Chapter 41 High On You
AXEL
We were barely inside my apartment before I was inside her and fuck, she was so tight and I was so addicted to her.
We fucked against the wall, fast and hard and I was able to wring two orgasms out of her before I came too.
That should be it, that should take me out of the incessant need to be inside her but it wasn't even nowhere near enough. I was addicted to her, to her taste, to her gasps and moans anytime I was thrusting into her or working her body into a state of utter frenzy. I wanted that, I wanted her, all the time, any time I wanted.
But I knew that wasn't possible. We were already playing with a fucking tornado sneaking around to fuck and sooner or later, we'd have to put an end to our games.
That was why I had to enjoy whatever I could get when I could get it. I was completely ravenous over Lisa which was something that has never happened before. I was never ravenous over girls, I didn't see them as anything other than a means of release and there were lots of hot girls around to keep pinning over one girl but Lisa was different, she was completely different.
There was something addicting about it, something that made me feel a possessive and protective feeling about her. Something that made me want to pluck out the eyes of every single guy that had seen her like this, naked beneath me, writhing with so much arousal and need, breaths panty and looking utterly beautiful.
I knew I couldn't do that to the guys that have seen her like this but if I could help, I wouldn't want any other guy to see her like this.
Naked. Perfect, beautiful, tits bouncing as I thrust into her on my bed.
We only needed to calm our breaths and gain control of our limbs before making our way to my room for another round or rounds.
"I saw the pictures of what happened in Hong Kong," I said as I slowed my thrusts and I reached over to pinch her clit. My lips curved into a sinister smile when her lips parted into a small gasp and she threw her head back at the contact.
I saw the pictures and videos that our guy sent from the Interpol. We weren't interested in any business of the Volkovs but we had to be completely meticulous with the large shipment we were going to receive in two months' time so we had to keep our eyes on all likely enemies who would want the shipment to themselves.
And the Volkovs just happened to be the number one on the list.
That was how I got to know about the guy who double-crossed them by stealing from their casino and also fucking submit the evidences of their illegal dealings to the FBI which was like a nail on his own coffin. If anyone should try that with us, I'll make sure he fucking beg for death with the amount of torture and punishment I'd personally see him go through but of course, he had been killed by one single flick of knife.
He wasn't even allowed to feel any pain which was such a shame.
And I knew, immediately I saw the pictures that it could only have been done by Lisa.
"What happened in Hong Kong?" She gasped, her words blurring when I changed our position so her leg were thrown over my shoulder so I could reach spots only this position could guarantee.
She was a mess, an absolutely beautiful mess with her hair roughed from our relentless fucking, lips red and swollen and skin slick and sweaty from intense body heat even though the AC was blaring at its highest.
"The man you killed," I eased my thrusts to stroke her clit, eliciting a similar response from earlier from her body but I noticed something else, her body stiffened and her cunt tightened painfully around me.
"I didn't know you were that good with a knife," I continued in between thrusts, "that was such a clean job, taking his life in one clean flick."
I was buried deep inside her so I noticed every single thing about her, I noticed the full tension that started wrecking her body at the mention of the details of how the man died but the idiot in me didn't even think that much of it at all.
"Do you really want to talk about blood and taking lives when you're buried deep inside me?"
"Doesn't it make it more brutal like you want it?"
"No, it doesn't, now shut the hell up and fuck... fuck..."
I pinched her clit and nipple at the same time and her body spasmed harshly around mine.
"Isn't it ironic? You murdered him in cold blood and you don't want to talk about it? Or do you like to keep your exploits to yourself?"
The fury that I was used to seeing on her face flashed more in her eyes and tension radiated from her body as she started to push me off.
"Maybe you should get off me if that's what you're going to keep talking about."
"No way in hell," I taunted as I grabbed her two hands and I pinned them together over her head. I picked up speed, thrusting into her in a punishable rhythm until she was all but a moaning and squirming mess underneath me.
She screamed as the force of her orgasm hit her and her head fell back at the shock and intensity of it. I came immediately afterwards, I couldn't even hold on with the sensation of her cunt tightening and spasming around my cock.
She pushed me off her while I was still trying to get over the after shock of that intense orgasm and she matched into the bathroom, her naked ass taunting me and making me want to pull her in for another round. I was supposed to be exhausted after the rounds we've just had but she was Red and I was addicted to her and I wanted to get as much orgasms as I could get from her before all this went into flames.
But I wasn't even bothered about that at the moment, I was bothered about her reactions. In between the sex and me bringing up the man she killed in Hong Kong, something had ticked her off and set her in a very bad mood. My guess was that I was about the man she killed but I couldn't fucking place what the issue was with that. She was a professional assassin that has taken lots of lives so I didn't understand what the sore topic was about talking about some man she killed.
I got up from the bed to dispose of the condom and to wear pants lying nearby. The shower was running, it has been running since she entered the bathroom but now, she was taking forever to come out. A shower wasn't supposed to take this long. I walked to the door and started pacing in front of it.
I counted to 60 in my head and was about to knock and open the door when it flew open and her shocked expression met mine.
"Were you watching me?" She asked angrily as if I could even see her through the door but I wasn't concerned about that, I was concerned about why her eyes looked more swollen than they looked before she entered the bathroom.
It looked puffy too as if she had been crying in there.
I grabbed her two hands in mine without thinking twice about it, "what happened? Were you crying in there? Did I... I did something wrong, right?"
She shrugged my hands off angrily, "Don't think too much of yourself, you're not that important to tick me off."
She started walking towards the sitting room probably to pick her clothes so she could change into them and discard my towel but I wasn't going to have that so I blocked her way.
"Come on, Lisa, can we at least have civil conversation for once?"
She scoffed but at least, she didn't try to side step me and walk away.
"I'm not sure what I did but if it was about bringing that man up, then I apologize, I should have stopped when you asked me to."
Her eyes widened in surprise at my apology because yeah, even I was completely surprised that I apologized. I wasn't the type to apologize and I definitely didn't plan to apologize when I started talking but this was Lisa and she brings out the best and worst in me.
Apart from her reactions to my apology, her body tensed too and I would be damned if that wasn't wetness starting to pool in her eyes.
"It's okay, I just have to take my leave now."
She started to sidestep me but I was quick to stop her.
"Of course, it's not okay, you're...." shit, a line trickled down her face, "you're tearing up."
She was tearing up. Lisa Volkov, a thorn in my flesh, a bloody and fucking assassin who had probably killed more people than her body parts combined was tearing up in front of me, her body wrapped in my towel.
That was a complete punch to my stomach and it shocked me because I never thought I could see this side of hers but what was more shocking.
What was completely shocking was my reaction to seeing her all teary and in pain.
I felt crumbled.
Defeated.
As if a truck just ran me over. I felt like shit, felt like I couldn't breathe properly, as if I was feeling her pain too and I definitely wanted to shoulder her pain for her, I felt like killing off whatever or whoever was making her feel this way.
Holy fucking hell! This was Lisa Volkov we were talking about and I shouldn't be feeling this much for her.
I shouldn't even be feeling anything for her.
But I would get back to my reactions to her tears later, what mattered the most right now was making sure she was okay.
"Fine!" She retorted angrily, "even if it's not fine, it has nothing to do with you, shouldn't you be glad that I'm even like this? Isn't this what you'd have loved to do to me? You should be glad someone else has done it in your stead."
I refuse to take the bait that was her last statement. For all I care, she was probably trying to do that so we'd forget about her mood but I'd be damned if I allowed that to happen.
"Lisa," I grabbed her two hands, "it has everything to do with me, you're in my house, you're wrapped in my towel, your clothes are littered all over my sitting room and you got into this mood when I was busy fucking your brains out so tell me how this doesn't have anything to do with me."
She stared at me, bright-eyed for a minute longer than usual before she bit her lower lip and she looked away.
"Is this about a man in Hong Kong?"
She tensed even more.
"Was he someone close to you?"
She exhaled loudly and she ran her hand through her hair, "it's not... that's not it, Axel, it's just that..." her voice was small, crumbled, like that of a broken child and I felt a painful pang in my chest.
I squeezed her shoulders and she looked away from me as her shoulders crumbled.
"I don't enjoy killing people, Axel, it makes me... it drives me crazy, it makes me feel sick, makes me have unending nightmares every time I close my eyes, it's..." her shoulders crumbled completely and more tears filled her eyes.
"I hate it, I hate every minute of it."
I pulled her into my arms.