The Imperfections

Now maybe I want to try her out for myself, too.

Balls-deep inside the tightest hole I’ve ever fucked, he said.

I wonder just how tight she is.

My cock tells me I should find out, but just thinking of that struggle… I want to fuck her, not fight her.

I had to put my gun down on the bed when I was fighting with her before. I look at it now, just past her phone, then I grab it and bring the muzzle back to her temple. I feel her stiffen, and I press my lips to the shell of her ear.

“Let me tell you something, sweetheart. You know much about guns?”

She’s too afraid to turn her head with the gun pressed against it, so she doesn’t shake her head or nod, but I’d put money on her not knowing shit.

“First thing you should know is pretty simple. They’re dangerous, capable of a whole lot of destruction. You shouldn’t rest your muzzle against anything you’re not willing to fucking destroy, and do you know what that is pressed against your temple, baby? It’s my muzzle. That means I’m more than willing to destroy you. Hell, I’m willing to hold a loaded gun on you even when you’re fighting me, escalating the risk that much more, so that tells you I’m really willing to hurt you. In the interest of driving this point home, I’m gonna tell you the truth: I came here tonight to kill you. Theo asked me to after he confessed to this little affair you’ve been having. Told me you’re pregnant and you won’t go away, so he asked if I could handle it before my sister finds out and his whole life goes to shit.”

I was going to pause here anyway, but I momentarily forget where I was going when I feel something wet on my arm. I frown and pull her neck back so I can look down and see what the hell that is.

Her face is wet with tears. That was one of her tears that just hit my arm.

It feels a little like the breath got knocked out of me. I’ve had some knock-down drag-outs in my time, but I’ve never had someone cry on me.

I can’t figure out why she’s crying right away, then I replay what I just said to her. Theo, the bastard she gave her virginity to, sent me here to kill her to save himself the hassle of his wife finding out he fucked her. She matters so little to him that he is willing to sacrifice her life to make his a little easier, and I guess maybe she didn’t know that.

I guess that’s probably hard to hear.

Rather than dwell on it and make her feel worse, I tell her, “Now, I might not go through with it. I haven’t decided yet. It mostly depends on you. I hate to put it all on you like that, but that’s where we are. If you’re worth more to me alive than dead for the time being, well… then maybe we can figure something out.”

She sniffles but doesn’t say a word.

“As you can probably guess from the way my cock’s butting against you, I have some ideas about how you can convince me to let you live to see another morning.”

Another teardrop hits my arm. I don’t know if it’s fresh or it’s just made its way down her cheek from a minute ago. I’m not familiar enough with people crying to have the faintest idea. I guess an old tear probably would have had enough time to cool before it hit my arm and that one was more or less body temperature, so it’s probably fresh.

“Now, I’m not gonna hurt you,” I tell her, trying to set her mind at ease. “Not unless you make me.”

She still makes a little whining noise low in her throat as I work the material up her body.

“I don’t want to fight you,” I tell her again. “I’m gonna release your neck, all right? Don’t make me regret it.”

I let go of her slowly, the same way I moved my hand away from her mouth, so I can react quickly if she does something stupid.

I’m alert, waiting for her to do just such a fucking thing, but she doesn’t move at all. Her body shifts with the labor of breathing through all the emotions she must be processing, but with her tummy down on the bed the way she is, I don’t have to look into those big eyes and see what kind of feelings they’re full of.

Once I’m reasonably confident she won’t surprise me with some reckless attempt at escape, or some brazen call for help because she didn’t believe my threat—or because she just doesn’t care at this point, and wants to get away more than she wants to buy her family’s safety with her body—I relax a little.