Unbound (On Hold)

9. Azrael

She was cunning, my little menace. As soon as I undid her cuffs the first thing she did was feel for her knives and when she didn't find them, she fucking pounced on me, like a cat. But I was quick to contemplate her reciprocation and take a haste step back which made her fall right in front of my crotch, her mouth was right in front of my hardness and she wasn't moving at all. She looked good, kneeling and her head down, just like it should be. I was urging to grasp her hair and slap her cheek for being a brat in the first place.

"You want something?" I asked in a suggestive tone. A smirk marred my lips at the mere imagination of her lips around my cock. Her head shook up and she looked at me, eyes full of disdain. She puts up a good fight.

Standing up she leveled my eyes with hers and said "get out of my face." It was a very demanding tone. As though I didn't want to leave, I spared her another glance, turning away, I left the room, closing the door behind me. The door shut with the soft click. I heard soft steps from inside the room. I smiled precisely knowing what she was upto, I won't stop her, her contribution to my bigger plan would help me a lot and I would reward her then.

I went to the kitchen and picked out some whiskey that was kept inside the wooden cabinet and took a chug straight out of the bottle, the burning sensation of the liquid searing my throat and warmth pooled inside my stomach. I took out my phone and called Julian. He picked up in an instant,

"I got my girl, what's the news on Vincent?" I asked him, he was my right man and very proeficient in the tech world. He tracks the location and well-beings of Vincent and he resides in Milan with him as my secret agent.

After sharing some information with Julian about Vincent I make my way towards Kira's room, I opened the door and moved inside.

She was standing near the closet, picking out some clothes maybe, she was still in the nightgown, that fucking nightgown, its soo short and filmsy, she turned and my eyes moved towards her face, she tucked her hands on the hem of her nightgown and started pulling it off, she turned as she did so, hmm, hiding something

The glint of the metal reflected in the dim lighting, she is cunning and dumb at the same time, too cunning to think that she'll kill me that knife or even strike me with it and dumb enough to think that she is so secretive and smart.

A scoff escaped me and playing along I moved towards her, might as well take advantage of the situation, she was rid of the gown, standing there in just a lace bra and a matching thong, she looked phenomenal, her ass plumping out, the joint of her ass connecting with her thighs was soo volumed, and she took off her bra, just like that, she was luring me in and hell I was captivated. She was doing this all on purpose, just to put me in a vulnerable state. I took a step towards her and she sensed it, as her breathing got quicker. Her bare back faced me her hairs falling over her shoulder. There is a natural shaped arch to her back, her hips so defined.

"Back off, Mr. Vasilios." She said in her melodious voice. Her demand only made me scoot closer to her, my chest and now hardened cock was rubbing against her bare body, a groan almost left me when she grinded back. My hands roamed around her front, my fingers caressed her underboob, then I moved them lowered, savoring every inch of her skin until I reached her pelvis. She tensed and she was about to retreat but I was quick in retracting the knife from her thigh strap. And then took the shorts from her hand took out another pocket knife from the pocket of the shorts. I was here yesterday and many days before that I know where she keeps her weapons. I'm sure she was dumbstruck.

"You don't need this baby." I whispered near her ears and then held her left tit in a very vice grip, her rock nipple tickling my inner palm. I squeezed the life out of it making sure that I leave my handprint there. Sick with her little games, I dropped my hand and pushed her towards the closet, she stumbled a bit, the t-shirt fell from her hand and I eyed it, picking it up I dressed her in it and dragged her from the closet to where the bed was.