[COMPLETED] 18+⚠️: Contains mature and sexual content // enemies to lovers
"I hate you." I repeated as I continued to walk toward her, causing her to touch the closed refrigerator with her back as she backed away. "I hate you so much that sometimes...
"Judges, lawyers and politicians have a license to steal. We don't need one." - Carlo Gambino
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"Nothing. Just another drink," I replied as I sat down on the stool next to her. „It's a bar, isn't it?" I didn't miss her rolling her eyes, of course, and for that I wanted to put her over my knee right then and there. But I'm sure she'd like that.
She's seems to be a kinky little thing.
I quietly ordered my drink and it was a strange feeling to stand next to her without trying to kill her right away. She must feel the same. All the wounds she inflicted on me were bearable because of the painkillers I had been taking for weeks. So the drinks worked in a different way again. Maybe that's why I was so relaxed next to her...
Even though she is the enemy.
After a short silence she turned to me. When I felt her burning gaze, I now looked at her too. "The sex was really really good. Even though you tried to ruin it. You'll pay for that, by the way." she said in such a rush as if her live depended on it. Her eyes were sparkling angrily and her whole body was still tense.
Someone who supposedly just had sex looks different. Very different. Especially if it's supposed to be good sex. I know that.
"I know you're lying, love." I replied with a convinced grin. "You don't have to. Not in front of me." The obvious mockery in my voice made her eye twitch. She clenched her right hand into a fist. Her knuckles were already turning white, she must have squeezed it that hard. Her expression changed from a brief look of shock to one of hatred.
"Shut the fuck up." she hissed between her teeth. Her gaze fixed on the counter again. In her head she was surely playing out the methods of how she would kill me now. But she can't.
I know they train at the CIA not to be detected in any lie. But for someone whose life is based on a lie, it's easy to spot it. Especially when it involves sex. Or none, in this case.
"So did Peter make you come?" I asked now, only to provoke her more. Her head snapped back again. "Of course." she replied tersely. We stared deep into each other's eyes and I knew she was lying again. Even if this time she had tried to hide it better.
I leaned toward her and she made no move to turn her head away. "You sure? If not, then say it now. I can make sure of that, unlike him." My voice became more husky and I spoke more quietly so that no other guest would hear our conversation. Not that I cared in any way what they thought, but if the wrong person hear the wrongs things it would be counterproductive.
When she hesitated with her answer, I moved my hand along her naked thigh. She sucked in the air sharply as my cold rings touched her hot skin. With a quick glance, she checked our surroundings, but no one seemed to be looking, so I pushed my hand further.
