers swirl the dials and there’s a beautiful click. She opens the safe and steps aside.

“I have forty thousand dollars,” she says. “It’s all yours but you can’t hurt Khrystina. She’s….”

I come forward. “I told you your money is fucking worthless to me. In time you’ll see. And your sister is safe….for now.”

My words hang in the air.

My pretty little kitten isn’t getting it. I’m not the type that can be bought. She looks up at me; her eyes tell me she’s lost. Stepping back and easing away from her, I know I should leave. I’ve played my hand. I told her what she’ll loose if she refuses to play the game my way.

It flashes then.

Defeat.