This was a rare sight.
Catherine’s hair was disheveled like a bird nest, her bottom lip trembling, skin soaked in sweat, cheeks stained by tears and mascara. What made this more ravenous was my gun in her hand, surprisingly pointing accurately.
Catherine with a gun. My cock was about to explode in my pants. I was so close to taking her right here and now until we both collapsed.
But my bad girl won’t get my cock. She’ll have to earn it.
I leaned into the muzzle, and she stiffened. "Have you ever held a gun before, baby?"
She didn’t answer.
"Put your finger on the trigger when you do." I kissed her pussy. "Maybe you shouldn’t get wet when you point a gun. You’re soaked."
I bite her on her thigh.
"Oh god!" The gun slipped out of her grip as I sank my teeth further until I could taste blood.
"Let’s see how you taste with your blood mixed with your nectar."
"You’re insane!" she breathed, growling when I took her pussy again.
Her hand sank into her hair as she pushed herself further, and a scream was unleashed from her.
This mixture was delectable.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god!" She hitched, pulling on my hair as if she wanted to yank it out by its roots.
With a deep suck, Catherine came apart for me, and she almost tumbled over if I hadn’t held her tight.
I was still in the middle of finishing my plate when she began fighting me, beating against my shoulder, still shaking from her release.
"You still have strength."
"W-What?" she gaped at me.
Chuckling, I dived in again, greedy and dragged everything from her until she could barely form her words right, except moaning like a banshee.
When her grip on my hair loosened, and her body slumped, I pushed to my feet, took off my tie, and used it to bind her wrists before I threw her over my shoulder.
Catherine couldn’t fight me anymore, her body weak and exhausted. I brought her back to the room. Reed was guarding the door when he saw us coming, eyes widening before he dipped his gaze and gave way.
"Everybody out. Nico, stay." I instructed the moment I walked in.
I dropped Catherine on the sofa, took off my jacket, and covered her exposed thigh, red with nail marks and teeth bites.
I was in the middle of taking off my waistcoat when Catherine finally got a grip of her senses, her eyes sweeping the room before settling on me.
I took off my shirt, allowing it to hang on my waist, before I collapsed on the chair, as the pain and fatigue crashed in on me all at once.
Catherine gasped when she saw the dressing on my lower abdomen drenched in red.
"Fuck, boss! What made it like this?" Nico crouched to take off the dressing. "It’s reopened."
Remorse flashed in Catherine’s eyes, probably recalling how she fought and hit me multiple times on that spot.
"Oh my god..." she murmured.
"Fix it," I said to Nico, wincing as I leaned back on my seat to relax, but there wasn’t a bone in my body that felt at ease.
"You need a stitch again," Nico didn’t sound too pleased by that.
"Do it."
He nodded, standing to his feet, and got out.
"Why are you crying?"
Catherine looked away, sobbing as she closed her eyes, breath shuddering.
"This is not your fault, baby."
She used the back of her hand to dry her tears before speaking in a hoarse voice. "W-What happened to you?"
Nico didn’t take too much time, and he was back. He first gave me a cigar from the case and lit the end for me with the Zippo.
"I told you I won’t give excuses..." I brought the cigar to my lips and took a drag, allowing the smoke to release from my lips. "What happened... is an excuse."
After twenty minutes, Nico was done, cleaning up the rest of the blood. As the towels were trashed, Catherine looked at them, and her face turned pale.
"Nico!"
Nico understood me quickly and brought a bag for her, and she vomited, coughing and wheezing.
She reclined, using the back of her hand to wipe her mouth, wincing when she touched her bruised lips.
I nudged my head, and Nico left. The door closed behind him. I pressed the bottom of my cigar on the ashtray.
"Are you mafia?" Catherine was the first to break the silence before it had the chance to last long.
I tilted my head. "Where did you get that idea from?"
She scoffed. "Are you still playing this game? You just ate me out in the hallway with your men lurking around. I think we have passed games."
"Trust me, they weren’t staring... at least they heard and knew I was teaching my wife a lesson."
Catherine drew in a sharp breath, a moment of stillness before she found the strength to speak. "That wound, is it from a gunshot? T-There was news about a shootout, and it happened..." She gulped heavily. "The same day as our date."
Date.
At the mention of it, that antsy feeling came again. I recalled that night, the hurt in her eyes as she tried to suppress it. The stunning lingerie she wore for me and the aroma of the home-cooked meals left out cold.
I kept most of it in my fridge, planning on eating all of them one at a time. I don’t like waste, and even more when Catherine took her time to prepare them.
I watched everything from the camera feed. The cute dance as she cooked and her yelps when the oil got too hot and splashed a little.
Not until a lot of tedious shit happened. Noah Voss grew balls of steel and provoked a shootout at the warehouse where I was in the middle of stealing yet another deal from him.
The spoiled brat went on a rampage, and now he’s in hiding. There was blood to pay, and I’ll get it as well as a pound of flesh.
"J-Just tell me the truth... please..."
Her voice pulled me back.
"Why?"
Catherine narrowed her eyes. "Because I’m your..." She stopped her words. "W-We’re partners in a contract, and we shouldn’t keep things from each other."
Partners in a contract. Those words bite me harder than the pain shooting through me.
The silence drew longer, my gaze pinned on her with no intention of saying a word. As if she discerned my mind, her face twisted in anger and hurt.
She’s gonna do something silly.
"It was worth asking..." she murmured in a heavy tone, not meeting my eyes. "I-I can’t do this anymore... I want to terminate the contract."
"Which one...?"
She hesitated for a moment before whispering. "Both."