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Another sleepless night. You walked out of your bedroom into the kitchen to pour yourself a glass of water. In the reflection of the stainless steel, you saw the outline of him sitting in your dining room, a silver handgun on the table. You took a sip of water, watching him carefully. In one swift movement, you grabbed a knife and threw it. It stuck into the center of his chest, stopping at his protective vest. You reached for the gun on the table. As your fingertips brushed the cold metal, his biotic hand wrapped around your neck, the gun falling onto the ground. You frantically pulled against his grip in an attempt to breathe again, but his strength was incomparable. He slammed you on the table, your legs around his waist. Pinning you against the wood, he used his free hand to pull the knife from his chest and aim it at your lower abdomen. His grip loosened on your neck slightly as he leaned in closer to you.
“You’re a feisty one, aren’t you?”
“You haven’t seen anything yet.”
You pushed the knife away from your body as you flipped him over. Now straddling him, you used all of your strength to press down on the knife and plunge it into his chest. He easily used his metal arm to hold your arms in the same position, barely above his chest. He brought his other hand up to your face, brushing your hair behind your ears softly.
“What the fuck?” You muttered.
In a quick movement, he sprung you backwards, landing harshly on the floor. He stood, walking over to you as you grabbed the gun from the floor and pointed it at him.
“Don’t fucking move.”
His held his hands up, a small smile creeping onto his face.
“You got me, sweetheart.”
You stood, trying to catch your breath as you held the gun to him.
“I’m not your fucking sweetheart, asshole. What do you want?”
“I’m here to kill you, but, fuck, I like your fight.”
He took a step forward.
“Don’t fucking move!”
He laughed and took another step forward.
“How adorable... you don’t want to kill me, do you? You’re good. You’re pure.”
He stood only inches away from the barrel of the gun now, the smile still plastered on his face.
“Please, stop. Don’t make me kill you. I know deep down somewhere you are a good man - a good man with morals and a sense of right and wrong. Just leave, please.”
“You are so cute when you’re desperate.”
He used your moment of confusion to grab the gun from your hands, throwing it across the room and stepping closer to you. His eyes burrowed into yours. He entangled his hand in your hair, pulling your head back and leaving a trail of soft kisses down the side of your neck.
“It’s a shame I have to kill you. I really like you.”
“Well, I could really like you, too, if you weren’t trying to kill me. I don’t know if anyone has told you this, but the metal arm - total turn on.” You laughed to cover your fear.
“No, no one has told me that.”
He looked around the room for a moment before picking you up, tossing you over his shoulder.
“Hey!” You yelled, striking his back with your fists.
He walked you into your bedroom, dropping you on the bed. You crawled backwards to the farthest corner of the mattress. He took off his vest, and then pulled his shirt up over his head.
“W-What are you doing?” You mumbled.
He pulled his pants down to his ankles.
“What the fuck are you doing?” You yelled.
He grabbed your ankle and yanked you to the bottom of the bed, crawling on top and pinning you down.
“Don’t fucking do this. You were just sent here to kill me. Please!”
“Fuck, I love when your pretty little mouth begs.”
He slammed his lips onto yours. You tried to push him away, but he easily overpowered you. With both hands, he grabbed your shirt and ripped it apart. His mouth trailed down to your breasts, licking and leaving love bites along the way.
“Hey! Hey!” You pulled his face up to look at yours. “Please, stop. Not like this.”
He brought his face up and left another small kiss on your lips before looking into your eyes.
“What do you mean not like this?”
“I mean...” you fabricated the lie in your head as quickly as possible. “I mean, I like you, but don’t force yourself on me. Give it time. Didn’t anyone tell you that you have to take a girl out for dinner first?” You laughed, trying to diffuse the tension, wishing he would get off of you and just leave.
“Baby...” he said, smiling down at you. “I like you, too, but the thing is... I love it when you struggle.”
Another rush of panic overtook you. You clenched your fist and struck him as hard as you could then continued striking until his hand grabbed yours and pinned it to the bed again.
“Yes, sweetheart. Fight just like that.”
He stood for a moment to roughly pull down your pants. You cried and screamed as loud as you could, until your throat was painfully sore.
“Go ahead and scream, baby. We both know no one can hear you.”
You tried to get up to run, but he quickly pushed you back down, pinning both of your wrists with one hand.
“You said the metal arm was a turn on, right baby? Do you want it inside of you?”
You shook your head, crying even harder. The cold metal traced lines along your thighs before moving in soft circles on your clit. The cool sensation made you moan softly.
“Is this what you wanted, you filthy fucking whore?”
He quickened his pace, you could already feel the pressure build up in your stomach. Suddenly, two cold fingers pushed inside of you. You cried out with pleasure and arched your back naturally. As you felt yourself inch closer to finishing, you struggled against him, but he persisted.
“Stop! Please, stop!”
“Stop? I want to see you come baby girl. Come for me.”
He kept fingering you as you rode your orgasm.
“Good girl, baby. You’re such a good girl.”
You were out of breath and your energy felt like it was completely drained. He moved down your body, his mouth connecting with your sensitive areas, sucking and licking.
“You taste so fucking good.”
His metal fingers entered you again for a moment. Then he brought his coated fingers to your lips.
“Open your mouth.”
You shook your head. He roughing grabbed your face, forcing your mouth open as he shoved his metal fingers in.
“Don’t you taste so good?”
Suddenly, he flipped you over so you were laying on your stomach. You tried to get up, but he grabbed a hold of your hands and held them behind your back. Without warning, he pushed himself inside of you, painfully spreading you open. You cried out from the pain, but he showed no regard. He pounded into you over and over again, using your arms to pull you back into him.
“You feel fucking amazing.”
He grabbed a handful of your hair, painfully pulling you back into his chest. His arm wrapped around your chest as his metal arm wrapped around your neck. You could not hold back your sounds as he continued to thrust into you.
“Come with me, baby. Come all over my cock.”
You tried to hold back, but you couldn’t. He gave one final hard stroke as you both came. He dug his face into the crook of your neck as you shook. He pulled out from you and you could feel his come dripping from your used hole. He collapsed beside you, pulling your body into his.
“Don’t fight me now, sweetheart. Just lay with me.”
As much as you wanted to push him away, you couldn’t. Your energy was drained. All of the fight had left your body. He held you close to him, his fingers trailing along your side soothingly.
“You were so good for me,” he muttered.
He pressed his lips against your temple.
“I think I’m going to keep you.”