EroticReverie

Maksim Anton Petrov

I type out an email on my phone as the lavender haired five foot five mistake sits beside me in the back of the car as the driver takes us back to my place. If she was anymore pressed against the door she'd be on the outside of the fucking car. 

She hasn't asked anymore questions, or spoken a single other word since getting dressed like I told her to.

I didn't like to hurt women. I'd watched my father do that enough as I grew up. My mother and my sisters. Nobody was safe from his fists or rage. I didn't tell my men what to do in their own homes, but under my watch , they knew the fucking rules.  It's not that we hadn't  killed women when necessary, but hitting them and raping them for whatever reason, didn't fly with me. 

Which is why I spent three bullets today on those lousy fucks. I didn't do violence against women, and I most certainly didn't do rape. If I hadn't walked in on the one fuck getting ready to rape her, maybe I'd have spared Igor and Danz. I wasn't even sure Danz really did anything to her, but he was there while Pavlov was getting ready to stick himself inside her and didn't shoot him. So I did. Then shot them too. 

I don't feel anything either. I stopped feeling shit a long time ago and have killed enough men that it's the same as killing a fly.  The only thing I felt was annoyed that I was now down three of my men.

After I'm done with my email I shove my phone inside my inner suit pocket and then let out a long sigh and retrieve my cigarettes and light one up. I notice her head turn and I feel her stare at me a moment and then turn my head slightly when she turns hers back to the window and I watch her try to press the button for the window to go down. 

I exhale the smoke into the air.  I can tell it bothers her, and I know she's terrified to talk to me, to even look at me when she knows I'm looking at her. 

"Is something wrong?" I ask and she snatches her hand back into her lap. Without looking at me she replies.

"I don't like cigarettes." she says. 

"I do." I reply and lift it to my mouth and watch her inhale, as if she's trying to control her tongue , and hold back from a verbal lashing I'm sure she's dying to give me. But, smart girl, she knows better. 

"Can you please roll down my window at least?" she asks. 

I hit the lock on my side and then roll her window down along with mine just a crack. she takes a deep breath of fresh air. 

"Those things will kill you." she says not looking at me, but out the window as we drive out of the city.

"Nothing kills me." I say and she huffs, and I swear I can feel the roll of her eyes.

"Right. Of course not." she says and then crosses her arms. 

I study her in her cheap little tight jeans, and a lilac colored hoodie with her purple sneakers. Her panties had been purple too. I wondered if she was still wearing the same ones that I'd had my hands on when I pulled them up for her. 

She was a risk. That's why I took her. Because she might not know where her theiving little boyfriend was, but she knew things. Things she might not even realize might help me find the fuck that stole part of my shipment two days ago. Unfortunately once I did get what I needed from her, whatever information might be useful, I'd have to kill her. 

No loose ends. Never leave a loose end. 

It was a shame too, because she was nice to look at. While I may not lay my hands on women or rape women. Doesnt mean I didn't think about wanting to rip those panties off of her myself and give her a proper fucking. I hated when women colored their hair colors that weren't naturally occuring shades. I also prefered my women taller than her small five foot five frame. I liked to be able to fuck them easily and not have to worry about the height difference. At six five, I was an entire foot taller than her. That fucking hair though. It had been down when I'd arrived, messy and wild and down her back. A light lavender shade, that I'm sure was a bit darker at one point, but was fading. I loved it. On her. 

It was a shame something so pretty would end up in the ground within a week or two. 

"Where are you taking me?" she asks and I don't answer. 

She sighs. "Are you really not going to answer me?" she asks without looking at me. 

"If you want to have a conversation , then you'll be a big girl and face me, and look me in the eyes and show me respect." I reply and she turns her head. 

Little Lavender glares at me. Actually fucking glares those hazel eyes at my own. Her  sexy mouth is screwed tight , just as tight as her little ass. 

"Respect you?" she asks. 

"You and your thugs broke into my house and ruined my shit and slapped me and one almost raped me" she says shaking angrily. 

"Did I not kill all three of them? Should we go back to your home and check for a pulse?" I ask and her nostrils flare. 

"I dont know what's going on, or why you or they wanted anything to do with me. I dont know where Jon is and I dont know what he did or why youre even looking for him. I don't know shit. But nobody is listening to me! I dont know anything!" she says and I just watch her, my face never changing as I just watch her. 

"Your boyfriend stole something of mine." I say. 

"Well then go find HIM, what the fuck do you need me for when I dont know anything!?" she shrieks angrily.

"Do you think you can manage to lower your voice Audrey and talk to me like a big girl instead of being a loud annoying little brat?" I ask her and her eyes flare. 

"Fuck you." she says and I see her jerk back and she regrets her words instantly and her eyes fly to where my gun is at my hip. She thinks I'm going to shoot her for yelling at me. A small smile plays at my lips. 

"Are you done?" I ask , my cock pushes against my pants. While I hated being disrespected, it was fun for me to watch her recoil in fear of doing so. 

"You'll watch your mouth when speaking to me Audrey." I tell her she goes to open it. 

"If you don't, the only time you'll be allowed to open it is when you're sucking my cock." I say and her jaw drops. 

I give a slight smirk and then lean back in my seat a bit more and relax and place my hand over my cock through my pants. I grab it. 

She looks down and swallows nervously as I stroke it through my pants. She looks back up at me. 

"I'm not sucking your dick." she says. 

"Then you will behave like a big girl." I say. 

Her nose twitches in disgust. 

"And you will talk like a lady." I tell her. 

She rolls her eyes and crosses her arms and sits back in her seat. 

"You have five questions. That's it." I say. 

Her arms drop from her chest. 

She opens her mouth and then shuts it. 

Again, smart girl. She's considering what she wants to ask, how important the questions are that she wants to ask. 

"Are you going to kill me?" she asks. 

Good question. 

I look at her, knowing that she's a loose end when I'm done seeing if there's anything she can give me as far as information to where Jonathan may have went to. 

She swallows hard and her eyes fill with tears. She knows the answer without me even having to respond. 

My cock is telling me that we can't kill her though. My cock, really, really fucking likes the little lavender loose end in the seat next to me. Likes her little purple obsession and those little purple fucking panties that she had on. My cock isn't the fucking smartest. That's for fucking sure. 

"I'm undecided." I say and she looks to me. 

"I wish I knew where he was." she says and grits her teeth. "I wish I could tell you, because...fuck him, and fuck you. Fuck this." she says and reaches for her door handle as we go 80 down the highway. I don't react because I know her door won't open. 

She cries and screams slightly when she realizes she can't throw herself from the car as she tugs and tugs on the handle. 

"Enough of the dramatics. Do you really desire to be road kill?" I ask and she whips her head to me. 

"I'd rather kill myself than let YOU or one of your bastard thugs do it!" she yells and I look at her. 

"I'll tell you one last time Audrey." I say calmly. 

"You will keep your voice down when talking to me. You will also not curse." I say and she tightens those lips again and glares. Frustrated she growls, pulls the hood of her hoodie up and turns her back to me and looks out the window and the wind whips against her face, blowing piece of her hair against her chest and shoulders. 

"You have four questions left." I tell her and she huffs a laugh and shakes her head.

"you may as well just kill me now, because I dont fu-...." she stops herself. she bite sher tongue. 

"I don't know anything." she says. 

"I told you, I was undecided." I tell her. 

"Why?" she asks and then looks at me. 

I look at her and take in those hazel eyes and her wet lashes and her perfect eyebrows that pinch slightly as her pretty little face scowls at me.

I cock my head slightly. 

"Honestly...." I say and sucks my teeth and lick my upper ones with a swipe of my tongue. 

"I don't know. You'd have to ask my dick. He's the one that's fond of you. Not me. " I say. 

Her lip lifts in disgust and she turns away again. 

"Why did you kill your own men?" she asks. 

"because they hurt you." I say.

She lets out a scoff. "So what? If you plan on killing me, what's it matter?" 

"Because. I don't hurt women until it's necessary. Even then. I make it quick. I don't make them suffer." I tell her.

"How many women have you killed?" she asks and her eyes are on mine. 

"I don't know." I answer honestly. 

She trembles slightly and hugs her arms around herself. 

"And you kill women like me...innocent women, who have nothing to do with whatever is going on...why?" she asks. 

"Because you're a loose end." I tell her. 

I can see the tears pool again.

"I'm not a loose end. I'm a human being." she says.

"you're both of those things. One doesn't erase the other Audrey." I tell her. 

"Do you even feel bad when you kill innocent people?" she asks. 

"That's six questions Audrey. You were only allowed five." I say and look away and pull out my phone as it buzzes.