It was hard to stick with her original plan, to just sit on her bed and ignore him, act like he wasn’t there, when he stormed into her room, the door slamming against the wall from the force he’d opened it with.
“Amanda, we need to talk. Now.” A pause filled the air as she tried to follow the mindset that he didn’t exist, that he couldn’t hurt her. “Are you fucking listening to me, or do I have to-”
“God, Mark, don’t... don’t get so... John told me about the new game, alright? And, you know, I think this is going to be the breakthrough, the real... the game to end all games, I guess.”
“You really think that?”
“Well... John said his work was, you know, far from over, but... what if this game gets some of the others to... change? Without needing our help?”
“Bullshit, Amanda. You know he’s putting you in the-”
“He told me that too, Mark. See, unlike you, he tells people when they have to do something for him, he gives them a choice.”
“You are not doing this to me. You’ll be risking your fucking life, you could at least remember what you’ve got inside you,” he snapped, glancing at the calendar, glaring at the seven ‘X’s that should have reminded her.
“What’re you going to do? Kill me? John’ll be so pleased-”
“When he asked you, did you even consider telling him that you were knocked up? Did you just want to screw with me, have me tell him the good news, that you won’t be going in the house because you’re fucking having my child in nine months? And, yes, I told him. What the hell was I supposed to do, considering you wouldn’t tell him, whore?”
She stood at that, her face flushing, hands curling into fists as she looked up into those harsh blue eyes. “You’re fucking overreacting, Detective.”
“Didn’t I make it clear enough, that if you put my baby in danger, if she dies, you’d be next?”
“So, if I die, what’re you gonna do? Spit on my grave? I am not going to abandon John’s work just because-”
The sentence ended with a gasp rather than what she had meant to say, formed by his hands gripping her sides, pushing her back down onto the bed as he held her down with his body. Her scream was muffled by his lips crushing against her own pair, forcing his tongue into her mouth. The stifled scream turned to a groan as a hand reached up her shirt, those calloused fingertips rubbing her tit through the bra. He pulled away, panting along with her, fingers still pressing into her, rotating around her nipple to an increase in the intensity of her moans.
“God... You- You think this- this ends the- fuck, the argument?” she spat, regaining some semblance of sanity, a feat harder and harder to achieve as he pulled his hand from her shirt, slowly unbuttoning it with a kiss to her neck, his teeth lightly digging into her flesh. “It- Oh, fuck, Mark- You’re so fucking- It doesn’t- Stop!”
His lips dragged in withdrawing from her skin, as he tore open the now fully-unbuttoned shirt, glancing from her face to her breasts, heaving behind the scarlet bra. “Listen, Amanda. I know you don’t want me to do that. I know you want this. But you have to promise me... if I do... You don’t obey John this one time. You stay safe.”
She struggled to try and get out from under him, but he held her down, slowly tugging down the zip of her trousers. “Please, Mark, I- I can’t-”
“Shhh, sh, Amanda, don’t say that.” His fingers slipped into the aperture, stroking the darker red cloth; she could never find the matching underwear for any bra, but she tried, oh God, she tried, tried so hard not to scream for him to fuck her now, not as long as his deal was still on the table.
“No... Mark, ohhh, please, wait... I’ll- I’ll stay safe. I’ll try to- to keep out of the way... Please, I can’t- I can’t disobey- please, Mark, I won’t- I won’t put m-myself in danger... Just... Just give it to me, you son of a bitch.”
“Good enough.” Those were the last coherent words she heard before he pulled her trousers and panties down, before his own lower garments were discarded. As her eyes closed, all she could feel was his thrusting into her, turning her to push against the wall, lips returning to her neck to feel the vibrations of her throat as she moaned, screamed for him, finding herself lost in that ecstasy again.
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