Charlotte has been doing illegal things for her mother ever since she was a child. But when one of her 'missions' has an unexpected viewer she has to rely on the witness to keep a secret, but when he decides its an opportunity for something a little...
I can feel my face scrunch up, tight. "You don't get shot. How about that?"
His head drops, but I can still see the smirk on his face. I only just met him today and he is always smirking, is that his favourite thing or something, smirking? He starts to make his way towards me, his long strides closing the distance more and more with every second that passes.
His deep husky voice speaks in a low tone, feels like he's telling me a secret. "I doubt you'd do anything sweetheart."
He really shouldn't be making such bold accusations when I'm the one with the gun. "And what makes you say that?"
My shoulders relax a bit as his demeanour has changed to make him appear more warm and trusting. Before he just seemed like an aggressive dick.
He let's go of a heavy breath and gives me a look like it should be obvious why. "Because if you shoot me, the gun will go off."
Okay, I am totally lost now.
He gives me an unusual look, a faint crease showing up between his pointed eyebrows, his eyes cold, his jaw tight, hes agitated. I have never seen this look before, not on anyone besides Mother.
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"If the gun goes off it will make a bang. The security team will come storming in and you'll be delt with elsewhere." He reaches out to grab the gun, I give it to him. It makes sense that I would shoot him, but I wouldn't want to get caught... again.
"Nice trick by the way. Taking the gun." His expression changes almost as quick as the sentence left his mouth. "Its a pity its not your thing though. Should've brought a knife."
How the fu- How would he know that?
Looking down and opening the barrel of the gun he let's out a huff of air, all I hear is mumbled nothing's. Is he counting? He looks so beautiful, why is it he is so attractive?
Sliding the gun back into the rear end of his jeans he extends his hand out for me. I don't take it, I smack it away.
Almost instantly his hand wraps around my hair and pulls me up towards him, quickly pinning me up against the wall.
"What do I get?" His expression is what makes this all the more intense. A different type of intense than with other 'excursions', usually its because i know what's going to happen, but now it's because I don't.
I don't respond.
"Feeling a bit mute darling?" His face moves down to the crook in my neck, he places a soft delicate kiss on the skin where my neck and shoulder meet. The feeling of his lips on my skin sends a shiver down my spine, The kiss is both soft and tender at the same time.
His lips trace up my neck, leaving a trail of heat behind.
"If you won't tell me what I get why don't i just tell you?" The warmth radiating from his mouth giving me a feeling I dont experience often.
I squeeze my legs together to try and stop the throbbing between them. I have no idea why I am reacting like this but it feels so damn good.
I look up to see his expression has once again changed, his eyes are dark, heavy. His tongue tracing over his bottom lip with hunger.
"Awwe, is sweetheart struggling? Need some help there baby?" His eyes locked on my thights clamping together.
"You couldn't help me no matter how hard you'd try." I know I fucked up the moment he let out a low groan lifting his leg up, his thigh came in contact with my core. The feeling from anything touching me like that flooding relief through my body.
I shudder at the thought of him doing anything more than this. I am struggling to breathe, my heart is racing so fast.
My head starts to get heavy, the knot im my stomach growing bigger and bigger with every second that passes. Until he pulls away.
"Alright, well I won't tell anyone... Under one condition."
Releif washed over me, finally I have a way out. I should be jumping at the chance but I am really just more curious as to what he's asking.
"Oh, and what would that be?
His long delicate fingers move to my collar bone sliding the strap of my bra down off of my shoulder.
"I get to touch you... wherever... whenever I want."
His request has my heart and my mind racing. My stomach turns at the thought of him touching me.
"Okay." His expression darkens with hunger. "But only under one condition."
"And what is that." "You go fuck yourself."
He pulls me violently off of the wall and slams me back into it.
"Is that a challenge baby? I can fuck myself for you, if that's what you really want?" His eyes land on my lips, my stomach swirling around like a carnival ride. "But you have to watch..."
All expression drops from my face. Why would he ask me that? Does he want me to watch?
All my questions are answered only seconds later when he reaches down and unzips the fly of his pants. His eroused member peaking through the frount of his open pants giving him a fraction of releif despite the fabric of his breifs holding him back.
I try to turn away but his large hand grasps the bottom of my jaw turning me back towards him to look at him frount on.
Keeping eye contact with me, with his free hand he slowly pulls the band of his breifs down releasing his red and twitching member.
"What do you say baby? Want me fuck myself?"
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Heya!! Sorry to leave this chapter on a bit of a cliff hanger but I didn't want to make this chapter too long so I decided to keep it under 1000 words. I really don't know how else to say it, I have no clue what I'm going to do for chapter 3. I'll figure it out. Have a great night x
