Chapter 23 - Take That As Pure Torture

Stacey's POV:

“I won’t let go, so calm down, baby. Please….”

I’m pushing his arm to remove it….

“Baby? Stop…. Alright…. Come here!” He’s arresting both of my arms and glues himself on my back, trapping me, while I’m all a riot to kill the fucker!

FUCKING UNBELIEVABLE! HE’S DEAD!

“No, you didn’t! Let! Go! What?! Who the fuck changed me?!” I’ve just seen I’m in a male white shirt something and without pants or something on me! No, I’ve got my underwear from how I’m feeling it….

He’s laughing with savor kissing the left side of my neck and shoulder, acting like I’m some fucking doll and not a fucking assassin!

I’m in an earthquake in body to shake him off me with my heart drumming my chest and my breathing taking all this. My sweet state is now ruined by this fucker!

“I did, baby angry. And you’re at my house which is ours now, my love….” He’s kissing me the same, with his hands and arms like an iron clad on me.

WHAT?! SON OF A FUCKING BITCH! ALWAYS DOING THINGS AT MY BACK! DECIDING EVERYTHING ON YOUR OWN LIKE I HAVE NO FUCKING IMPORTANCE?! WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!

“UGH! FUCKING LET GO AND STOP TOUCHING AND KISSING ME! RIGHT NOW! HOW THE FUCK DID THEY ALLOW YOU TO DO ALL THIS?! TO TAKE ME OUT OF THERE! FUCKING ANSWER!” I’m doing my thing to break the restraint but it’s like Superman fighting with kryptonite on him.

“Because you’re mine, baby. They know that. The important people. And they know not to mess with me on this.”

What?! What?! And what?! HE’S CRAZY! Fuck…. My headache….

I’m shaking my head and squeezing my eyes as it’s a pressing headache and I halt for a while my actions against him to fucking breathe….

“What’s the matter, baby?”

“Oh! I’ll so kill you, motherfucker…. And then all 'the important people' who allowed you….”

He’s feeling my forehead….

I’m not with fever, loser…. Shit…. I’m getting dizzy….

“Is it the headache?”

Aren’t we fucking smart?!

He’s massaging my forehead with his right hand….

I hate you….

“My baby…. The doctor said you’ll have a temporary one.” Now he’s kissing my left temple and my heart is again magnetized by the son of a bitch….

“Brian?”

“Yeah, baby?”

He’s with his left hand on mine to restrain me, but my right hand is resting on it. I sigh as I’m between uncontrollable states regarding him.

“I hate you. Since I fucking landed back in Miami, you’ve turned my life upside-down.” No, he’s massaging my forehead and kissing my neck, like trailing kisses on it, unfazed by my sincere words. “You’re crazy by nature, right?”

He’s silently laughing on my neck while kissing it.

Yeah, you are…. Not that I’m not crazy myself, but not like this….

“You don’t hate me, baby. Well, I couldn’t do it otherwise to take what’s mine. Yeah, I’m crazy by nature. You’ve got that right.”

I ‘Hmph!’ at him.

“How’s the headache, baby angry?” He’s kissing my cheek.

Such a fucking snake….

“Better….” I’m with my eyes shut, enveloping myself with him, getting healing to my headache from HIS massage.

I’m chewing my cheek in frustration…. I don’t even want to think about the upcoming shit with my taking out of the agency instrumented by the STUPID behind me. It would provoke a permanent headache to my head….

“I love you, baby….” He’s squeezing me in his embrace.

Son of a bitch….

“Shut up and massage my head. You want me? You’re under orders. At first mistake? You’re out. I hope you’re not smirking in victory as I would kill you right now.”

Fuck…. He’s blazing my fucking back…. And his heart is beating my back…. He’s fucked up…. Well, who told you to hold me like this, huh?! Fucking asshole….

Yeah, he’s turned on and in some boiling heats and all. I don’t give a fuck. I want my head massage…. Yep.

He’s going to see such torture that he’ll regret all of his actions. Ha-ha! To fuck me? No, sir. That’s sealed. Not happening. Who told him to choose me? His fucking dick? Well, he’s got it coming as it won’t come per his wishes. Muhahaha!

He’s kissing my cheek ongoing driving me crazy!

“STOP! Shit…. Massage my head!” I’m cursing him under my lips as the moment I’ve yelled at him the headache exploded in my head….

He’s so damn happy to my desperation. I need his massage on my head, not kisses!

“You baby angry…. Ha-ha! Yes, sir. He, he, he….”

I’m now chewing from my lower lip in FRUSTRATION, breathing the like, and his hot breath is firing the back of my neck as he’s kissing it….

Man! He’s irritating me! Bastard….

“You don’t behave, do you?” I’m squeezing his arm with a frowned mad dog stare in the room. Yeah, he’s massaging my forehead….

“I love my baby…. Mmm….”

HE’S DEAD! Stop contracting, Stace…. The fucking headache…. I so hate him….

He’s breathing in my scent…. He’s fucking hopeless…. I sigh as if I yell again or move to slap or do something against him, my head will explode.

“I don’t understand how you love me, then do all the shit you did without us knowing each other in any fucking way, and now be like this, like you know me since forever. It puzzles my mind. You’re dead crazy to provoke a war with the superiors and have me as a target. One wrong move and you’ll have all the bad omens on earth on your footsteps. For what? I’m not a simple woman, Brian. And no, I don’t fuck, if that’s your objective. Don’t turn me around! Ah! Fucking headache….”

I’m forcing my eyes shut with my right hand pressing my forehead as it’s so fucking piercing and I’m contracting my jawline.

He’s removing my hand, kissing my forehead and I’m containing moans of pain as it’s like I’m getting shot in my brains.

Fucking Doc…. He said it will be like this…. Shit…. And he’s without a shirt or something…. But he’s got pants…. And now he’s taking me on him with my leg, feeling my ass, and my back, and he’s so fucking dead…. I do hope that’s not…. SON OF A FUCKING BITCH!

I fuck the headache though it’s fucking my brains in fucking delirium right now and grab with my right hand the pillow under my head and whack him with it!

“FUCKING! BASTARD! I! SAID! STOP! TOUCHING! STOP! KISSING! AND! NOW! YOU! FEEL! MY FUCKING! ASS! AND! TAKE! ME! ON! YOU! TO! FEEL! YOUR! FUCKING! DICK?! YOU’RE! DEAD! NO! FUCKING! RESPECT!”

I’ve broken the fucking pillow on him, and I’m mounted on him as I’ve done all that like this with thirst!

“WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK I AM, HUH?! DON’T YOU FUCKING SMIRK AT ME! I’M NOT YOUR BITCH, BUDDY! IF IT WEREN’T FOR YOUR STUPID ACTIONS, I WOULDN’T HAVE CONSIDERED YOUR FUCKING LIFE!”

I’m pointing with my index finger at him per words while his breathing is surmounting as I don’t fucking realize anything anymore just that I would fucking KILL HIM!

“YOU DON’T GET TO DO SUCH THINGS TO ME! I’M THE ONE I AM! START HAVING SOME FEAR! I’M CRAZY! AND DEADLY! MY WORDS AREN’T JUST WORDS! YOU DON’T FUCKING KNOW WHEN I MIGHT LOSE IT AND TAKE YOUR FUCKING LIFE! AH!”

My head is exploding and after I yell at him and he’s with his narrowed intoxicated dark jade stare at me on his back and smirking, I fall with my hands on his chest, contracting, squeezing my eyes and breathing erratically….

Shit!

“Baby! I told you to calm down…. Come here….” He’s embracing me and I’m with my forehead on his chest while he’s massaging my head.

Yeah, I’m mounted on him, but splashed now, feeling like a complete shit because of the headache which gives me nausea…. I’m moaning because of the pain, but his hand massaging me and the other around my waist, and his hammering heartbeats and his incredible heat are again helping and easing my state.

This bastard….

“I hate you….” I’m moaning…. “So fucking much….” Moaning again…. “You’ll be the death of me….” I’m yawning now…. “Don’t you dare consider this the wrong way….” I’m yawning again…. “But I’ll sleep like this on you and you’ll massage my head….” I’m yawning again with the pulsating headache…. “It’s your fault anyways….” I’m moaning again…. “You may suffer now….”

And I’m taking my sleeping position on the son of a bitch like placing my head on his chest as I would on a pillow, hug him like I would a pillow, relaxed in body, having him massaging my head and his other hand around me, and I’m drowning in my sleep as the headache is consuming me and my heartbeats are similar to his but because of different reasons. Yeah, I don’t give a fuck…. Go figure…. MUHAHAHA!

He’s groaning as he’s so fucking turned on….

Suffer till you pass out for what I care, fucker…. This is the woman you want…. Stay fucked now…. MUHAHAHA! He, he, he…. So good…. Fuck yes…. He’s doing miracles to my headache and sleeping…. Motherfucker…. Sleep well, buddy…. I know I will…. Ha-ha!

“You so love to torture me with and without your want, love….” He’s kissing my head taking the sheets to cover us as I’m getting cold with icy shivers down my spine.

I’m with my eyes shut and smirking for his TORTURES.

You’re so fucking smart, babe…. And it’s all your fault as I didn’t ask for any of this….

“My baby angry….”

Yep….

He’s sighing in defeat. Ha-ha!

Yeah, you may kiss my head now as it feels good and it’s healing my headache…. Mmm….

“Who’s here with me now….” He’s in suave kisses on my head, massaging it and the back of my neck, and awkwardly

I’m in complete bliss walking on dreamland clouds…. While his entire body is throbbing under mine…. MUHAHAHAHA! Take that as pure torture as a man…. Ha-ha!

I like you when you undergo such tortures, buddy…. Oh yeah…. Sexy motherfucker….

“I love you so much, Stacey….”

Whatever…. I just like you…. Bye. Ha-ha!

And I’m out in sleep while he’s still saying something…. Yeah, there are feathers everywhere from the pillow…. Whatever….