THE AURA KING

SWEET BUT A PSYCHO (2)

Ryan's POV

Sarah poured the last of the wine into my glass. We had been talking for hours, and I was starting to feel lighter than I had in weeks. She leaned back in her chair, studying me for a moment.

“You know,” she said, “you never told me where you’re staying.”

I shrugged. “Nowhere specific. I’ve been crashing at a hotel. Haven’t really decided where I’ll settle yet.”

Her eyebrows rose. “You’re divorced, right?”

“Yeah,” I said, leaning back. “Why?”

She smirked. “Then you don’t have a reason to be alone in some hotel. Why don’t you come see my place? It’s not far.”

I hesitated. “You sure?”

“Of course,” she said. “Unless you’re scared of me.”

I shook my head. “No. Let’s go.”

We got into her car. A black SUV with tinted windows. Two of her men were in the front seats. I sat in the back, next to her.

We were halfway there when it happened.

Out of nowhere, two bikes came up fast on our right. Before I could even process it, one of the riders pulled a gun and started firing.

“Get down!” I shouted, grabbing Sarah’s arm and pulling her down.

Bullets hit the side of the car with sharp cracks. Her driver swerved and sped up, but the bikers stayed close, still shooting.

“Who the hell are they?” I yelled.

Sarah’s eyes didn't look fazed. It seemed she had experienced this a thousand and one times. “Doesn’t matter. We’ll take care of it.” she said.

One of the guards pulled out a handgun and fired back through the open window. The driver swerved sharply, almost throwing me into the door.

“Watch it!” I barked.

“Hold on!” the driver shouted.

The bikes weaved around us. Another burst of gunfire shattered the side mirror. I ducked again with my heart pounding.

“Are you hit?” Sarah asked.

“No. You?”

“I’m fine,” she said, though she didn’t look rattled at all.

The driver made a sudden sharp turn into an alley, forcing the bikes to follow. The guard in the passenger seat leaned halfway out and fired again. This time, one of the bikers lost control and crashed into a dumpster. The other tried to speed off but was boxed in when a second SUV swayed through.

I assume it was Sarah’s backup. It appeared out of nowhere.

They dragged both men off their bikes, guns still trained on them. One was groaning, clutching his leg. The other just glared.

Sarah stepped out of the car and I followed.

“Bring them here,” she ordered.

The guards shoved the men toward us. “Who sent you?” Sarah asked coldly.

Neither answered and one of them spat on the ground.

Sarah looked at her guard and scoffed. “Kill them.”

“What? No,” I said sharply.

She glanced at me. “Ryan, they just tried to kill us.”

“And you caught them. Let the police handle it.”

She shook her head. “The police won’t do anything. People like this will just come back.”

“That’s not your call to make,” I said. “Killing them doesn’t solve anything. It’s just wrong.”

I watched as she tightened her jaw. “You think they deserve mercy?”

“I think taking someone’s life should never be your first option.”

She looked at me for a long moment, then signaled her guards to let the men go. They got back on their bikes and sped away, disappearing into the night.

We got back in the car. She didn’t speak, and neither did I.

When we got to her place. It was as expected. A beautiful modern two storey building. We entered and she turned on the TV.

She went inside and came out with a pair of pyjamas. “Wear this, it is washed and they are for my dad. So, don't think otherwise.”

I smiled as I watched her leave for her room until she turned around. “There is a room around the corner, you can dress up there.” She said and left.

I entered the bathroom, showered, and stepped out wearing pajamas. To my surprise, it fits.

I walked out and sat down in the living room, watching the news. Then shortly, there was breaking news.

Two men had been found shot dead in an abandoned warehouse outside the city. The photos were grainy, but I recognized them instantly. They were the same bikers.

I turned off the TV and waited for her to come along.

“What shall we eat? Anything light?” She asked and I ignored her.

“You said you let them go.” I said.

“What are you talking about?” She asked.

“The men that attacked us.” I responded.

She didn’t look surprised. “I did as you asked,”

I stood. “Don’t lie to me, Sarah. You had your guards follow them.”

She met my eyes and in what looked like forever, she replied. “I couldn’t risk them coming after us again.”

“So you killed them?”

“I made sure they wouldn’t hurt anyone else,” she said flatly.

“You ordered it,” I said.

She didn’t flinch. “Yes.”

I shook my head and walked up to her. “You had a choice. I told you not to.” I yelled under my breath.

“And I told you I don’t leave loose ends,” she shot back.

We were standing close now, arguing in low voices, both stubborn, neither willing to back down.

“You can’t just decide who lives and dies,” I said.

“And you can’t live in this world pretending everyone plays by your rules,” she replied.

Our faces were inches apart. I breathed heavily and my pulse raced fast. She was breathing just as hard as I was and our eyes locked on each other.

For a moment, neither of us said anything.

Then it happened.

I don’t know who moved first, but suddenly her mouth was on mine. The kiss was hard and felt desperate but I didn't care.

My hands went to her waist. She pulled me closer as her fingers dug into my shirt.

We didn’t stop until we were both out of breath. When we pulled back, we just looked at each other, silent.

Then again, we pulled ourselves back into each other's arms.

I grabbed her waist and pulled her close against me. Her robe hung loosely on her body, barely covering her skin. Our lips crashed together, and her kiss was intense, full of desperate need.

I let out a groan as my hands slid down to grip her bare hips under the robe. She moaned softly, and her fingers tugged at my shirt with urgency. I broke the kiss for a moment, pulled my shirt off, and tossed it aside.

“Ryan, come on.” Her voice was shaky with desire, and her eyes locked onto mine as she opened her robe to reveal her naked body. Her breasts were full, and her skin flushed with arousal. My body tensed, and I felt a strong urge to be closer to her.

“Get on the table.”

She gave a sly smile, let the robe fall to the ground, and climbed onto the nearby table. She spread her legs slightly and looked at me. “You just gonna stand there?” Her teasing tone challenged me to move.

I stepped closer and placed my hands on her thighs, parting them gently. Her skin was warm, and she was clearly ready for me. “Don't drive me crazy.” My voice was rough as my hands explored her.

“Then do something about it before I do.” She tilted her hips toward me.

I slid my hand along her thigh, teasing her slowly. She gasped, and her head tilted back as she responded to my touch. Her breathing grew heavier, and she gripped my arms tightly. “Faster, Ryan.” Her voice was urgent, almost a command.

I moved my hand quicker, and her body arched with pleasure. Her reactions fueled my own desire, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. I stepped back, unbuttoned my pants, and pushed them down. My body was ready, and I wanted her now.

She looked at me, her eyes hungry. “Come on. Now.”

I grabbed her hips, pulled her closer, and pressed myself against her. She let out a sharp moan as our bodies connected, and I moved with her, the table creaking under us. Her hands gripped my shoulders, and her moans grew louder.

“You feel so good.” I managed to say, my voice strained as I moved faster.

“Keep going!” She urged, wrapping her legs around me to pull me closer.

I moved harder, and her body responded eagerly, her breaths coming in short gasps. She cried out my name, “Ryan!” as her body trembled beneath me, overwhelmed with pleasure.

I felt the tension building inside me, “I’m close.”

“Do it.” Her eyes met mine.

I let out a groan, pushed into her one last time, and felt the release hit me hard. We stayed there, breathing heavily, her legs still around me as we caught our breath.

“Wow.” She whispered with a small grin.

“Yeah.” I replied, still breathless. “Wow.”

She cuddled up to me, tracing her fingers on my chest. “Do you know, Ryan?”

“What?” I asked, looking at her.

“It’s either you kill or you get killed. If you miss your chance, you’re done.” Her voice was calm but serious.

I didn’t know how to respond. I just stared at her, silent.

Sarah was sweet, but I didn't know she had a dangerous side that scared me.