I was sitting on the bed with Kuza. He'd put a movie on, but I wasn't really paying attention. I was sitting between his legs, half asleep as he played with my hair.

"You alright?" He asked.

I nodded.

The door was thrown open. "You're dismissed, Michael."

Chris entered the room, staring at us. Kuza got up, taking my hand and helping me to my feet.

"No, you stay." Chris said to me. "I need to talk with you."

Kuza let go of my hand, giving me one more glance before leaving the room. I quickly turned back to Chris, watching as he threw his coat on the bed. He wasn't wearing a shirt underneath.

"He won't bother you anymore." He spoke.

"Okay."

"Are you feeling okay?"

I nodded.

He didn't say anything else. I watched as he placed a gun and a blood covered knife on the bedside table. I stared at it, eyes wide.

He won't bother me anymore. Chris killed him. Thats why there's blood on the knife, why theres blood on his face and hands. I shifted my gaze from the knife to him.

He approached me, reaching out to touch me. I flinched, moving away from him as quickly as possible.

"Relax, love." He spoke.

He placed a hand on my hip, moving behind me. He moved my hair to the side. I shuddered when I felt his cold piercings moving along my neck. His fingers danced along my skin, his lips brushed against my ear.

"You're so tense. You need to relax." He breathed. "Let me help you."

"N-no, uh, it's okay. I-I just wanna go home."

"I'll pay, of course."

"Really, it's okay. I'm fine. I'd much rather just go home."

"Double whatever I paid you last time."

Fuck. I can't turn that down. That's $4000. Just to fuck him. I'm lucky if I make $50 usually.

"You hurt me the last time." I muttered.

I just have to overlook the fact that he might've just killed someone.

"Well the last time was a punishment." He spoke. "This time, I want to make you feel good."

He guided me over to the bed, laying me down. He pushed his hands under my shirt, pressing his lips against mine.

I gasped as he unbuttoned my shorts and shoved his hands inside my pants. "You're so pretty."

He gripped my cock, slowly moving his hand up and down. I whined softly.

I couldn't enjoy this. He's a killer. I'm only doing this for the money.

He sat up on his knees, unbuttoning his dress pants. He pushed them down, revealing that he wasn't wearing anything underneath.

I couldn't lie. His cock was huge. And peirced. If this were under any other circumstances, I'd probably be on my knees begging for him.

He kicked his pants off, leaning down and pulling my shirt off. He kissed down my chest, sucking on my skin, as he took my pants off. He reached over and I heard him open the drawer. I tensed, waiting to see what he grabbed.

I was at the wrong angle. The table was out of my sight.

Next thing I knew, he flipped me over, cuffing my hands to the headboard.

"What are you-"

"Shh. Relax. I won't hurt you."

I heard the sound of a bottle opening a few seconds before I felt him begin to press his fingers into me.

I groaned, biting my lip. It felt good.

Maybe I could enjoy this. Just because I have sex for a living doesn't mean that I can''t still enjoy sex from time to time. I can't think about the fact that he might've just killed someone. Yes, it was someone who was bad, but murder is still illegal. It's wrong.

He's a literal sex god. Anyone with a dick this big knows how to use it. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't enjoying this. It's impossible not to.

His fingers felt so good inside of me. They were so big. I grunted, trying to move back. I need more. "Fuck."

"You like that?"

I nodded, burying my face in the pillow. I groaned. "Please."

"Please what, baby?"

"J-just fuck me." I whined. "Please."

"Mmm...not yet. I think I wanna play with you some
more."

"No-"

"Relax." He whispered. I felt his tongue on the shell of my ear. I released a shaky breathe. "You're gonna be nice and loud for me, right? Let me hear every sound." 

As he finished his sentence, he drove his fingers into me. I screamed, digging my nails into the wooden headboard.

Why was he so good at this? Why did it feel so good? It's like he knew all the best spots to touch, all the spots that would make me scream. This feeling is so foreign. I can't remember the last time it felt like this.

He added a third finger, thrusting them in and out. He slapped my ass with his other hand. I cried out, pushing my ass up as high as I could. 

"You're such a little whore."

I nodded, whining.

"You want my cock, don't you, slut?"

"Please."

"Please, what?" He prompted.

"Please!" I cried. "Please fuck me!"

He pulled his fingers out. "I don't have any condoms. Hope you don't mind." 

He didn't even give me a chance to answer before he slammed into me. "Oh god."

"Not god, baby. The opposite."

"Harder." I begged. 

He grippped my hips, digging his nails into my skin. He moved in and out of me at an impossible pace. God, fuck, he's fucking huge. There were tears in my eyes. It was so good. 

"Please. I-I wanna see you."

"Why?"

"I just do." I whimpered. "Please. I want to see you."

"Fine, but it'll cost you." He undid the handcuffs and flipped us over so that I was sitting on top of him. He grabbed my hair and pulled me down. "Ride me."

I bit my lip, putting my hands on his chest. I pulled myself up and dropped myself back down, letting out a breathy moan as I did so. 

"C'mon, bitch. I know you can do better than that." He growled. "Faster."

I moved as fast as I could, laying across his chest. He thrust up into me as I rode him. He forced me to look up at him before roughly kissing me. I moaned into his mouth.

"I-I'm gonna cum."

He slapped my ass. "No you're not."

"Please..."

"You can cum when I say you can."

He flipped us over again so that he was on top. He continued thrusting into me. I held onto him as tightly as I could. I cried out, burying my face in his neck. I raked my nails down his back.

"Please, please, please let me cum." I begged. "I'll do anything! Please!"

"Anything?" 

I nodded.

"Fine. Cum for me."

He closed his hand around my cock and I came almost immediatley. It felt so fucking good.

He pulled out of me right as I finished, shoving me to the floor. He gripped my chin and forced his cock inside of my mouth. He thrust into my mouth at a rough pace, giving me hardly any time to breathe. It's been so long since I've had a good throat fucking. 

I choked and gagged, spit running down my chin and dripping onto my chest. 

Next thing I knew, he filled my throat with his cum. I gagged as he pulled his cock out. He held my mouth closed. "Swallow."

I did as I was told, panting softly. "Good boy."

He leaned down and placed a small kiss on the corner of my lips. 

I stood up and reached for my clothes, but he stopped me. "What're you doing?"

"Leaving." I spoke.

"No you're not." 

"Y-you're not gonna kick me out?"

He shook his head. "You need your rest. You've had a long day. You can stay here."

He pulled me into the bed, putting the blanket on top of me.

Maybe he isn't so bad.

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comment any questions/predictions yall have.

this chapter is hella short but it was kinda a filler so whatever. 

~xxLux