chapter twenty five
SLUT

His lips were on her. Kissing her all over - not as aggressively as before. In fact, Angeline was almost new to how slowly he was taking it. The way his lips ghosted straight over the painful bruises that Zimmerman had left and instead created bruises of his own that littered her collarbones and breasts. His slender fingers held her hips against the bed, his smell intoxicating her and making her want to grind herself up against him.

"You're so fucking beautiful," Mitch muttered, one hand snaking down to play with her clit as he kissed beneath her ear.

Angeline whimpered, still sensitive from the orgasm that he had just given her a minute ago. She bucked her hips against his hand, grabbing his back and burying her face against his neck as she clenched her eyes shut. Mitch rubbed her in agonisingly slow circles, lazily yet flawlessly, spreading her slick across herself.

She moved to clamp her legs together and something in his hazel eyes darkened again. He ripped his hand away and smacked her thigh, making her cry out slightly.

"How am I supposed to play with you if you hide from me, huh?" Mitch scolded her, "Keep those legs open or I won't touch you."

Angeline gasped, "P-Please, Mitch. 'Want it now."

"Want what now?" Mitch smirked, "Tell me what you want. And beg for it."

Angeline felt the heat on her cheeks and her neck, embarrassment nearly making her roll her eyes at him. She refrained from doing so, pursing her lips together momentarily. She hated him so much - he knew making her beg was humiliating. Although, he probably got off on it.

"Please," Angeline whispered, her eyes meeting his. "Please, Mitch. I wanna cum again. A- And I need your cock to help me."

"Fuck," Mitch growled, the teasing glint on his face immediately disappearing.

His fingers which were still swirling around her clit suddenly plunged inside, taking her by surprise. Angeline yelled out, grabbing his shoulders to keep her from withering about beneath him, loud cries leaving her lips with every thrust his long, slender fingers gave. His bicep bulged as he concentrated on her cunt, making 'come hither' motions inside whilst his thumb continued to rub at her bundle of nerves.

"You like that?" Mitch murmured.

Angeline swore that she was seeing stars. Her head threw back, allowing Mitch the chance to attack her breasts again. One of her hands gripped his hair, the other in the tangled bed sheets beneath them, moans tumbling out carelessly. She clamped her legs shut again around his hand.

"What did I say?" Mitch snapped, "Don't shut your legs - or I'll leave you here alone to get off by yourself."

"Really?" Angeline retorted as she opened her legs anyway. "Because I think you need me just as much as I need you right now."

She regretted saying it as soon as it left her lips. She'd never had a filter, and the way that Mitch suddenly looked at her, his finger slowing down inside of her caused her to realise how badly she'd fucked up.

"Oh, really?" He hissed, "You think so?"

Before Angeline could say anything, Mitch began to slam his fingers in and out of her, curling them upwards in a way that had her on the verge of tears again. She cried his name, her legs starting to shake.

"Please!"

"See?" Mitch spat, "Fucking brat. See where your big mouth gets you?"

Just as she was about to cum again, Mitch pulled his fingers out of her and smacked her pussy - not too hard, but enough to make her jolt and cause pain to mix with pleasure. Angeline whimpered at the empty sensation, breathing hard as she looked down at him. Frustration pooled in her stomach, her heart hammering as she watched him move from between her legs and further up her body.

He grabbed her cheeks, forcing her face into an exaggerated pout. "Look at you," he laughed, "You think I need you as much as you need me, but you're the one that's crying, baby. Crying 'cause you can't cum? How pathetic."

Angeline hadn't even realised that tears were leaking from her eyes. Mitch's fingers suddenly dug into the hollows of her cheeks, causing her mouth to open. She knew what he was doing and parted her lips a bit wider for him. Mitch spat into her mouth and then clamped her lips shut again using his hand on her cheeks.

"Keep it in your mouth," Mitch warned her, "Until I tell you that you can swallow."

Angeline could barely believe her ears but nodded along, doing as she was told. Mitch pulled his hand away from her face and then reached across to the bedside table where the condoms were. Butterflies filled her stomach. Angeline was finally getting what she wanted.

"Hands and knees," he ordered her.

Angeline's legs nearly wobbled beneath her as she turned over to do as she was told, the side of her face flat against the mattress and her hands sprawled out in front of her, already gripping the sheets again in anticipation. She heard him tearing the condom wrapper from behind her as she stuck her ass in the air for him, arching her back. A large hand came down on her cheek, causing her to whimper.

"Fucking love my hand print on your ass," Mitch muttered, doing it again and causing Angeline to stifle her cry into the sheets. "Wanna mark you up everywhere. Wanna fuck you against every single fucking piece of furniture in this goddamn motel room."

He grabbed her by the jaw from behind and tilted her head upwards, spitting down on her. Angeline felt it slide into her lips, along with the other spit that was already in there.

"Swallow," he ordered, his hand squishing her face together and Angeline obeyed.

Her clit was throbbing as she waited for him to touch her again, his hand eventually finding her hip. Mitch had slid the condom onto himself behind her and guided his cock towards her, brushing it across her folds and making her breath hitch in her throat. She felt his tip hit her clit teasingly.

"Are you sure, Angeline?" Mitch said, "If you want to stop now, I won't be mad."

"Please, Mitch," Angeline breathed, "Need it so badly."

It was all Mitch needed before he slid into her for the first time. Moans left both their lips, Angeline's tight walls clamping around him and filling her up until he finally bottomed out inside of her. Both his hands grasped her hips as he stilled for a moment or two, giving her a little time to adjust to the sudden fullness.

"Fuck!" Mitch groaned, his thumb smoothing circles on her skin. "You feel so fucking tight, Angel."

Angeline whined as he began to thrust in and out of her, a wet sound filling the room and making her blush. Mitch bit down on his lip as he held her close to his hips, working them as fast and hard as he could, hearing her moans and whimpers picking up with each one as her hands moved to claw the sheets in front of her, like she was gripping them for dear life.

"M - Mitch!" Angeline moaned as his hand grasped her hair and yanked her back slightly, her head raising from the mattress. "Fuck! You're so big inside me."

"You take it so well," Mitch hissed as his cock hit spaces inside of her that she was sure had never even been touched before. "Such a good little slut for me."

"Mhm," Angeline cried, her brown eyes nearly rolling into the back of her head. "Such... Such a fucking slut."

He chuckled darkly from above her, delivering another smack to her ass before one of his hands reached around to find her clit. He fucked his cock in and out of her at a rapid pace whilst making circular motions with his fingers. Angeline struggled to keep sane, his name falling brokenly from her lips as tears of pure pleasure leaked from her eyes.

She wished she could see him right now - hoped he would be as wrecked as she was. Angeline imagined his pale skin was flushed and his head was thrown back, collarbones and muscles shining with sweat as he tried not to moan too loudly.

Suddenly, without warning since Angeline didn't even realise she had been that close, she was thrown over the edge and hurdling into an orgasm. She screamed his name, crying and writhing beneath him. Mitch's body moved to cave over her, his hand pressing her head into the mattress as he continued to fuck her whilst she came, his chest pressed against her back.

"M - Mitch," Angeline cried as she came down and he continued to thrust, although he peeled his fingers away from her sensitive clit.

"'S'all right, baby," Mitch breathed against her ear. "Almost there."

Angeline nodded as he removed his hand from her head and instead placed both of his hands on top of hers, threading his fingers through and keeping her stuck down to the mattress as he gave his final thrusts. She whimpered through them, noises that were like music to Mitch's ears, and he followed after her as he came.

"Fuck, Angel," Mitch moaned, his voice somehow slightly deeper than usual, as if it was in his throat.

He thrusted lazily and unevenly until his orgasm was over, cursing her name a couple more times beneath his breath. Angeline felt him pull out of her a few seconds after and her body collapsed onto the bed whilst he reached to pull his condom off.

She caught her breath on the bed, her face against the mattress and her eyes nearly shutting. The mattress rose from beside her and creaked as Mitch stepped off of it, his footsteps leading back to the bathroom, most likely to dispose of his condom.

She immediately worried that he was going to be really cold towards her again. Maybe he was going to regret it in a few minutes - maybe he already was. Angeline didn't regret it at all - it was easily the best sex she had ever had in her entire life, but it wouldn't be worth it if it made things awkward between her and Mitch.

She wasn't even aware that she was about to fall asleep until the mattress dipped again by her legs. Angeline's eyes cracked open, landing on Mitch who was sat by her legs. He moved to gently grasp her leg, pulling her towards him a little. Confusion spread through her until she realised that he had a cloth in his hand and was reaching forwards to gently wipe her inner thighs.

He was silent, his face neutral as he gently cleaned her cunt, her body jerking a little bit when he accidentally hit her clit. Angeline looked down at him, still slightly confused. Even when she was with Levi he had never done this for her before.

"Are you okay?" Mitch asked gently once he had finished cleaning her.

Angeline's heart skipped a beat and her stomach was in knots for a brief moment. What the hell was wrong with her?

"Yeah," Angeline murmured, moving to sit up. "I think I'll probably shower in a minute."

Mitch nodded. "Sounds good."

Angeline didn't wait the minute to escape the room and Mitch. Heading for the other room, she shut the door behind her and moved into the shower, her hand over her heart as the water poured down on top of her, sticking her hair to her body. Her legs were slightly shaky beneath her, her entire body buzzing with the aftermath of her orgasms.

Angeline had just had sex with Mitch Rapp. Counter terrorism operative Mitch Rapp. The same guy who had 'worked' for her father, who had dropped her off to school and picked her up when she'd been suspended. The same asshole who had yelled at her on-and-off all week - and also the same asshole who had given her a birthday card with a turtle on it and remembered her Starbucks order.

Angeline washed her hair and her body, taking her sweet time as she thought. She prayed things wouldn't be awkward when she left the bathroom. If there was one thing that Angeline couldn't handle, then it was awkward tension. It was her natural reaction to just blabber on about useless things to fill tense gaps, and she knew Mitch wouldn't appreciate it.

The brunette girl dried herself off and pulled on an oversized tee and some shorts, her go-to outfit these days, wrapping her hair into the towel on top of her head. She stared at herself in the mirror, pursing her lips together nervously before she unlocked the door and stepped back out.

Mitch was now clothed, his back to her as he sat at the table. Angeline chewed down on her bottom lip.

"Your sudoku grid is wrong."

Angeline nearly jumped at the sound of his voice. She'd been expecting him to ignore her, or at least to go on a rant about how what had just happened could never happen again in a billion years, but certainly not this.

"What?" Angeline took a few steps closer, finding him holding her brain teaser book.

"You already have a nine in that row, so you can't put one there," Mitch told her, pointing at it.

"Oh."

Was that all he was going to say to her? She watched him as he began to scribble down the correct answers at a faster pace than she had been working at.

When a couple of minutes went by, Angeline realised that Mitch wasn't going to address what happened. It stirred something inside Angeline because if he was saying nothing, then maybe he didn't regret it. Maybe he would let it happen again and wouldn't make some sort of drama out of it.

She moved to sit down on the bed, reaching out and grabbing her book off of the bedside table. And they went back to acting like the other didn't exist.

...

Dinner a few hours later had been a takeout, much to Angeline's surprise. They'd eaten it at the small table, Angeline's legs curled onto her seat whilst Mitch ate and read at the same time. It looked like he'd picked up a couple of books himself, none that were fictional or appealed to Angeline.

It amazed her how different they were. She was pretty sure she'd die of boredom reading whatever he was reading, yet his hazel eyes scanned each line and his slender fingers flipped each page with ease, clearly enjoying his book about... Angeline didn't even know.

She moved to the bathroom before bed, taking her time to attempt to look after her skin with the limited skincare she'd managed to grab before running away. Angeline hummed to herself as she brushed her teeth, realising halfway through that it was the MGMT song Ciara used to always play during their junior year.

God... If Ciara knew what Angeline had just done, Angeline didn't know if she'd be smacked or high fived. Maybe both. Paige would have been extremely jealous, but she probably would have recovered quickly to ask how it had been. She wished she had her phone on her right now.

Pushing open the door, Angeline was surprised that Mitch was already on his side of the bed, asleep. It looked like he had been waiting for her to leave the bathroom judging by the way he was still above the cover and resting on his back. Angeline would have woken him, but she knew he was probably exhausted, so she left him be.

Turning off the light, she wandered back over to the bed and slipped into the other side, pulling the covers up to her neck and closing her eyes. It didn't take her very long to fall asleep, Mitch's calming breaths filling her ears.

But Angeline woke to the sound of screams.

They were feminine and terrified and it took her a moment to realise that they were hers. She was awake, her hands pinned down above her head as Zimmerman wrestled her onto the mattress. There was blood everywhere. Over his face, on the bed beneath her, dripping onto her skin. Angeline screamed, trying to kick him, but everything was so... slow.

"Get off of me!" Angeline screamed, "Get the fuck off of me!"

His hand shot out and wrapped around her throat, steering her head to the side so it was pushed into the mattress. Standing in the door frame was her father and her brother. They were watching her, no remorse written on their faces whatsoever.

"Help..." She stretched a hand out, reaching for them... "Please."

Very quickly, as Angeline began to choke from the pressure around her neck, she realised that she was going to get no help from her family.

"Mitch!" Angeline howled, thrashing about. "Mitch, please!"

Suddenly, Angeline lurched awake - again. She was screaming, terror gripping her entire body as arms suddenly wrapped around her, pulling her into a chest. She kicked to get away from them.

"Angel!" It was Mitch. It was Mitch. "Angel, you're okay - it was just a nightmare."

"Please," Angeline sobbed into him, but she wasn't exactly sure what she was begging for. "Please don't let it happen again. Fu - Fuck, I can't - I don't want to hurt anyone, I don't - I didn't mean to -"

"It's okay," Mitch breathed, one of his hands stroking her shoulder through her top. "It's okay. I know it's scary. I know."

Salty tears leaked into his shirt, but he didn't seem to care. Angeline's hands moved away from where they were curled up between their chests, reaching around to hug him back. Mitch jumped a little, but as quick as his shoulders tensed, they sagged again, his lips pursing together. He let her hold him back, let her rest her head on his chest and listen to the beat of his heart.

And in return, he listened to her cries dwindle to sniffles. "I'm so sorry for waking you," Angeline whispered.

Mitch said nothing. He could hear the drowsiness in her voice, and sure enough a couple of minutes later when he glanced down, she had fallen asleep against him. Mitch guided himself down onto the bed as slowly as possible, taking her with him. She rested on top of him, his arms stuck around her in fear of her waking again.

"I'm sorry too," Mitch whispered to her unconscious form, brushing some of her hair off of her face. "'M sorry I wasn't there the first time."

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so a lot of you wanted gun play for the smut, but i thought it would be a bit full on for their first time... so maybe in a future smut hehe

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