Sinful Addiction

Part 10 - Do You Think You're Beautiful?

C/W: Guns, knives, and talk of sensitive subjects. (Sexual assault, manipulation, gaslighting, abusive relationship, and physical violence. 

Now for the fun stuff, I kinda hate putting this cause it spoils it but so does the chapter art so I guess it's not that big of a surprise. Smut, knife kink, soft dom, praise kink, edging, and oral sex (f receiving))

Alexia looks back at August then points around the corner directing his gaze to the bedroom. Releasing herself from his grip she reaches under the small table beside the door returning with a Springfield 9mm XD firmly in her grasp. Pulling the slide back and loading a bullet into the chamber as quietly as possible, she slowly limps towards her bedroom door. Looking back to August who is now frozen, staring at her, jaw lax with his eyebrows furrowed.

Ignoring the look on his face she waves her hand in an attempt to get his attention. When she finally does she mouths 'second drawer' and then points at the kitchen counter. Following her instruction, he moves towards the drawer pulling it open to find another gun. The same one just a three-inch model. Knowing he has experience she feels comfortable that if needed he would know how to use it despite the increased difficulty.

Slipping off the safety and checking the mag he lifts the gun into position covering Alexia. The shadow moves toward the exit to her bedroom. Stepping in front of the door she lifts her gun and points it at the person in front of her. "Stepan! What the fuck!" She lowers her gun and steps back "It's ok Auggie, you can put the gun down."

Following her out of the bedroom is a man pretty close to Alexia's height in his mid-thirties, dressed in a crisp black suit and tie, short blonde hair, and bright blue eyes holding one of her blades. "Still into knives I see."

"Что ты здесь делаешь? И что случилось с сигналом?" What are you doing here? And what happened to our signal? Switching to Russian, partially because of the pain in her leg, but also signaling to Stepan that there is a civilian who can hear them. She angrily tosses a blanket over the lamp to show him how easy it would have been for him to do.

"Я слышал, ты вернулся в поле" I heard you are back out in the field. Following her lead, he comes fully back into the main room of her apartment noticing August who looks so confused. It's almost like he had stepped into an alternate reality. "Oh, we have company."

"Yes, we do." She snaps. "Да. Я, временно. Hе могли бы мы поговорить об этом позже?" Yes. I am, temporarily. Can we talk about this later? Giving a fake smile before looking back at August who has sat down on the couch and is enjoying the show but is still completely lost on what the hell is going on.

"Да." Yes. Extending his hand to August. "Stepan Anderson, nice to meet you." His accent is even thicker than Alexia's.

"Right. August Barton, nice to meet you too." Standing up he towers over Stepan just like everyone else he stands next to.

"Stepan is a childhood friend of mine, from Russia, and he was just leaving." Spinning him around she pushes him towards the door.

"Call me later дa?" He turns back to face her from outside in the hallway.

"Mhm, whatever you say." Closing the door in his face, turning the two locks, and setting the chain. Taking the gun out from the waistband of her sweats she releases the magazine and pulls the slide back again making the bullet pop out. Catching it she loads it back into the magazine and clicks that back into the gun. She sets the safety and secures it back into the holster that she has screwed into the underside of the table. Following her lead August does the same and places the smaller gun into the drawer. Spinning around to see Alexia has slid down to the floor with her head back against the wall, eyes closed trying to slow her breathing.