He groans as he picks up his pace yet again, and I have to give it to him, he’s pretty fucking impressive. I match his strokes with my own, working myself up and down until I know I won’t last any longer. When a last-minute idea hits me, I stand and walk over to Lucy, just in time to spill myself all over her pretty face.
God, she looks so beautiful covered in my cum.
Glancing up briefly, I’m reminded that there’s currently another man fuckingmywoman. And he’s about to finish inside her. At my request.Fuck. My post-nut clarity must kick in because my arousal is replaced with uncontrollable anger. The men in our other scene were all wearing condoms, but I specifically opted for none this time.
I’m about to tell him to change the plans and pull out when he pushes himself into her as deep as he can, groaning in pleasure.Yeah, I know how fucking amazing she feels.Watching him shake as his orgasm washes over him pulls me into an out-of-body experience.
I don’t even know when or how I got the gun in my hand, but before I know it, a bullet pierces his forehead.No other man gets to come inmywoman and live. Lucy’s eyes are as wide as I’ve ever seen them, her screams bloodcurdling. She fights against her restraint as Mike falls from her tight little hole.
Ignoring Lucy’s hysterics, I walk over to where his body is still on the floor and watch as the puddle of blood behind his head grows larger, almost reaching my shoes. It was a clean shot, barely any splatter. Just like I’ve been trained to do. The less mess there is to clean up, the less likely you are to get caught. As if the hole through his fucking brain wasn’t enough, I check his pulse. I’m nothing if not dramatic.
“Dead.”
By the time I stand back up, she’s calmed down. But she’s almosttoostill. Instead of screaming and writhing, she lies there shivering, her heaving breathing the only sound she makes. It’sa textbook sign of shock, but I don’t care. She needs to learn exactly who she fucked over.
I briefly scan her body, and there are some flecks of blood from the bullet, but overall, she looks well.
“I told you to leave, Sunshine. I told you I was a monster. Take my advice and get the fuck away from me and the Sinclairs.” I turn to leave and am almost out of the room before I remember she’s tied up. “Oh, someone will be here soon to clean this up. I’ll let them know to untie you.”
An afternoon rain shower greets me outside, and I drop to my knees and accept the cool judgment. The release of killing is euphoric, and the rain on top of that is invigorating. I needed this. I asked Dad to find me some work, but either there’s just not much going on or he’s trying to keep me away from it all.
Like I wasn’t raised to be the terror our enemies feared from the Taranov family. He knows what his brother trained me to do. He knows I’m fucking good at it too. Ineededthis kill. Maybe I could have lived happily ever after with my happy little wife and family and never felt this bloodlust. I’ll never know now, though.
Any chance I ever had of trusting another went out the door with Lucy’s betrayal. And as much as I hate it, Iwillalways be hers. Just like she will always be mine. Whatever heart I had, I gave to her. Oh well. It’s gone now.
When my heart rate slows, I force myself to get up and call my most trusted cleanup crew to handle the situation. Not that I think any of our men would jeopardize their lives by laying a hand on Lucy. But I won’t risk it.I’m the only one allowed to torture her.
A loud knock wakes me from where I’m dozing on the couch. I’m immediately on full alert, grabbing my gun and slowly making my way toward the door. I just moved into this apartment a week ago after moving out of the cottage. Nobody knows about it yet except Dad, and I know he’s not knocking on the door at midnight.
I’m almost to the peephole when the knocking picks up again. “Sasha? Sasha Taranov, I saw your car parked downstairs. Open your door!”
Blanche? How the…?
Before I can unlock the door and let her in, it opens, and a version of Blanche Sinclair I’ve never seen before waltzes past me to the couch I was just sleeping on. Or maybe I’m still sleeping. This must be a dream. I know she didn’t just unlock the door of my apartment that nobody was supposed to even know about. She’s dressed in a luxurious black long-sleeve pajama set with curlers in her hair, and her face is bare of any makeup.Okay, but if I were dreaming, why would I imagine her like this? I doubt she even let her late husband see her without all her effects.
“Sasha, have a seat, will you? We need to iron some things out about the direction you took with the script yesterday.”
I slowly lower myself down beside her on the couch, leaving a safe distance between us. Just in case this is an alien wearing Blanche’s skin.
“Honey, I understand leaving Lucy tied up. You know, my Henry used to leave me in the basement fordayswhen he was mad at me. Of course that was before all the children. When it was just little Henry, he could manage without me, but when we had Ledger…well, it was too much for him to handle, I suppose.” She sighs. “Anyway. I’m completely on board with the body modifications and the bondage and third person. Butthemurder?Sasha darling, we have to be careful about those things.”
I open my mouth to say something. Anything.
“I’m assuming you had some of your best men clean this up?”
I nod.
“Alright, dear. I just wanted to make sure I didn’t need to do anything more. And if you plan on doing that again, can you please try to let me know so that we can make sure we have the proper disposal?”
I nod.
Blanche pats my knee and smiles before standing and making her way to the kitchen. I’m too stunned to move.
“Do you want a snack? I’m going to make some tea,” Blanche yells over the sound of pots and pans banging together. When I don’t respond—becauseI can’t move let alone talk—she continues, “Alright, I’ll just throw some things together.”
She glides back in after what has to have been a while, considering the amount of goodies she’s whipped up. Placing the tray of food down on the table in front of us, she takes her place on the couch beside me again.
“We need to discuss your relationship with Lucy. Of course we’ll all meet soon to make sure we are all on the same page, but I wanted to chat with you because, well, you're family.”
