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Loving a bad man isn’t for the faint of heart.
Osha is reminded of this as someone else’s blood, wet and warm, lingers on her skin long after the body hits the patio floor.
Qimir lifts his shirt and tucks his pistol underneath the waistband of pants, shows off his abs that flex from how hard he’s breathing, shows off his Adonis belt that she forces her eyes away from.
“Really, Qimir?” Mae hisses. “Right in front of my salad?”
Mother Aniseya appears unaffected, though Osha knows that’s by force. If it were anyone else other than Qimir, she would’ve thrown a fit about someone getting shot during dinner time. She’s aware of what a dangerous man he is. A man who doesn’t fuck around about his work.
“Sit down, Osha. Finish your food.”
The mafia princess always does what she’s told. She’s not the rebel her sister is, not the one with the tough exterior. Osha wears her feelings on her face.
She should be used to violence and death.
She’s been surrounded by it, raised by it.
Yet her hand trembles as she picks up her fork. The copper scent on her skin overwhelms Mother’s cooking.
When everyone at the table is distracted by various conversations, Osha shoots her bodyguard a look.
“You didn’t have to do that,” she whispers. “You don’t have to take what everyone says seriously.”
Qimir’s eyes are as dark as his black tie. He’s always dressed professionally, never afraid to get red stains on his clean suits.
“Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.”
The man Qimir shot made a comment about Osha’s virtue. Something along the lines of whatever she did with her ex-lover Yord in the car last summer should be repeated with him. Qimir shot him without hesitation, the way he shot Yord when he caught them together, too.
Sometimes she wonders if that was Mother’s request, or something he took upon himself.
Qimir has never touched her, yet his behavior is borderline possessive as though she belongs to him. He has been this way since Mother hired him to protect her and Mae, though he’s often following her the most. A quiet predator lurking in the shadows, waiting to attack.
She wonders if she’ll ever get bitten.
Qimir holds his cigarette between his two fingers as he blows smoke rings towards the moon.
Damn that Mother Aniseya.
For a mafia queen, she sure makes idiotic decisions. She allows her daughters to bring anyone over for dinner, as long as they’re aware of what they’re walking into. That man — hardly deserving of being called that — was not made. His death won’t come back to haunt her, her people will make sure of that.
Qimir inhales again as he watches the clean up crew taking care of the body. The best in the business. He nods at them when they acknowledge him.
Damn that Osha.
She managed to escape from him last summer and was found with that boy of hers. They were planning on running away together, though the lack of grieving Osha presented over his murder told Qimir that she did not love him. She was using him.
“What are you doing up here?”
Always with the questions.
Qimir wears the ghost of a smirk as he remains right where he is, smoking from his cigarette and avoiding looking at the beautiful girl he made an oath to protect.
“I have something better to ask.”
Her little huff causes him to finally turn to her. Such a little thing, with the warmest eyes.
“What’s that?”
“Why are you trying to run away from this life?” Qimir checks her out slowly. Her pretty face, her curves, her toned legs underneath that white dress stained crimson. There’s still blood on her cheek, her neck, her breasts. A droplet had trickled down her thigh, leaving a red-lined tattoo there.
“You’re seriously asking that when you just shot someone at dinner? When you killed Yord?”
He laughs as the cigarette hangs in his mouth. He pulls it out, offering it to her. She makes a face as though it’s beneath her, and he scoffs.
“I’ve seen you smoking, Osha,” he husks her name, emphasizing the ‘a’, drawing it out. Oshaaaa, as though sighing in relief. He loves the way it makes her squirm, makes her mouth open. Let me in. “Don’t be shy now. Your mother will know the scent came from me.”
With an annoyed look, she takes the cigarette. His breath hitches, seeing her lips enclose around it. She blows the smoke right at his face.
“I don’t want to live a violent life anymore.”
“And why is that, Osha?” He takes the cigarette from her, putting his lips where hers have been, hoping to find a taste of her there. Smoke comes out of his nose, then his mouth as he talks in a low, low tone. “When you look so sexy drenched in blood? So wet and messy.”
She takes a step back, always so close but just out of reach. He breaches the distance she keeps, moving forward. He takes one final drag of the cigarette before dropping the butt to the ground, stomping on it.
“You know what I hate the most about you?” Osha breathes out. His eyes narrow. “That you’re the only one who could take me away from here, the person who is forcing me to stay.”
He steps forward again. She does not move. He holds onto her neck with hands that have killed. She clings to his wrist with hands that are clean. He feels every pulse in her throat, feels the way it moves when she swallows.
“And you’re never leaving my sight like you did last summer, Princess Osha.”
“Were you mad that I ran away, or because the man in that car wasn’t you?”
He feels her body becoming hot as he speaks to her lips. “What do you want me to say, Osha? You want me to tell you how I’m tired of this game we’ve been playing since I got hired? You run, I chase. You tempt, I kill. You want me to tell you how much I want you, Osha?” Aaaaa. “You want me to tell you how I shared that cigarette with you just to see what your lips look like around something? You want me to tell you that I love you?”
“I want you to kiss me,” she blurts out, her eyes going wide after it comes out.
And like any good serviceman would, Qimir listens.
He wraps a hand around her hair and tugs her in for a fierce kiss. She moans into it when his hand cups her pussy through her blood-soaked dress and rubs his fingers against the seam of her cunt. She’s getting so wet from his tongue inside her mouth, from his touch, so drenched that he’s wondering if her cunt always aches like this around him and she’s been going too long without him. Her panties are beginning to mold to her pussy lips.
“Someone’s going to see us,” Osha moans in pleasure as he breaks their kiss to duck his head down and suck at her right nipple through the fabric of her ruined dress, the very same dress she wore to church this morning. She shudders at the wet sensation and the friction of the fabric on her pebbling nipple while he pinches and toys with her other one with his free hand. The rubbing on her cunt never ceases, his fingers becoming soaked by all her arousal leaking through.
“You’re so wet Osha…” Qimir’s words come out in a rumbled tone as he straightens up to look into her lustful gaze, so used to one of annoyance that he doesn’t know how to handle it. Heat shoots straight to his groin, the longing and aching for her finally reaching a boiling point. If they weren’t on borrowed time, if there weren’t a fucking cleaning crew down below and her mother inside the house, he would take his time with her, take her to the guesthouse and lie her on his bed, lick every inch of her, eat her until she shakes. But no. He has to get her, right here, right now, just as she is. “My cock is just going to slide right into you.”
Osha gasps as her dress is removed from her body, folds of fine white silk and crimson fluttering off her shoulders and settling in a puddle on the ground. Full breasts with dark nipples, lush curves, and arousal stained panties greet Qimir’s eager eyes.
“I would have just ripped this dress apart and fucked you that way, but I figured you’d want it as a souvenir to remember this night.”
She rolls her eyes. “You are so—“
She cannot finish whatever insult was coming his way. Not when he nips at her ear as her wet underwear is pulled down. She uses her feet to drag the rest down her legs and kick them off before he grabs her thighs and hoists her up into his arms. The bodyguard pins her to the wall, using his strength to easily hold her up.
“So good?” Qimir murmurs against her mouth, their sexes touching and pulsing together now that he has freed himself. “So hot? So perfect?”
“So frustrating,” she sighs as her arms loop over his shoulders, grabbing at his hair and kissing him senselessly as he rubs between her slick folds, teasing her with the little humps of his hips against hers.
She moans brokenly when his cock slowly inches into her wet cunt. He’s right. He’s always right. She’s so damn wet that he just slips into her without resistance, and that realization makes her drip and throb as her pussy is spread wider with each inch of his thick cock she takes.
He sucks and bites at the skin on her throat, hoping that he’ll see the bruises on her flesh the next morning, hoping she’ll get questioned about it and be told to stay inside the house for months as punishment.
He’s only possessive about a few things in life.
The car he worked so hard for.
His money.
And unfortunately, little Miss Osha, who is at the top of the list.
He has always taken his job as a bodyguard seriously. He saw all of the women he was hired to protect as clients and nothing more. Then Mother Aniseya hired him to guard her twin daughters, worried about the recklessness they have been displaying since their 21st birthday. After seeing Mae beating the asses of men who got bold with her, he turned his focus on Osha. The more time he spent chasing her around, the more the attraction grew. She doesn’t belong in this life. She’s too soft for it all. He doesn’t know whether he wants to toughen her up or save her.
What he does know is that she’s so warm and so hot and so wet. What he does know is that her thighs clench around him tighter, her hands hold him a little more desperately. What he does know is that he wants her, needs her.
So he claims her, and not in the way that the boy in the car did. No. Qimir saw it. Through the glass windows. The way he was too tender with her, a man who touched her with clean hands and a clean conscience. That isn’t what Osha needs. She needs a man tainted with darkness, who understands what a hell she’s living in, who can fuck her as such. He knows he’s giving that to her when she makes a high-pitched noise, her pussy convulsing around his cock the moment his balls settle against her.
He shudders and mouthes at her jawline as he enjoys the tight, wet heat that is gripping his cock so snug. Now that he knows what it’s like to be inside the mafia princess, he would never get sick of sliding his cock into her cunt, needing this again and again. He can’t resist thrusting his hips just to hear that high-pitched noise again. He bites her neck when she sings for him, feeling her pussy squeeze around his cock again.
“You feel so damn good around me, Osha. So fucking good. Don’t even think about running from me again,” he groans as he adjusts his hold on her thighs, plants his feet firmly, and begins to thrust up into her. She keens and tosses her head back against the wall she’s pinned to, digging her nails into his shoulders as she bounces up and down on her bodyguard’s cock.
She has no control over anything, her head spinning as she’s split open each time his fat cock enters her soaked cunt. His balls slap against her ass as he fucks up into her, giving loud grunts each time he is sheathed back in her tight pussy.
“Fuck me harder, Qimir,” she whines, squeezing her watery eyes shut, dropping herself down the best she can each time he thrusts up into her. . “Harder!”
He holds her skin bruisingly hard, slamming his cock as deep as he can into her, showing her that the dark side is worth staying in.
She wails as she comes, squiring her release over the both of them. It spurs Qimir on and he yanks her down onto his cock, fucking her through her orgasm until she is making little sobbing noises as his cock throbs inside of her. He takes possession of her open mouth in a sloppy kiss as he buries his cock inside of her one last time before he moans as he shoots his load into her now loose cunt.
She whimpers into his mouth as she feels his hot seed coat her walls and flood into her. Qimir only then realizes that he’s just fucked the mafia princess he’s supposed to be protecting complete raw. Hopefully, his cum will not take. He bounces her on him a few more times, just letting her clenching pussy milk every drop of his release from his cock before he slips out of her drenched cunt.
Her chest heaves against his, their bodies covered in a sheen beneath the moonlight. Qimir clears his throat, then gradually removes himself, setting her back down on her feet. He curses under his breath after staring at her ruined cunt for far too long, then turns his back to her as he pulls his pants back up.
“If you ever want this to happen again,” she pants from behind him. “Run away with me instead of bringing me back.”
Qimir picks up his gun that he didn’t remember falling during all of this. He holds it up, twisting it in his hand, reminding her that he’s still ruthless, a silent warning that she won’t be going anywhere.
“I think you’re right where you belong, Osha. That blood on your skin…” Qimir bites his lip as he tucks his gun away. “I want to see more of it.”
She breathes out, then turns on her heel, her stained dress hugging her body he’s just invaded.
She’s going to escape tonight.
He knows that.
He’ll be right behind her.
She knows that.
Qimir laughs as he lights up another cigarette.
He hopes the chase never ends.
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