Gunpoint

Gunpoint

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

In a futuristic world of guns and explosions, poker and smoke, hit men and organized groups set out to kill each other for control. Among them is Rosemary Robins, a professional hit woman who works for money. When the nation seems to topple down on her, she tag teams alongside Justice, a rogue of a man who begins to engage in a deep sexual fascination with her. The minx despises him for having some sort of kinky influence over her, and though they shouldn't be together, neither of them can help themselves, which will ultimately lead to their demise, politically and sexually. This story is kind of developing as I'm writing, but that's sort of the plot I'm going with so far..:)

Summary

In a futuristic world of guns and explosions, poker and smoke, hit men and organized groups set out to kill each other for control. Among them is Rosemary Robins, a professional hit woman who works for money. When the nation seems to topple down on her, she tag teams alongside Justice, a rogue of a man who begins to engage in a deep sexual fascination with her. The minx despises him for having some sort of kinky influence over her, and though they shouldn't be together, neither of them can help themselves, which will ultimately lead to their demise, politically and sexually. This story is kind of developing as I'm writing, but that's sort of the plot I'm going with so far..:)

Chapter1 (v.1) - Gunpoint

Author Chapter Note

In a futuristic world of guns and explosions, poker and smoke, hit men and organized groups set out to kill each other for control. Among them is Rosemary Robins, a professional hit woman who works for money. When the nation seems to topple down on her, she tag teams alongside Justice, a rogue of a man who begins to engage in a deep sexual fascination with her. The minx despises him for having some sort of kinky influence over her, and though they shouldn't be together, neither of them can help themselves, which will ultimately lead to their demise, politically and sexually. This story is kind of developing as I'm writing, but that's sort of the plot I'm going with so far..:)

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: October 14, 2014

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: October 14, 2014

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Damned knuckles battered to blue swells, I was a doey eyed girl with twitching eyebrows and a mouth that curved in silent satisfaction during algebra tests. Bleached rays fanning across the iron floor. I was kind; I had dirt sprinkled across my toes. Diligence inside the best of us, Daddy would remark.

“UP!” Oh, on the florescents!

A growl, “GET UP!” Alright, alright.. I open syrup coated eyes and drag my body from the cot, a knot in my back contorts, and I bite my lip in discomfort. Drew is leaning lazily against the wall, blue jeans and shirtless with tattooed sleeves, fumbling for a cigarette. His jaw clenches when he retires the search and meets my drowsy gaze.

“Hi,” I yawn. He grunts and proceeds his rummaging of pockets.

I chuckle, “the day is new!”

“The lights are old,” Drew mumbles; blinking away the crust in his eyes as they attempt to beat down the ceilings’ glare. 

I laugh: stretching in newfound exuberance. Our cubicle is too clinical, a chilled metal box with only our fingerprints to taint it’s sides, I hate it. So does Drew, which is why he lies besides me: to snuggle the disgust away.

Slipping my t-shirt off, I embrace the goosebumbs skipping across my chest, not minding that my bare skin is easily accesible to Drew’s perverted fantasies. I feel his amber eyes drinking me in unabashed as he slides a discovered cigarette between his lips.

“Hmm, like what you see?” I sneer, contending with the drawers. One touch of the palm, and they slide open soundlessly from the wall. 

“Mm, I would like it more if-”

“Yes, yes me too..” I murmur, deciding on a leather jacket and jeans. Just tightening my belt when I move- winding up on top of him, reaching for the lighter clutched in his grasp, and fire the burning stick between his teeth. His puffs out a smoke as his shoulders sigh, moves his hands through my ashen hair: clutches tightly as my mouth falls into his and he murmurs. His tongue teases across my bottom lip, as I grip the muscles coarsing down his back. 

“Open your mouth..” he breathes, “Open-”

“Shhh,” I smile, he practically growls, and I carve my nails into his shoulders, down to his spine: resulting in a sharp intake of breath, he hisses between his teeth. This is how it begins every morning, heavy breaths coating my skin and a handful of shudders. Drew places his hand on my stomach and lowers me down to the ground so that his lithe form is hovering over mine. He brings his mouth to my neck; and when I tip my head back in ecstasy, he slides his tongue from the hallow of my throat to the base of my jaw, and I moan.

“Baby...” He murmurs, claiming my lips; I twine my fingers through his copper hair. He prowls a hands towards my thigh, sliding it upwards ever so close...yes almost...and then back down again. I whisper his name.

“Mm, you tease..” my eyes are closed, he kisses my cheekbones and I feel his wicked smile-growing wider as his fingers make contact with my sex: I stifle a gasp, roughly gnawing on my lip. 

“Oh..” I whimper, feeling a course of heat rush down my stomach and lower: I hate this position. And wrapping my leg around his, I advance on him: pinning his torso as he chuckles in amusement. 

“My my miss Rosemary,” he delights, I scowl and thrust my hips against him; he draws a sharp intake of breath. I lower my body down his, planting wet kisses down his chest, lower and lower-

The door opens, “christ you two..” Alex stands in it’s place, a skinny little bastard with glasses, sexy in a nerd kind of way. He’s draped an arm over his forehead in exasperhation, “you two, do you two ever get enough?” 

“Alex, you’re looking fine in black, come join us,” I dare, openly motioning to my legs straddling Drew. 

“Mmm, tempting, but maybe when there isn’t a world to save.”

Drew snorts, “oh you dramatist.”

Alex shakes his head “More like realist, get your guns-let’s go.” I sigh and jump to my cot; retrieving the revolver under my pillow, Drew slowly mirrors my actions. 

“A shirt perhaps?” reprimands Alex, eyeing Drew’s tattoos in distate. Drew sulks towards the closet, pressing his palm against the metal till a beam of light encircles it, and the wall shifts, revealing jackets and accessories. He slips on a shirt and coat; snuggling the revolver at the base of his belt, I do the same, and zip up some knee high boots.

I walk out the door, pattering my fingers against Alex’s shoulders just so that I may gain satisfaction from his flinch. Drew smirks and casts his eyes wildy towards Alex’s indifference. The door closes automatically behind us, and we three make our way down the hallway: three hitmen clicking their heels across the floor. 


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