Seth's eyes widened when he walked into his favorite coffee shop on his way home from work that evening. He could recognize that plum colored bob anywhere even though he was looking at it from behind. He was staring at Zosia of all people.
He walked up behind her as close as he dared and took in her scent. She smelled clean. Not like a woman on the run. He had no idea where she was hiding everyday. Ever since she ran after having used him and his team to take down her gang, he hadn't been able to sniff up any information about her. She was gone. Until this very moment where he just happened to stumble over her by accident.
"Next, please," the barista said.
The guy who had been first in line stepped aside. Zosia stepped up to the counter. Seth stepped up next to her and grabbed her arm.
"A triple latte, please," Seth said. "And what will you be having, dear?"
"A toffee latte," Zosia said.
"Ah yes, your favorite," Seth said. "I'm paying today."
He kept holding on to her arm with one hand while swiping his credit card in the machine with the other. They took a step to the side and waited in silence. Both of them could fight. They knew they could cause a giant mess inside the coffee shop so they silently agreed to not do anything. Their lattes were served a minute later. He kept holding on to her arm while they walked out of the coffee shop. It wasn't until they were outside that he finally spoke.
"Better enjoy that coffee because it's the last you'll ever get. We're going straight to the dollhouse," he said.
He opened the car door and pushed her in on the passenger seat. He ran around his car fast and jumped in on the driver's seat. He froze when he found her pointing her gun at him.
"You're too hot headed for your own good. You should have asked for my gun first," she said.
"Fuck!" He growled.
"Forget about the dollhouse. Take me to your house. And remember, I know where you live, so no funny business," she said.
He did as he was told. He drove straight to his own house. He felt nervous entering his own home. He had no idea if he would make it through this evening alive. She stepped in front of him and turned her back to him while she looked around.
"Damn!" She whistled. "They're paying you good money to keep quiet about the dollhouse."
It was her time to freeze when she felt him point his gun into the back of her head.
"You just made the same mistake as me," he said.
"What does that make the two of us? Stupid around each other? Like school kids crushing on each other and messing up with everything else?" She asked.
"Give me your gun!" He barked.
She handed it to him over her shoulder before turning around to look at him.
"We're going to the dollhouse," he said.
"Tomorrow," she said.
"We're not waiting," he said.
"You can't make me," she said.
"I got a fucking gun pointed at your face. Of course I can make you," he said.
She stepped up in front of him. It would be so easy for her to try and fight him for the gun but she kept standing there and he let her.
"You don't wanna kill me. You told me that yourself," she said. "You wanna break me and torture me. But kill? No, that's more my thing."
She grabbed his crotch and squeezed hard. He let out a loud moan that clearly was a mix of pain and pleasure.
"So break me, Seth. Torture me. Make me yours tonight before handing me over to your men tomorrow. You know you want to," she said.
He pulled up a pair of handcuffs from his back pocket and locked one end around her wrist. The other went around his own wrist.
"What's this?" She giggled.
"So you don't run," he said.
"Put the guns down and let's play," she said.
He threw both guns over on the couch before dragging her into the bedroom. She wrestled against him while he ripped her clothes to shreds. She wouldn't need them anymore anyway. She would be back in a prison suit tomorrow and never get out of it again.
"Fucking lie still!" He demanded.
"Fuck you!" She snarled.
She bit down on his neck as hard as she could. He howled in pain and reached under his pillow. He pulled out the knife he always hid under there and pressed it against her throat.
"Fucking lie still, bitch!" He growled. "Or I'll cut you."
"Do it," she licked her lips. "Make me bleed."
He wasn't about to back down to her. He ran the blade over her skin on her collarbone and drew blood. He leaned down to lick it up. At the same time he drove his knees in between her legs and slammed into her. The sounds she could make were to die for.
"Harder, you stupid piece of shit! Fuck me like you god damn mean it!" She snarled.
He cut her again. A few more times. Letting her bleed on his white sheets while he continued to fuck her. Clearly she liked it. He was lost in the taste of her blood and the feeling of her pussy that he didn't notice her grabbing the knife. Soon he felt the blade against his own throat, and once again he froze.
"Keep fucking me," she said.
He started moving again but more slow this time. He was too scared to accidently slit his own throat by moving too fast. She ran the knife down to his collarbone and split his skin the same way he had split hers. He hissed at the pain but continued moving. He couldn't stop. It felt too good.
"Fuck, your dick is too damn good," she moaned.
She closed her eyes and he used the moment to grab her wrist and force the knife out of her hand. He threw it across the room so neither of them could get a hold of it again. He slammed her wrists down next to her head and started moving hard again. She closed her eyes again and finally gave him what he was waiting for. She came in waves, and he followed shortly after.
"Fuck!" He growled. "This was not supposed to happen."
"Sure it was," she grinned. "You wanted it."
"No one's ever gonna believe you if you tell them," he said.
"We'll see about that," she said.
"You're still going back to the dollhouse. This changes nothing. You were just a free fuck for me to collect," he said.
"Right back at you," she winked. "It's okay. We can go tomorrow. You know I'll find my way out of there again."
"We'll see about that. You got nothing to offer this time," he said.
She ran her hand over her chest and looked at her own blood. She grinned again. He wasn't surprised that she liked blood with her long kill list.
"Man, fucking makes me thirsty. Can we get some water?" She asked.
"Sure," he answered.
With their wrists still cuffed together, they went back to the kitchen. She filled two glasses of water. They went back to the bedroom and sat down on the bed. He sat against the wall, leaned his head back and closed his eyes for a few seconds. She wasn't gonna kill him. If she wanted him dead, he would be dead by now. He opened his eyes again and saw her play with her necklace.
"That's a pretty necklace," he said.
"Thank you. It's special to me," she said.
"Some heirloom?" He asked.
"No, my family got nothing I want," she answered.
"So what's the story about it?" He asked.
"Does it matter?" She asked.
"I suppose not," he said.
He grabbed his glass of water and emptied it. He lied down on his back and watched her. She emptied her glass of water too and lied down next to him.
"Can I use your phone?" She asked.
"Nice try. Even if you get your fingers on it, you don't know the code," he said.
"I just wanna play a game on it. I'm not tired. You can play with me to make sure I don't do anything you don't want," she said.
"I guess that's alright but you gotta download a game then," he said.
"Any Mahjong game will do," she said.
He reached down to fish his pants up from the floor. His phone was still in one of the pockets. He threw his pants across the room so she wouldn't be able to get to them in case he slept heavier than her. The key to the handcuffs was in them.
He unlocked his phone and downloaded the first Mahjong game that showed up in the app store. He handed her the phone and watched as she started playing. He figured she could play until one of them got tired and then he could toss the phone to his pants so she wouldn't be able to reach that either.
"You can help if you want," she said.
"It's okay. I'll just watch," he said.
Seth felt groggy when he woke up. His head was pounding like crazy. He raised his head and noticed he was lying on the floor. He sat up and rubbed his temples while he tried remembering what had happened the night before. He was naked on the floor in a sea of discarded clothes. His own and hers.
"Fuck! Zosia!" He yelled.
He got up on his feet and noticed the handcuffs around his wrist. The other end was open and the key was still hanging in the lock. He unlocked his side too before grabbing his pants. His phone wasn't there.
"No, no, no," he said.
He moved out of the bedroom and stopped for a second to listen for any sounds. The house was dead quiet. She was long gone. His throat was dry and his head was pounding so he made it to the kitchen to get water and painkillers.
To his surprise his phone and gun were on the countertop. No sign of her gun of course. He grabbed the phone and unlocked it. He quickly went through calls and texts but nothing seemed to have been done by her. He knew it wasn't that easy.
"What did you do, Zosia?" He mumbled.
He thought about it for a few seconds and then opened the photo gallery. There was a video left by her. He opened it and noticed her in one of his t-shirts. He knew she probably was wearing a pair of his pants too. He had destroyed the clothes she was wearing last night.
"Good morning," she grinned at the camera. "I'm sure you're wondering what happened. I drugged you. You asked about my necklace. It opens. It comes in handy when I need to drug someone. You closed your eyes and I poured it in your water."
He couldn't help but grin back at the video. She had gotten one over him again. Randy had been right back then. He did admire her. Something he would never admit to though.
"This was easy. You run on impulses. You have to with your line of work. Most times you find someone by accident and you have to move fast. I don't work like that. I plan for a long time, sometimes months. I planned last night. I was at that coffee shop because you go there everytime you leave work. You're so fucking easy to plan around, Seth. No surprises when it comes to you."
He sneered at her. He wished she was there to see it. So many things he wanted to say and especially do to her in that moment.
"You fell in a deep sleep and I had to pull you out of bed to get the key. The phone stayed unlocked. You slept from that. Too fucking easy, Seth. Try harder next time. Will there be a next time? Probably. You and I have a thing for each other. Let's just be honest and throw that out there. You wanna hurt me, and I wanna hurt you. So we did last night. We hurt and we fucked each other, and it was fucking good. Don't deny it."
He wasn't going to deny it. She was right. Everything she said was true. He had a thing for her. He wanted to hurt her, break her, torture her and fuck her to pieces.
"Nothing happened by accident last night. You thought you won when I turned my back on you. I knew you would pull your gun on me. That was part of the fun. I also knew you wouldn't kill me. Oh, by the way, I took a picture of your naked ass and sent to the guys you work with. Have fun explaining that when you go to work," she continued.
"You bitch!" He growled.
She smirked at the camera as if she had heard him. She probably expected that line from him.
"Here's the thing, Seth. You might run the dollhouse but when it comes to you and me, you're my doll to play with. Remember that when we meet again."
A/N:
A third installment to the Doll series will be here about 3-4 weeks from now. I wrote it yesterday so it's ready to be posted.