Bounty Hunter

Zinnia

“Oh my God, Reed. You killed him!” I yelled, still trying to process what had happened. Reed stood next to me, as calm as possible and as though he had done this a million times.

He had his phone pressed to his ears, murmuring things I couldn’t quite comprehend. My mind was in too much of a haze to focus on anything, other than the body lying before me, out here in the cold.

It hadn’t even occurred to me that someone might find us here. And what about cameras? Where there any security cameras here? Suddenly, the body before me seemed to be the last of my concerns as I feared getting caught by the security cameras.

“Let’s go,” Reed murmured. I turned just in time to see him tucking his phone in his pocket. He had an angry scroll on his face and his nostrils flared.

I stood on the spot, refusing to do as he had ordered.

“I said let’s go,” he added more sternly this time, still, I didn’t budge.

“I only have so much patience in me, and so help me God, move your lose cunt, Zinnia, or this gun will be inside you, and I am not talking about a bullet. I will tell you one last time, let’s go,” he stepped closer to me as he spoke.

Ah, there he is. The aggressive and possessive man that I missed and I’ve come to like.

“Who the hell do you think you are? You ghost me for days and when I decide to move on with my life, you show up, causing a hiatus and now you expect me to be at your beck and call? As though you didn’t just fucking kill a man!” I yelled out. It was the paranoia in me, mixed with the anger I felt for him speaking. Just who the hell does he take me for?

An intense eye battle began between Reed and me, and I absolutely refused to be the one to give in first. He owed me an apology, it was the least he could do for engaging me in a murder and ruining my night.

A loud sound went off again before a gun was placed on the side of my head. Reed had fired a shot, and it missed my shoulder by an inch. My eyes widened in shock.

“Did you just?”

“I did ask you to move. Scratch that. Get on your knees, Zinnia. I won’t say it twice,” Reed ordered and this time, he put off the safety of the gun and placed his index finger on the trigger.

I began to panic. “Be careful with that, Reed. It might go off,” I warned, then frowned as a sinister smile appeared on his face.

“Then maybe you should obey me, and it won’t go off,” he added, pushing the gun further against my head.

It was dark outside, with not a single soul walking about. Slowly, I got to my knees and looked up at Reed through my lashes.

“See what you made me do? I killed someone because of you,” he spoke up, the gun still pressed to the side of my head.

“Killing him was your choice,” I fired back and Reed burst out in laughter, making my blood boil.

“Look at the man lying dead next to you,” Reed ordered and I hesitated for a while. “Look at him in the pool of his blood. It’s all because of you. Maybe he had a family, a sick daughter, who knows? They’ll never see him again simply because you chose to be a slut. Since slutting around is the only thing you know how to do, why don’t you take out my dick and make me cum, like the good little slut you are,” Reed teased, removing the gun from the side of my head, roaming the tip over my jaw until it finally settled under my chin.

My stomach clenched and my eyes became watery. I blinked several times, refusing to let the tears free. Not now.

“Why are you doing this?” I hated how my voice trembled. “Why do you kill? Why did you kill that man from the club the other day? Why did you kill this one? All he wanted was a good time,” I began to sob.

The gun still pressed under my chin, Reed arched his back to my level. He replaced the gun with his left hand, which grabbed my neck.

“Don’t you get it, my little flower? I own every bit of you. Every. Single. Bit. Anyone who looks at you, I’ll pluck off their eyes. Anyone who touches you, I’ll cut off their hands. Anyone who breathes the same air as you, I’ll cut off their nose. And for anyone who has been inside you, be certain I’ll chop off their dicks and shove them down their throat” I watch a sinister smile make its way to his face as he spoke, his hold on my neck tightened, making it difficult for me to breathe. Then, he released my neck and stood up, the gun back under my chin

“Now, be a good girl Zinnia, and take my dick. Spread wide that little mouth of yours and let my dick suffocate you. If you do a bad job, the trigger might go off. But if you do a good job, which I know you will, I will use this man’s blood as a lube and fuck you in the ass,”

I shivered at the thought of Reed fucking me in the ass. I shifted my gaze to the dead body next to me. Any guilt I felt about his death was long gone. And damn, I didn’t bloody care about being caught again.

He applied more pressure on the gun under my chin as I opened my mouth as wide as possible to fit him inside. Reed groaned above me and threw his head backwards.

That groan from him sent thousands of delicious shocks through my body and straight to my lower belly.

“That’s my good girl. Just like that.” Reed praised, bending a little and grabbing a fistful of my hair. Then he forced his length down my throat, simultaneously applying more pressure on the gun.

I gagged, yet, he didn’t stop. I was suffocating, but when he growled again, it suddenly didn’t matter. All I wanted was to please him. To be his good little girl.

He released my hair and stood straight, permitting me to go at my pace. I grabbed him with both hands -where he almost didn’t fit – and began stroking his length while making eye contact with him.

“Spit on it,” he ordered, and I wasted no time obeying. I pulled saliva in my mouth and slowly let it drop to his dick. In consequence, Reed spat all over my face.

Arousal pulled in my lower belly, threatening to combust any second. When he wasn’t expecting, I took him in my mouth again, and both my hands drifted to his butt, trying to take in his full length.

Reed growled one more time, his butt cheeks tightened in my hands, and soon after, a salty substance invaded my mouth. I waited until he had released his seed inside me before I slowly pulled my head backwards.

I looked up at Reed with pride on my face.

“Good girl. Now, swallow,” he ordered as he pulled the gun away from my neck. I shook my head and rose to my feet, my knees threatening to give out.

Reed frowned and it wasn’t until I smiled at him that he understood what I meant.

“Oh, you want to share?” He tilted his head quizzically, amusement written on his face. I nodded.

“Well, how can I say no when you so generously offered?” Reed’s left hand grabbed my waist and pulled me into him, my chest slamming against solid rock abs.

His mouth claimed mine in a raw, fiery and passionate kiss, just how I liked it. I bit his bottom lip and he granted me access. I invade his mouth, sharing his seed with him.

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