Handcuffed With A Stranger

Do you still want to scream?"Lacking her ability to speak, which he skillfully robbed her, she shook her head and he pulled his hand from her lips. She gasped for air. "Ouch," she whined, bracing her arms against his relentless pressure, which almost dislocated her shoulders."You wanted me to use violence, so you are masochistic," he instructed her about this absolutely wrong fact. "If you show yourself cooperative, I'll be gentler."There it was again, his bloody favorite word. If she ever read it again or heard it from someone anywhere in a text, she would go nuts. "I'm cooperative," she mumbled, fighting down the tears that welled up in her eyes."Certainly?"Damn no! But should she tell him the truth? Hardly likely. "Yes."He crawled off her throbbing spine that had been squeezed neatly under his weight. It was a real relief. The burglar pulled her upper arm up and pushed her back onto the couch, where she landed awkwardly on her stoma

Threatening him with an ice cream cone would probably have been just as effective and terrifying. "Oh," he said and Maxi could see clearly how he had to keep from laughing loudly. "Is that a woman's guns?" Okay, the burglar was a macho. Bastard. "No, I'll hit you with it." Had she just really said hit ? How embarrassing. She urgently needed to find her rhetorical talent again."With such a ... uh ... gun," his dark eyes flashing with amusement, "you should definitely consider the element of surprise and not announce your appearance with loud cries." She had suspected it, it was not a good idea Hello to call. Well, in the end you were always smarter. She took a step back, aimed the end of the broom at his chest. "What do you want?""What does it look like?""Money?" Another sharp smile. “I mean what do I want now? What did I order you beforehand ?! ”Ordered? She felt heat surge in her veins. What was he actually imagining? "I am not commanded,

 Professional… in which area? Professional killer ?! Again Maxi's heart skipped and then immediately beat three times as fast.That was definitely not healthy. "Pro," she purred repeatedly, her thoughts racing. But before she could lapse into unsubstantiated brooding, he warned her, “You still have to decide on my offer. It is not unlimited. I'll give you ... "He glanced at his wristwatch, which hung on a slightly insistent, strong wrist," exactly one more minute, and then my patience will be exhausted. "" Without force, what means ...? "" I see, you want to know all the contract options before you sign, ”he said in an indifferent tone that was indistinguishable and therefore scary for Maxi. "Well, it means I'll give you a drink, then we go to my car, we get in, have a nice chat and then ..." He showed a row of white, straight teeth, "I'm doing my job. "" And the other option? "Maix was now certain not to give up without a fight

She got no further, because he had grabbed her in a flash and pulled her from the sofa to the floor. Now he was enthroned calmly on her back and painfully twisted his arms behind her back, which he managed to do with one hand, while he covered her mouth with his left. "Never make promises you can't keep," he whispered in amusement, his fingers tightening around her jaw so that Maxi thought he was going to break it."Do you still want to scream?"Lacking her ability to speak, which he skillfully robbed her, she shook her head and he pulled his hand from her lips. She gasped for air. "Ouch," she whined, bracing her arms against his relentless pressure, which almost dislocated her shoulders."You wanted me to use violence, so you are masochistic," he instructed her about this absolutely wrong fact. "If you show yourself cooperative, I'll be gentler."There it was again, his bloody favorite word. If she ever read it again or heard it from someone anywhere in

Mhmm," she managed to say when she saw him lift her up and carry her to the sofa. He let it hover briefly over the upholstered surface, then he opened his handle and it fell back left onto the seat."So, you chose option 2," he said monotonously. "I would have thought you wiser.""Mhmm.""You agree, was a stupid idea.""Mmmmm."“What, you want me to punish you later in reparation? Well, if that's what you want. "Gna. How could he interpret her murmur so nasty. .......She rolled her eyes, clearly signaling what she thought of his game, which only amused him more. Then he did one thing that frightened her more than anything before, even though it was just a simple, straightforward move on his part: he took off the mask. The ill-fitting balaclava with the large, frayed openings had fundamentally contributed little to his anonymity, but the fact that he was now actively taking this step of revelation made her