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Дорогая II (The Winter Soldier x Reader)

Summary: The Winter Soldier has thought of everything...

Warnings: +18 content, strong language, less smut than previously planned/anticipated, mentions of kidnapping, dub-con, dark content, will most likely do another part if this gets a good response

Word Count: +1.6k

Дорогая Part 1 II One-Shots Masterlist II Marvel Masterlist

The low rumbling of a gravel road against tires wakes you, your eyes opening but your body not moving because you remember exactly what happened the moment you came to. You’re very aware of the man sitting in the driver’s seat next to you and you try to stay as still as possible as to not alert him that you’re awake because you have no idea why Bucky’s doing this to you. 

No. You have to remind yourself that this is not Bucky. This is the Winter Soldier. Bucky would never do this to you. 

Looking down at your hands, you see that they’re handcuffed together, probably as a way to prevent you from trying to escape if you wake up in the car. Well, you’re going to let it stop you. Natasha has taught you how to get out of any situation and you hate to think what the Winter Soldier has in mind for you. You’ve heard stories of what he’s done, but when you remember the look in his eyes when he caught you in your bedroom in the compound, you have a feeling that nothing he has in mind for you compares to those stories. 

Lifting your eyes out the window, you see that you’re nowhere near a city. There are no lights outside except that of the full moon. There are trees outside and you have no idea where you are. But you know that if you get out of this car, however fast it’s going, you know that you’re just going to run and figure out where you are later. 

Slowly, your fingers reach for the door handle, trying to not pull any attention towards yourself while the Soldier has his attention on the road. You prepare yourself to throw yourself out the moment the door opens and to be hurt from falling on the hard gravel road. 

But when you pull on the handle, the door doesn’t open. It’s locked. 

“Nice try, Дорогая,” he chuckles, turning his head to you as you let go of the handle, sneering at the nickname once again. “But I know better than to leave the door unlocked no matter how passed out you seem to be.”

You breathe out a huff but refuse to look at him. “And you honestly think that Tony won’t find out where we are?” you ask back, recognizing the interior of the car as one of Tony’s cars. 

He laughs again, his grip moving on the steering wheel as he shifts in his seat. “You mean the tracking device that narcissist has in everything?” he asks, making your heart drop and your head turns towards him in shock. “Trust me, I have thought of everything.”

The way he says that makes your blood run cold. You swallow the lump growing in your throat back and look away from him. As a way to comfort yourself, you try to come up with ways you can get away from him, ways that you’re sure that he hasn’t thought about. Surely he couldn’t have thought of everything. 

Then he turns onto a plot and crosses a bridge that’s familiar to you. Too familiar to you that it’s as if your heart has stopped beating. You think it’s just a coincidence, but when you see the red posts on the end of the bridge, you know it’s not a coincidence. You sit up straight in your seat, stiff and scared when the house comes into view. 

It’s your safe house. And you’re the only one that knows its location. Or, you used to be the only one to know that. 

“How the fuck did you-”

“I have my ways. And like I said, I have thought of everything,” he cuts you off, smiling devilishly at you as he pulls up to the front of the house. “I thought, ‘Where can I disappear with you where no one will find us?’ and a few places came to mind but then I thought about this,” he says, gesturing out to the cabin-like house in front of you two. “No one will think that this is where we’ve come because, well, it’s a safe house.” 

He laughs at the irony as he unbuckles his seat belt. 

“How did you find it?” you ask, your throat going tight, and you feel like you could throw up. 

The Winter Soldier looks over at you as he turns in his seat. “Do you think all your secrets are really secret? Everything your Bucky knows, I know.” He reaches out to stroke the side of your face but you pull away from his hand, glaring strongly at him. “Don’t be a bitch and try to run. If you do, I can’t promise that you’ll come out of the chase unharmed.”

“иди на хуй,” you curse to him in Russian, knowing fully well that he’ll understand you telling him to go fuck himself. 

His metal hand shoots out to grab your throat, causing you to gasp as he pulls you towards him. “You better get rid of the attitude now, sweetheart. It’ll make things easier. For you,” he replies back in Russian, squeezing the sides of your throat harder, constricting any air from flowing in and out of your lungs.  

He lets go of your throat, making you gasp for air as he gets out of the car to walk around to your side. As you watch him, you know that the best thing you can do is comply and do what he wants. But a part of you hates the thought of giving up. Maybe it’s the part of you that the team saw that they wanted in the team, the part that got you so far as a spy and assassin, the part that Natasha made grow and become stronger so that you could officially be part of the team and not be looked after on missions. That part wants to fight back and not give in. 

It’s dangerous and you know that. But if you fight back, maybe you can give the team some time to find you before the Winter Soldier does something to you. 

Though, if you piss him off, you don’t know that he won’t kill you. Bucky wouldn’t. But this isn’t Bucky.

When he opens the door, he steps aside as if waiting for you to step out. But you don’t move. All you do is glare up at him, your jaw tight, and your hands gripping each other. He sighs, knowing exactly what you’re doing, and reaches in to grab your arm roughly and pull you out. “So that’s how it’s gonna be?” he asks, slamming the car door shut as his grip around your arm tightens. 

You fight against him, trying to pull your arm out of his grip as you try to step away from him. “What did you expect? That I’d act like you didn’t fucking kidnap me, drag me out to the middle of nowhere and play whatever sick fantasy you’ve got in mind?” you shout at him. You know exactly what he wants to do with you, you just don’t know what he’s waiting for. “Why don’t you fuck me already and be done with it instead of playing this sick fucking game?”

Your question spurs him to push you against the side of the car, his body caging you in with his arms either side of your head, and his stare keeping you in place by daring you to move. “Oh, I’ve thought of it so many times on the drive here,” he says, his flesh hand coming to stroke your cheek with his knuckles. “I must have wanted to pull over a hundred times so I could fuck that pussy.”

As his hand travels down your face, your neck and chest, you feel tears growing in your eyes. You have no control over them as they run down your cheeks. “I could take you now if I wanted. I am stronger than you and you know that. No matter how hard you fight, your hits would be like kitten scratches to me,” he whispers, his mouth coming to the side of your ear as his hand slips into your pants. He presses his body against yours, preventing you from trying to move away, and you can hear the fingers of his metallic hand dent the roof of the car as they dig into it. “I could fuck you now and no one would hear your cries and moans.” 

A breath hitches in your throat when his fingers push your panties aside to find your clit. You drop your head as your body jumps when he touches your clit, your hands coming to his chest to try and push him away, but your attempt makes him laugh as he presses the side of his face against yours, his lips still close to your ear.

“But I won’t fuck you. Not yet anyway,” he whispers, his fingers sinking down to find the entrance of your vagina. It’s as if he’s mapping you out so he knows exactly where everything is when he eventually does fuck you. “Not until I break you. Not until I know you’ll be begging me to not stop instead of begging me to stop. Not until you comply to every order I give you, Дорогая.”

You flinch at the nickname, sneering at him as you look back into his eyes. 

He smirks, his hand drawing away from inside your pants and he takes a step back as he grabs your arm again. “And I won’t fuck you until I have you moan at that name instead of hating it,” he says as he pulls you towards what used to be your safe house.

Now, it seems like a prison to you.

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★ Panenka (Little Doll) x reader     - In which Bucky helps you deal with a traumatic experience.

★  Of Jewels and Gems x reader     - In which you’re a princess and you meet a charming unfamous thief.

★ Of Thieves and Queens of Hearts x reader     - Sequel to ‘Of Jewels and Gems’, in which you cross paths with Winter again.

★  Ever So Softly x reader     - In which you and Bucky get lost in your own mind sometimes, but you lead each other back.

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Idea - Drabble

BUCKY BARNES X READER

Prompt (Request): “This is a terrible idea.”

A/N: Requests are open.

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“This is a terrible idea,” Bucky stated.

You cocked an eyebrow at him. “Are you saying you don’t want to do it?”

To which he quickly responded, “I didn’t say that,” he lifted a finger to make his point. “I’m simply saying this is probably a bad idea.”

“So there’s a chance it’ll work, right?” you smirked, strutting in front of him to seat on the pilot’s seat of the quinjet.

Bucky soon followed you, a smirk on his own lips. “That’s right, doll.”

“So we’re taking off and leaving the team at the beach with no ride home?”

“We are.”

“It was your idea.”

“It was a conjoined thought.”

“I’m still blaming you.”

“You’re the one piloting.”

“I am, but prove that to them.”

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Feel Something - Chapter 4

Bucky x Reader

Angst, fluff

Chapter synopsis: New developments come forward when it comes to defeating one of your biggest threats. Meanwhile, your relationship, and feelings toward Bucky grow stronger after the events of the previous night. 

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“So you’re meaning to tell me that she’s operating in a hidden base here in New York?” “Something like that,” Steve replied. “We tried to get a hold of you last night but you wouldn’t answer.” With everything in your power, you tried not to blush. Neither you nor Bucky were checking your phones until morning spending the entire night enjoying each other’s company, which only resulted in about 3 hours of sleep. When you had woken up, both of you realized that you had missed multiple calls. “I was spending time away from my phone,” you stated. It technically wasn’t a lie. Bucky who was on the other side of the workstation softly, but awkwardly cleared his throat. And now you were both trying not to laugh. Natasha narrowed her eyes, and you tried to imagine a world where she didn’t just figure out what was going on and imagined not having a conversation about it.  

Steve shrugged and continued. “By what we were able to dig up, she and her team have been operating on a base somewhere in South America. We also found records of her and associates trying to negotiate for weapons.” “Weapons?” you echoed as your breath hitched. “A lot of them,” Natasha added. “But…Nobody was willing to supply her demands.” Not even realizing that you had been holding your breath, you let out a silent but long exhale. “That’s good news,” you said, staring at the screen that had a multitude of files on her open. “So why don’t we just go get her? Do you know where her hideout is?” By the serious expression that remained on everyone’s faces, you knew that that was just the tip of the iceberg. “We’re pretty sure that she’s planning on breaking into one of the armories upstate. Specifically this one.” Natasha waved her hand around in front of the holographic screen to pull up the location and blew up the image for emphasis. Within an instant, you felt your hands go cold, and your face go white. Bucky, who was now in the background leaning backward against a began moving forward to get a better look. “That’s not—" “Yeah,” Natasha interrupted. “It is.” What they were pointing to was an old underground warehouse that held a huge collection of discontinued Stark weaponry. The weapons in that facility were much bigger than fancy rifles, and grenades. They were serious weapons of mass destruction that could wipe a whole city out in seconds. When Stark announced that he would no longer be mass producing warfare equipment, they had built that place just to store all of the things completed, but never to be sold. Tony was the only one that had the authority to disarm them and refused the request to do so. From what Natasha had disclosed with you, it seemed as though keeping them still viable to use was a little bit of a threat. Kind of like his way of saying, “I still have these, so don’t fuck with me.” Everyone in the room knew that he’d never use them, but anyone who would dare threaten him didn’t. “She has a team of underground experts that are master experts in heists like these. Some of the largest losses in stolen weapons in history was all them. There’s a chance that they could figure out a way to succeed.” “Do you really think that could happen?” “No,” Natasha snorted. “There’s more safety measures than humanly imaginable in there. They might get in, but nothing is coming out with them.” You started to feel a little bit relieved.   “So,” Steve continued. “Since we know where they’re going to try to be, we can catch them from the inside when they least expect it.” You turned to Bucky who was already matching your stare. You were ready. … You had been hiding in the facility for 5 days waiting for their estimated break-in. When formulating the plans you realized that you could not risk them catching you getting into the facility while they tried to break in at the same time. They needed eyes on the inside. And much to everyone’s surprise, you were the first to volunteer. The thing about the break-in was that Stark had to make it easier to break in than it would have actually been. With Starks’ full security measures, it would have been nearly impossible for them to get in at all. But, they couldn’t make it too easy so that they wouldn’t get suspicious and run off. The plan depended on them getting into the facility so that at least the biggest targets couldn’t run off into the woods as soon as your team showed up to arrest them. The building was basically a mousetrap. Soon they would break in while you hid in the ceiling until the rest of your team entered in tow. Soon, Sin would be locked behind bars, and out of your life forever. You knew that while scouting for Sin’s team, Bucky was always nearby hiding behind or even up in the tree branches of the woods that surrounded the isolated building. During that time, he constantly checked on you through your coms. But you knew that he just enjoyed keeping conversation with you for hours on end. It definitely helped with the occasional bouts of loneliness that hit you. You couldn’t wait to at the very least just be near him once this whole thing was over. “Y/N…Y/N?” he said in the middle of day 5. “Hm?” you answered groggily waking up from a midday slumber. You had to admit, you had been working so much and so hard for the past few months that you appreciated the extra time you had to nap. “There’s a whole team out there analyzing the area. They seem to have pretty high-tech gear. They may get in within the hour. I notified everyone else. They’ll be here in less than 20.” You took a nervous deep breath and got up to get all of your gear ready. You had your guns, taser, and an assortment of knives all hidden in different pockets. Now all there was left to do was wait for them to break in. … Bucky was right. It did take about an hour and a half for them to get in. They had found a way to get the steel entrance door unlocked and disable the already modified security alarm. As you hid above the ceiling, you observed some of the guys trickling in still unsuspecting of the upcoming ambush. You were hidden looking through a vent that looked so opaque that there was no way that they could spot you. The room that you were in was the way into a corridor to the other side of the armory. So, it gave you good leverage to see who was where. Natasha was now talking to you through your earpiece sending play by play updates so that you knew when it was safe to come out and join them. You watched down below through the vents men coming and going through the room that you had spent most of your time inside and leaving when they realized that there was nothing useful there.   “Okay, I think you’re safe to come out,” Natasha finally whispered. You let out a sigh of relief, and after double-checking your weapon filled pockets, you began to climb down to join everyone. But suddenly, as soon as your feet touched the ground you realized by the sound of footsteps that you weren’t entirely safe anymore.   You recognized those footsteps from anywhere. The smooth, cocky, footsteps of none other than Sin. “Well, well, well,” she snickered at the sight of you in. She was seemingly amused by this new predicament of hers. “If it isn’t little miss Y/N.” “Cynthia,” you chimed mockingly. Her snide smile dropped in an instant at the sound of her real name. It felt good to know that you could still get under her skin. “South American tan does you well. You ever thought of staying there, I don’t know…Forever?” She scoffed. “And here I was thinking that this would be a happy little family reunion.” You rolled your eyes. “You do realize that you’re not getting out of here a free woman, right?” you stated. She narrowed her eyes, intensifying her naturally cold stare. “Awww,” she coed.   “I was really hoping to take that offer.” You shrugged. “Not if I have anything to do with it. Sorry.” She accompanied the cold stare with a bone-chilling smirk. “Is our little overachieving boss’s pet going to get the job done again?” “At least I could get my jobs done.” “Until I put you out of commission for almost 3 months,” she pointed out, making you remember the scar on your torso that you showed Bucky not even a week ago. You mentally recounted the time you two spent yelling at each other about who had messed up during a mission that you both were on. After a not so pleasant comment on your part, Sin, whose face was inches away from yours stabbed you in a sudden burst of anger. Before she got sent away to another unit across the world while you were in the hospital, she had sneakily left a note that you had later found on your bed that said nothing else but, “Well, how else was I going to calm down?” “I bet I could put you out of commission for much longer,” she sneered. Within half a second after that statement, you both simultaneously pulled your guns out and pointed them at each other. “Y/N? we have almost everyone except Sin. Do you have eyes on her?” asked Natasha through your earpiece.   Sin noticed your momentary change of expression at the sound of Nat’s voice as she took in the sight of your earpiece. “Don’t you dare answer that,” she ordered. “Throw it across the room, and I might let you live.” Bucky’s voice followed Natasha’s question. “Y/N? Are you there?” But you couldn’t answer. You did what she said, and threw it across the room. “Good girl.” “Now what to do? What to do?” Sin huffed tapping her thumb against the safety trigger of her gun matching your stance. Just as you were, she scanning you trying to figure out where, when, how, or even if she’d shoot you. She knew that if she did, there was a chance that your reflexes were just as fast as hers. And you knew that that little possibility scared her. In that very situation, she probably didn’t even care that her plans were obliterated. She probably didn’t even if her crew would go to prison, or even get killed. The only thing that Sin cared about was Sin. As long as her skin was saved and she got out of there, she’d be fine.   “They’re going to find me soon, you know,” you said calmly trying to reason with her. “Listen, you put the gun down and I’ll let you go. Give you a head start at least.” “Fat chance, Y/L/N. We both know how that would go,” she snorted.

You raised an eyebrow playing dumb. “How?” “Like this,” she said using that split second where your guard was down to shoot at you 3 times. When she did, you fired two shots at her. At first, it seemed as though you had both missed your shots at each other. But it made you wonder why it was that you had taken such terrible aim. At least…that was what you were thinking before you looked down in shock; unable to do anything but look at the holes in your shirt begin to spill blood. In that moment of shock, your limbs failed you, and your body crashed against the cold, hard concrete floor. “It was nice seeing you again!” Sin exclaimed as her footsteps began to fade into oblivion. After she was presumably long gone, you turned in the direction of your earpiece and attempted to crawl towards it to call for help. But it was seemingly too late. You were getting weaker by the second. You looked down, and more blood pulsed out of you than you had ever seen in your life. With presumably one functioning lung, your body wasn’t strong enough to let you push yourself forward. “Help,” you croaked barely making a sound. You attempted to call again even louder, but you failed letting out nothing but a pathetic whimper using the last ounce of strength you had left in your body. The last bit of sensation you had in your limbs seemed to drift away, and your vision began to blur. In fact, you began to feel as though you were fading into oblivion. Except, you didn’t feel dread anymore. You felt blurry. Maybe even peaceful as though you were fading into a beautiful, and peaceful dream. Before you let it take over you, the last thing you thought about was Bucky. “I’m sorry,” was your last thought before you drifted away.

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Дорогая II (The Winter Soldier x Reader)

Summary: The Winter Soldier has thought of everything...

Warnings: +18 content, strong language, less smut than previously planned/anticipated, mentions of kidnapping, dub-con, dark content, will most likely do another part if this gets a good response

Word Count: +1.6k

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The low rumbling of a gravel road against tires wakes you, your eyes opening but your body not moving because you remember exactly what happened the moment you came to. You’re very aware of the man sitting in the driver’s seat next to you and you try to stay as still as possible as to not alert him that you’re awake because you have no idea why Bucky’s doing this to you. 

No. You have to remind yourself that this is not Bucky. This is the Winter Soldier. Bucky would never do this to you. 

Looking down at your hands, you see that they’re handcuffed together, probably as a way to prevent you from trying to escape if you wake up in the car. Well, you’re going to let it stop you. Natasha has taught you how to get out of any situation and you hate to think what the Winter Soldier has in mind for you. You’ve heard stories of what he’s done, but when you remember the look in his eyes when he caught you in your bedroom in the compound, you have a feeling that nothing he has in mind for you compares to those stories. 

Lifting your eyes out the window, you see that you’re nowhere near a city. There are no lights outside except that of the full moon. There are trees outside and you have no idea where you are. But you know that if you get out of this car, however fast it’s going, you know that you’re just going to run and figure out where you are later. 

Slowly, your fingers reach for the door handle, trying to not pull any attention towards yourself while the Soldier has his attention on the road. You prepare yourself to throw yourself out the moment the door opens and to be hurt from falling on the hard gravel road. 

But when you pull on the handle, the door doesn’t open. It’s locked. 

“Nice try, Дорогая,” he chuckles, turning his head to you as you let go of the handle, sneering at the nickname once again. “But I know better than to leave the door unlocked no matter how passed out you seem to be.”

You breathe out a huff but refuse to look at him. “And you honestly think that Tony won’t find out where we are?” you ask back, recognizing the interior of the car as one of Tony’s cars. 

He laughs again, his grip moving on the steering wheel as he shifts in his seat. “You mean the tracking device that narcissist has in everything?” he asks, making your heart drop and your head turns towards him in shock. “Trust me, I have thought of everything.”

The way he says that makes your blood run cold. You swallow the lump growing in your throat back and look away from him. As a way to comfort yourself, you try to come up with ways you can get away from him, ways that you’re sure that he hasn’t thought about. Surely he couldn’t have thought of everything. 

Then he turns onto a plot and crosses a bridge that’s familiar to you. Too familiar to you that it’s as if your heart has stopped beating. You think it’s just a coincidence, but when you see the red posts on the end of the bridge, you know it’s not a coincidence. You sit up straight in your seat, stiff and scared when the house comes into view. 

It’s your safe house. And you’re the only one that knows its location. Or, you used to be the only one to know that. 

“How the fuck did you-”

“I have my ways. And like I said, I have thought of everything,” he cuts you off, smiling devilishly at you as he pulls up to the front of the house. “I thought, ‘Where can I disappear with you where no one will find us?’ and a few places came to mind but then I thought about this,” he says, gesturing out to the cabin-like house in front of you two. “No one will think that this is where we’ve come because, well, it’s a safe house.” 

He laughs at the irony as he unbuckles his seat belt. 

“How did you find it?” you ask, your throat going tight, and you feel like you could throw up. 

The Winter Soldier looks over at you as he turns in his seat. “Do you think all your secrets are really secret? Everything your Bucky knows, I know.” He reaches out to stroke the side of your face but you pull away from his hand, glaring strongly at him. “Don’t be a bitch and try to run. If you do, I can’t promise that you’ll come out of the chase unharmed.”

“иди на хуй,” you curse to him in Russian, knowing fully well that he’ll understand you telling him to go fuck himself. 

His metal hand shoots out to grab your throat, causing you to gasp as he pulls you towards him. “You better get rid of the attitude now, sweetheart. It’ll make things easier. For you,” he replies back in Russian, squeezing the sides of your throat harder, constricting any air from flowing in and out of your lungs.  

He lets go of your throat, making you gasp for air as he gets out of the car to walk around to your side. As you watch him, you know that the best thing you can do is comply and do what he wants. But a part of you hates the thought of giving up. Maybe it’s the part of you that the team saw that they wanted in the team, the part that got you so far as a spy and assassin, the part that Natasha made grow and become stronger so that you could officially be part of the team and not be looked after on missions. That part wants to fight back and not give in. 

It’s dangerous and you know that. But if you fight back, maybe you can give the team some time to find you before the Winter Soldier does something to you. 

Though, if you piss him off, you don’t know that he won’t kill you. Bucky wouldn’t. But this isn’t Bucky.

When he opens the door, he steps aside as if waiting for you to step out. But you don’t move. All you do is glare up at him, your jaw tight, and your hands gripping each other. He sighs, knowing exactly what you’re doing, and reaches in to grab your arm roughly and pull you out. “So that’s how it’s gonna be?” he asks, slamming the car door shut as his grip around your arm tightens. 

You fight against him, trying to pull your arm out of his grip as you try to step away from him. “What did you expect? That I’d act like you didn’t fucking kidnap me, drag me out to the middle of nowhere and play whatever sick fantasy you’ve got in mind?” you shout at him. You know exactly what he wants to do with you, you just don’t know what he’s waiting for. “Why don’t you fuck me already and be done with it instead of playing this sick fucking game?”

Your question spurs him to push you against the side of the car, his body caging you in with his arms either side of your head, and his stare keeping you in place by daring you to move. “Oh, I’ve thought of it so many times on the drive here,” he says, his flesh hand coming to stroke your cheek with his knuckles. “I must have wanted to pull over a hundred times so I could fuck that pussy.”

As his hand travels down your face, your neck and chest, you feel tears growing in your eyes. You have no control over them as they run down your cheeks. “I could take you now if I wanted. I am stronger than you and you know that. No matter how hard you fight, your hits would be like kitten scratches to me,” he whispers, his mouth coming to the side of your ear as his hand slips into your pants. He presses his body against yours, preventing you from trying to move away, and you can hear the fingers of his metallic hand dent the roof of the car as they dig into it. “I could fuck you now and no one would hear your cries and moans.” 

A breath hitches in your throat when his fingers push your panties aside to find your clit. You drop your head as your body jumps when he touches your clit, your hands coming to his chest to try and push him away, but your attempt makes him laugh as he presses the side of his face against yours, his lips still close to your ear.

“But I won’t fuck you. Not yet anyway,” he whispers, his fingers sinking down to find the entrance of your vagina. It’s as if he’s mapping you out so he knows exactly where everything is when he eventually does fuck you. “Not until I break you. Not until I know you’ll be begging me to not stop instead of begging me to stop. Not until you comply to every order I give you, Дорогая.”

You flinch at the nickname, sneering at him as you look back into his eyes. 

He smirks, his hand drawing away from inside your pants and he takes a step back as he grabs your arm again. “And I won’t fuck you until I have you moan at that name instead of hating it,” he says as he pulls you towards what used to be your safe house.

Now, it seems like a prison to you.

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