kill for you - b.b

10.

After their romantic few days in Paris — duty called and Bucky took her back home, promising to continue their romantic time soon. But after he'd dropped her home on Wednesday, there was no contact. It was now Saturday. Usually she wouldn't question his work, as he was a mob boss. He was behind the crime in this area, he had to lead a whole gang of criminals. So he was a busy man.

But his promise of 'always making time for his doll' was bullshit. And it seemed to happen a lot. She knew the second he reached out to her, he'd give her an excuse as to why he'd been a ghost for a few days, call her a pet name, and he'd be inside her within the hour.

She assumed it would be like this for the weekend, so she offered to take Elsie and Nova's weekend shifts. She had a nice vacation, so she let them have a few days to herself. She needed to work to get Bucky out of her head. On her drive to work, she thought about how crazy her life was. A 21 year-old baking assistant, not so crazy. But a criminal for a boyfriend, a dad who's one job was to stop him, and a being able to visit anywhere in the world with a plea to her boyfriend. She shouldn't encourage her boyfriend, she shouldn't be rewarding him with her body whenever he had a successful week at work, but she did. She was so crazy in love with him. Her love far outweighed her morale, and it was okay.

Bucky knew that he was in trouble Wednesday night, when he didn't call or text his girl goodnight, like he does every night. He'd been so busy for these past few days, with meetings and trying to keep his boys in line. As well as carefully covering his tracks. He wanted nothing more than to see his doll, let her please him with all parts of her body.

He knew he had to try extra hard to get back in her good books, leaving work early to visit her at work. There she was, standing in tight leather pants and a small top, covered by an apron. He couldn't believe she was looking that way in public, for everyone to see. He approached the counter, waiting for someone to assist him.

She scoped him as soon as he entered, nobody walked around in suits as fancy as his. She couldn't deny he looked sexy, he was a hot motherfucker and he knew it. Ruth was in the back, helping delivery drivers with orders, meaning she was the only one left to serve him.

"Hi! Welcome to Ruth's bakery; what can I get for you today?" She chirped in her usual work voice, her face bitter as she stared into his icy, blue eyes. He folded his arms, taking his sunglasses off and staring at the board dangling above her. She glared at him, in disbelief that he's being the cocky one.

"What do you recommend?" He challenged, slipping his glasses back on to hide his eyes. He was acting arrogant, but deep down wanted to hold her tightly and apologise. She continued cleaning her workspace down, ignoring his stares at her ass.

"Leaving."

"I'll be waiting for you by your car," he warned, "drop the attitude for me, doll." He left the store, but left her in shock. Why was she so attracted to him? He was a conceited asshole, a hot conceited asshole.

After work, she left the store and entered the staff parking lot. Bucky leant against the hood of the car, licking his lips as she approached. Nellie threw her bag into the passenger seat, about to get into her own seat, before Bucky grabbed her arms.

"Look, doll." Bucky chastised, looking her deep in the eyes as he spoke his words. She felt her heart beating faster, everything he did was so sexy. "I get your mad, but you're not going to keep ignoring me. We're getting a hotel for the night, come on."

"No." Nellie refused, folding her arms as Bucky let go of her arms. He was still dangerously close, looking down at her with lust in his eyes. Her brattiness was turning him on, and she could see it. He frowned, seeing her innocent doe eyes staring up at him.

"I don't remember asking to get a hotel with me. I will drag you by your hair if I have to, come on." She followed him, her hand in his as he pulled her to his car. He put her seatbelt on for her, driving her to the nearest hotel.

He got a room for them both, and the second the door was closed, he threw her onto the bed. He was sexually frustrated, all of the stress from work, as well as his doll being a brat; he needed some pleasure. It lasted for a few hours, him fucking her in bed, against the wall, and even on the bathroom counter. She was drunk on him once again, unable to get enough. She definitely forgave him, he just gave her the ride of her life, and she apologised for being a brat.

"Princess, I'm sorry for being so unresponsive these past few days." He began, holding her naked body against his own in the bathroom. His metal arm around her waist, his human hand smoothing her hair down. She just felt comfort in his arms, this is where she wanted to be for the rest of the night. "I've had such a stressful work week, and I really needed this. I needed you."

"If it means you're a little less grumpy, then I'm glad." She commented, feeling his lips against her neck. They were addicted to each other, and there was no stopping them. "I just wanted to spend some time with you, baby."

He chuckled, continuing to kiss down her neck. "Daddy's here now, doll." His lips felt like pure heroine, she could spend the rest of her life in his company.