Hermosa Asesina

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La Hermosa Asesina

The 5'8, insane, military woman who is one scary goddamn fighter. The scariest woman in all of America. But also, the most beautiful.

Commanded to kill, and manipulate yet programmed to turn heads, and steal hearts. It's a curse.

But the way, she is fucking handling the men in front of me, it's a fucking blessing. A blessing not everyone will be able to see.

I know Marcello should be arriving any second to come deal with them, that we couldn't been out of here but fuckkkk she's so amazing.

Two men lay on the ground with butter knives in each of their eyes. Another, dead on the ground from her stabbing them in the head with her heel, and now she's fighting Damien. I told her beforehand, to simply knock him out, don't kill him. That's my job.

Of course, I'm watching this all unfold in front of me as I lean against the wall, but there's no reason for me to interfere. She's kicking his ass.

"Fucking bitch!" He says hurdling at her. She dodges him flawlessly and lands a right hook straight at his nose, he stumbles to the ground as she smirks in amusement.

"Wewe ni nani?" I can't tell if it's a question or not, whatever he's speaking is nowhere near any of the languages I know, but coming from the fact his family is from Kenya, I assume it's Swahili.

"Hata sijui hilo." She says before crashing her foot right into his head, knocking him out. She sighs before turning herself to me.

"You are fucking amazing," I whisper watching as she walks closer to me. "And, Swahili? How many languages do you know?"

"Fluent in English, Spanish, Portuguese, French, Swahili and Arabic. In still learning a few others, but when you're traveling everywhere for work, knowing their language comes in handy. But, English and Swahili were the first I was taught. My father was from Pennsylvania and my mother Uganda. They wanted all of us to learn our family's native tongue." Her hands are bloody, as she grabs a white napkin that was wrapped around the butter knives.

"What can't you do?"

"I ask myself that too sometimes."

Suddenly the door bursts open with Marcello and my men rushing in, waving their guns.

"Ah, thank you so much Cello! I would have been dead by now if it weren't for Madeline. You're so very lucky she's here because I would have haunted the shit out of all of you." Marcello rolls his eyes before grunting. He hates the nickname Cello, mostly because I pronounce it like an instrument.

"Well if she weren't here we wouldn't be in this situation in the first place, Santi." He says waving the men out of the room. I fucking hate that nickname.

"Santi?" She asks. But fuck, it sounds beautiful coming from her lips.

"Ah, she doesn't know about your cute little nickname Santi-poo." He mocks causing me to throw the closest object at him. "C'mon Santi, we need to fucking leave before the police come. I'm surprised we got here before they did."

We follow him, her close behind me. It feels like every time I get her alone, all for me, someone or something interrupts. What else could I ask for?

I lead her to my car opening her door for her. I feel like this will be the only time I'll have her alone tonight, and even if we go in the car and speak about nothing, I will feel bliss the entire night.

As I get into the driver's seat I sit back and breathe for a second. We parked somewhere dark with one streetlight on, there was no valet and the place was packed, so there was no parking anywhere close.

"Holy shit, your arm." She gasps. I look at my shoulder and see the insane amount of blood soaked up on my shirt.

"Fuck." I whisper. I have no gauze or anything back here, I didn't even realize I was bleeding. Without saying anything, she goes across the dashboard and straddles me. I immediately harden under her as she starts unbuttoning my shirt.

"I- Is this fine?" She whispers. I don't know what she's doing, but I don't care. She's fucking hot doing it. "Of course." She unbuttons my shirt and I grunt in pain as she takes it off me. She stares for a second at my chest before bunching the shirt up and wrapping it around my shoulder. This scene reminds me of what was happening the day after her shooting me. But this time, there will be no distractions. She tightens my shirt around my shoulder and shoots me with her big doe eyes.

"We should leave, you need to get that stitched up again Santiago." She says trying to get up. Her hips rock against mine just enough for a groan to leave my mouth. Her eyebrows raise looking at me as my hands go to wrap around her hips.

"Do you like that?" She asks, her eyes turning seductive. I bite my bottom lip and nod silently. My hand grips her tighter, pulling her closer to me, her hips rock up, We both huff as I hike up her dress so the only thing between us is her panties and my pants.

"Dios, Madeline." I moan into her ear. "He esperado tanto."

"Yo tambien, Santi." The motion of her rocking her hips back and forth on me would've made me come right there. But, the way she said Santi, I would've come inside of her. Her boobs bounced up and down in my face. Every ounce of stress that I once had was gone. Her head traveled down to my neck leaving small hickeys and kisses all over, moaning in my ear as she did it. Her hands traveled down my abs to my belt, swiftly undoing it and taking it off.

"Princessa, I'm not gonna make love to you in a car." I huff, slapping myself internally for denying myself this amazing fucking pleasure.

"Santiago, te dare le mejor opcion." She smiles, unbuttoning my pants and pulling out my length. "Holy shit." She whispers looking at it. She looks up stunned. "I- you're, huge." Her comment makes me giggle slightly.

"Can you handle it, Hermosa?" I whisper tucking some hair behind her ear.

"I guess we will have to see another time." We stare into each other eyes before she spits into her palm and slowly rubs it on my shaft. My shaky breath leaves my mouth as my head rolls back. She continues with the emotion making my hips rock up into her hand. My hands roll down to her thigh and up to her cunt, her free hands grab my wrist and move it back to her hips.

"Just you right now." She says bending down to leave more marks on my head. My body deceives my brain as my groans get louder with her speed increasing.

"Come for me, Santi." My body answers her command as my hips jolt towards her. The thick liquid leaks from my tip as my head falls back again. She lets the last drops spill before tilting my head up and making me watch her lick her hand clean of the mess I made.

"You'll get to deal with me when we get to the house."