She and I.
The sound of the bathroom door opening and Evita walking out brought my attention up to her. She looked like a fucking goddess, wearing a silk white matching bra and panty set with fuck me heels. I leaned back into my chair, setting my ankle over my knee. Taking in the vision in front of me, not believing my eyes. I made a twirling gesture with my fingers, and she understood my silent command. Smiling as she spun in a slow circle, showing me exactly what I wanted to see. Stopping once she was facing me again.
“Come here,” I demanded, rubbing my lips in a back and forth motion with my index and middle fingers.
She did, making sure to sway her luscious ass with each step she took in my direction. I nodded toward the table in front of me for her to sit down and spread her fucking legs. She seductively licked her lips with nothing but hunger in her eyes for what was to come. Lifting herself up onto the cool wood surface, doing what I had ordered.
I eyed her up and down, taking in every last curve of her body, every last inch of silky white skin. Making her pussy clench from the predatory regard of my penetrating glare. There wasn’t one nook of her figure that I didn’t explore with my hands, my tongue, my lips, my fucking cock.
A nostalgic state of mind fell over me like I never felt before.
“You want to know what I thought when I first met you?” I questioned in a neutral tone, when I was feeling everything but that.
She beamed, nodding. Her expression consuming me as much as her beating heart.
“I thought you looked so goddamn innocent, and all I wanted to do was fuck you.”
She mischievously smiled, leaning forward to touch me. Instantly stalling when she saw the gun in my hand, resting on my lap. Her eyebrows narrowed. “Why are you holding that?” she asked, barely above a whisper.
“So tell me, Evita. How innocent are you?”
“Damien, I—” I sharply sat forward, making her jolt back. Away from me.
“What’s wrong, baby? You scared?” I rasped, placing my gun on her thigh, leisurely moving it up her leg toward her chest. Inch by inch, wanting her to feel the cool metal against her heated skin. I added, “You should be.”
Her eyes widened and her nostrils flared, causing her face to pale. “I love you,” she muttered, loud enough for me to hear. Her voice was trembling along with her pouty fuck-me lips.
“Is that right? How much do you love me, Evita? Tell me, baby? Is it enough to die for me? Or enough to kill for me?”
Her body shivered, creating goose bumps all over her skin. Looking back and forth between the gun that was now near her pussy and the man holding it.
Me.
She sucked in a breath, her mouth suddenly dry. “Why are you asking me this?”
I ignored her question, slowly continuing my calculated descent. Making sure to always have my steady finger over the trigger. Needing her to understand that I would always be the one in control. I purposely moved my gun back and forth over her breasts, letting the end of the barrel linger over her heart. Fucking with her emotions in the same way she fucked with my heart.
“Did you know who I was from the start?”
She shook her head, never taking her eyes off my gun. That was currently on top of her rapidly beating heart.
“No? Want to answer that again? Except this time, I advise you not to lie to my goddamn face.”
“I’m not lying. Why would I know you?” she let out, blinking her eyes.
I briefly pulled away the gun. Her hand flew to her chest, and she visibly released the breath I knew she had been holding the second she saw my gun. “Damien, you had me terrified there for a second,” she nervously laughed. “I’m all for role playing, just a little warning next time. Alright?”
Reaching under my leg, I chucked the files onto her lap. “Open them,” I simply stated.
“Why?”
I abruptly stood, causing her to jump out of her skin. Her eyes were glued to every movement of my body as I carelessly waved my gun around in front of me. Letting her know this role playing was far from fucking over.
“Goddamn it, Evita! You know how much I hate to fucking repeat myself! Now pull your head out of your ass, quit acting like a dumb blonde bitch, and open the fucking folders.”
Her hands trembled as she grabbed the first file, turning over the cover to look at the first page. If I thought her face was pale before, well now it was bright fucking white. One by one she took in the pictures, the documents, the evidence; she couldn’t decide what to focus on more. Exactly how I had felt for what seemed like hours ago.
“No…” She fervently shook my head. “No…” Unable to form any coherent thoughts, she stumbled on all the words coming out of my lying, betraying mouth.
“Since you’re my fucking wife and all, I’ll give you one last chance before I let a fucking bullet do the talking for you. Did you know who I was from the start?”
“Please, Damien, let me explain. I love you!”
I slammed my fists at the sides of her body on the table, welcoming the sting. It was a nice change from the one in my heart. She screamed, shuddering in terror as I eerily loomed in front of her. My hands never leaving her sides.
“I won’t ask again,” I gritted through a clenched jaw near her ear.
She intensely nodded. Her body quivering so fucking bad it vibrated the whole table. Placing my gun on her cheek, I hissed, “Good girl.”
“Damien, please don’t do this… please…”
I cocked my head to the side, taking in her pathetic pleas. Softly moving my mouth against her cheek and toward her lips, craving the feel of them against mine. “Did you think I wouldn’t have found out?” I breathed into her mouth.
“I… please…”
“Choose your words wisely, Evita. I already know you’re a fucking liar.”
Tears streamed down her beautiful face. I didn’t care. I didn’t care about anything. I was too busy dying inside from the blade she stabbed in my heart.
“Please… just let me explain… I didn’t…” She couldn’t catch her breath as if the room started to spin on her.
Over.
And over.
And over.
“I swear, I love you.”
“I loved you, too, baby.”
She winced, hating to hear those words come out of my mouth. Knowing I meant them, but never said them.
“Do you have any idea what it feels like to have your heart ripped out? Because you will in a fucking second if you don’t answer my goddamn question!” I roared along her lips, aiming my gun toward her heart.
“No! Yes! No! I don’t know! I hoped… I prayed you wouldn’t have found out!” Her lips vibrated against mine, and I resisted the urge to bite them between my teeth.
“It always amazes me to see how fast people can shatter, and trust me when I say, baby, I’m about to fucking break you.”
More tears slid down her face, placing her hand over her stomach. Really wanting to hold it over her heart.