The Hitman's Last Job



He felt her figure properly for the first time and felt guilty for wanting more. He wanted to bend down and kiss her stomach. He wanted to trail his fingers through the space in between her breasts while kissing her neck. However he did nothing but smile at her and bop her on the nose.

“Morning…Sleep well?”
“Urgh…..yeah,” she grinned. “You’re the best teddy bear I’ve ever had,”


Carl loved to hear that she was comfortable with him. Maybe she’d like it too if he were to bend down and gently kiss her. The moment seemed perfect. He lowered his head and for a brief second their lips were only millimetres apart. But he couldn’t do it. He didn’t want to take advantage of her. She was probably only behaving this way out of some bizarre symptom of Stockholm Syndrome. There’s no way she could be falling for him so easily. It must just be some primitive part of her brain responding to being captive, a natural way to try and survive the situation.

He pulled away and got out of bed. Anna instantly looked sad and pouted.

“Hey…it’s cold in here without you!”


Carl pulled the covers over her and tucked her in.

“You know that’s not what I meant,” she seemed annoyed.
“I think you need space to recover,” Carl reasoned. “Try and get back to sleep,”


Anna huffed and pulled the covers back.

“Well if you change your mind I’ll be in the shower,” she blustered and walked to the bathroom.
Carl sat awkwardly on his bed listening to the sound of the running water. If he wasn’t mistaken she had just invited him in there with her but how could she? How could she be attracted to a murderous scumbag like him? She’s deluded, in shock, a girl that’s been abused. She doesn’t know what she’s thinking. He tried to think logically.


But after a long while he noticed that the water wasn’t being turned off. Either she was just hanging out in there for the longest shower he’d ever known or she was waiting for him. That couldn’t be could it? He stood up and found himself walking to the bathroom despite the fact that he knew he shouldn’t. But maybe if he just creaked open the door… Maybe if he just peeked inside.

He pushed the door open slowly and watched the steam escape from the bathroom. He could see a foggy form behind the shower door. If he wanted he could jump in there and have her but he wasn’t that type of guy.

“Anna! Maybe it’s time we go grab breakfast!” he called over to her.
“Oh yeah? Or maybe we could just hang out here?”
“Or…. His voice trailed off as his eyes roamed over her naked back through the fogged up glass,”
“What?” she spun around in the shower and faced him.


He could see her naked body in all its perfection, her tiny waist that led up to large breasts. He needed to feel his hands on her wet skin as he kissed her passionately. But he just couldn’t, he didn’t want to be the next man to take advantage of her.

“I’ll… I think I’m just going to go out and get you some clothes,” he shouted over the sound of running water. “What size are you?”


No answer. She was playing with him now.

“Anna? What size are you?”


Still no answer. He pushed the bathroom door back open and was shocked to see that she had the shower door wide open and was standing there as if waiting to usher him inside.

“Why are you playing games with me?” she asked. “Are you trying to offend me?”


Carl felt lost for words and he stuttered. “No….I just…. Didn’t want to… you know….”

“Didn’t want to what?”


Gazing at her naked body, Carl threw his fleeting morals out of the window.

“Urgh….Well I tried to be good. Don’t think otherwise,” a gigantic smile swept across his face as he gave in and tore off his sweater and shirt.


Anna could see the muscles in his body ripple and couldn’t wait to be surrounded by those big strong arms.

“Christ, you’re taking your time,” she laughed. “Hurry up!”


And he raced to rip off his jeans. He stood awkwardly for a moment in his underwear unsure if he should take them off or not. But his erection was showing obviously and there was no use trying to hide it. Sliding off his underwear he stepped in the shower with a fast beating heart.

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