Thieves & Cuffs

5) Pain In The Ass

Jessica Carter

"Oh I'm shaking in my boots." I pretended to shiver as I used his words that he used before on me.

There was a silence in the hall, Tristan was just staring at me.

"What's this?" He tapped my neck, I hissed at the sore area. I slapped away his curious fingers and pressed mine against my neck.

"Now who's been giving you hickey's?" Tristan crossed his arms, he was closer to me now and was a little more intimidated.

"None of your business. Now if you would excuse me I need to get back to work." I stepped away but Tristan pushed me roughly back.

"Answer my question." He said calmly, but his eyes held an emotion that I wasn't able to recognise.

"It really isn't your business Tristan." I snapped, my voice loud and irritated.

"It really is since I'm asking." Tristan replied as his eyes never left mine.

This man seriously was intimidating, the tattoos on his arms just added to the effect.

"Suddenly nervous, Jessica?"  Tristan bit his plump lip softly.

"No." I quickly replied and pushed past with a lot of strength.

Tristan took a step back, more like a stumble, "Lets test your self defense, huh?"

His large hand was placed on my shoulder, I quickly spun around and pulled his arm behind his back without him using strength. "That's not a very good idea." He commented.

I pulled his arm higher behind his back. I knew this was painful so why wasn't he showing it?

"And why's that?" I asked.

"Because now I can do this since both of your hands are occupied." Tristan's free hand slid down and forced me to turn around and he pressed me against the cell.

"If someone's against you like this, what do you do?" Tristan's hands were placed on my hips as his front body was pressed against my back.

I raised my foot and stomped it down on his feet as I elbowed his ribs. He bent over in pain as he released a small groan of pain.

"Fuck." He cursed out as he repositioned himself.

"But then I can just do this." His hands gripped onto my wrists roughly and placed them above my head.

"Now what you gonna do?" Tristan licked his pink lips as he eyed my lips that were parted from breathing deeply.

"I feel like punching you."

Tristan chuckled, "I feel like fucking you."

I was the one to laugh this time, "That's cute since that isn't going to happen. You're in prison and I don't like criminals."

Tristan cocked his head to the side. "I would disagree with you but you're a stubborn bitch, it will only cause an argument. " His grip on my wrists tightened uncomfortably.

"Let me go." I ignored his little insult as I was mostly concentrating on getting away from him.

His next words shocked me. His bluntness made it even worse.

"I think if I touched your pussy right now, it's going to be soaked through your knickers." His head lowered closer to mine as his lips pressed against my jaw.

"Why do you always have to comment something sexual? You're such a pain in the ass!" I screamed in frustration.

"Your ass will be hurting after I fuck it."

I figured if I stayed quiet, he would get bored and leave so that was my plan.

"Oh? Nothing to say now. Little Jessica Carter is all quiet and shy now." His nose rubbed up and down on my cheek.

I sucked in my lips and bit down to hold back my insults.

"You're so much more attractive when you're silent." Tristan pressed his hips against me and I almost whimpered once I felt the thick bulge poking out.

"Thats what you do to me and I've only known you for two days. Probably next week we would have fucked by then."

I just couldn't hold it in anymore and bite my tongue.

"I have NEVER met such a disrespectful man in my whole life! You are not only disgusting towards women, but you are just so annoying and... and... IRRELEVANT!"

I freed my wrists once I pulled hard, mostly because he didn't try holding me back.

"That was cute."

"You know what, fuck you." I threw my hands up in frustration.

I almost ran instead of walking once he took a step back.

I mumbled curse words and insults that wouldn't impress my mother.

It was cell after cell, door after door that I felt my rage rising when I remembered all the things Tristan said.

But that was all forgotten once I saw Jake holding down an angry prisoner.

I shivered slightly once I realised I was near murderers and other very bad criminals.

I made sure that I wasn't anywhere near the cells as my eyes stayed on Jake. I tilted my head to the side once his round and squishy bum through his trousers looked quite an eyeful.

I walked over to the scene, and saw Jake had the man laying down on his front as he cuffed his hands behind his back. "Need any help?" I asked softly. Jake turned his head quickly and his hard expression changed once he saw me.

"He's a tough guy..." Jake warned and just then the man started shouting and moving around.

"Shut up!" I yelled loudly as I slammed my foot down on his ankle. He shouted out in pain. "Fuck you, you slag!"

I rolled my eyes at the useless insult. I knew I wasn't one so why bother getting angry?

"Fiesty." Jake commented once he saw me glare at the, now silent, man.

I smiled softly at Jake once back up came. The guards took over Jake's position and pulled the man up by his arms. They dragged him away to God knows where.

"I had fun last night." I randomly said

Why would you just randomly say that, you idiot!

"So did I." Jake smirked, "We should do it again." He licked his lips, which reminded me of damn Tristan Black.

Get out of my mind, you pain in the ass!

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i love tristan and Jake i want them
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