A Murder, Inc.

15: Seduction

Chapter 15

Seduction

07:02 am

Severn Residence

The next morning, Vira wakes up to find him kneading one of her breasts. She backs away instinctively, and he lets her. Her skirt must have been exposed while she was asleep, because she discovers that the buttons are already halfway undone. That, or he undone them without her consent.

Grinning in satisfaction, Xenos jumps off the bed. He picks up a few clothes from his closet and tells her to get ready. This time, he ties her wrists on the back.

Like it will make a difference, Vira bites the lips from throwing that comment.

Once dressed, though still feels uncomfortable without her bra or underwear, he leads her towards the lower side of the building. Entering what seems to be the underground section, she discovers rows of empty holding cells.

They stop when they get to the end of the hallway. Vira sees a heavy metal door. Using a keycard, Xenos unlocks the door. He pushes it open, causing her to gasp when he sees the sight inside.

Tied to a chair, blood and sweat seems to soak through the ropes that bound him in place. Sagged against the back of the chair, it appears that Aramis is either sleeping or….

Sprinting to his side, she places her lips against his neck, checking for pulse. She can feel that familiar beat, but her shoulders remain tense. She wishes she can do more at this moment, but her hands are tied. They have to remain that way until she can secure an exit for the two of them.

She can feel hands on her sides, tracing and squeezing. Vira does not need to turn her head to know who is in heat.

“I thought you changed your mind,” is her comment.

“I changed it again,” his voice comes huskily as he plants light kisses all over the back of her neck. He only pauses on inhale her scent, something which she finds he often like to do lately.

Well, keep changing it. Because I don’t like this one, she wants to convey, though knows better.

Xenos keeps tracing his hands. One is cupping the weight of her breast, while the other is holding her butt. Then the hand on her beast traces lower until it finds her mount, while the other massages her neck.

These ministrations…. If Aramis is not rendered unconscious and the one touching her is not Xenos, she would probably be tempted in getting rid of her virginity. Too bad she is still a girl in a mission.

Turning around slowing, Vira manages to look at him in the eyes. He likes her eyes, she eventually picks up. Thus, she will make them her greatest weapon of distraction. Closing the distance between them, she kisses him on the lips, all the while making sure that they keep his eyes locked in hers.

Xenos freezes in surprise, yet she keeps giving him more kisses. One, two, five. Then she moves around his jaws, his cheeks, lower to his throat. Finally convinced that this is really happening, he moves his head to the side, giving her better access. He lets out a moan when she nips at his neck.

Chest to chest, the only things that are separating them is their shirts. He can feel her round breasts pressing against his chest, her n*****s poking him. Arousal hits him and he groans.

If he thinks that it is hot enough, he is wrong. Vira moves herself up and down against his body, causing her s*x to brush against his hard on. He moans louder, and she moves up to capture him by the lips.

The girl continues with the friction. She keeps moving from his lips to his neck, all the while making sure that he can constantly feel the curves of her lower lips.

Untangling the tie wrapped around her wrists, Vira’s next challenge is to untie herself, while still keeping Xenos preoccupied enough not to notice what she is actually doing. Kissing one side of his neck, she straightens her body. This notion provides a gap around the binds, wide enough for her to slip one hand out. Moving to his mouth, she blocks his view from where her hand begin to move for his keycard.

Slipping a hand inside his pocket is easy enough. But to slip out? She needs to create a moment distracting enough to make him forgets. And what better way to do that than to….

She suddenly throws herself at him, catching him by surprise. This is still not enough, though. Carefully, bending both hands behind her back to make it less conspicuous, Vira sits on top of him. Then she begins to move her hips, and he yields a series of groaning.

In two seconds, she grabs the keycard and slips it inside her—his—pants pocket. Once she has everything she needs, she loosens her arms. He finally realizes that she is no longer bound. Xenos moves to stop her, but it is too late.

Vira aims for the side of his stomach, where he was injured, and throws a punch. His scream echoes through the room.

In lightning speed, she opens her mouth and removes the razor blade that she has kept upon arrival to Seattle. With one swift move, she cuts loose the ropes that bind Aramis. Before she can pick him up, though, she sees Xenos getting up from the corner of her eyes.

Spinning in the air, she makes sure to make contact his with family jewel. The man drops on the floor like a shag of potato, pain too imaginable to make a sound.

Bad move. “You should have stayed down,” she advises him deliberately as she moves to pick Aramis up.

Stunting one arm around her shoulder, she drags him out of the room. Sliding the keycard, she makes sure that the door is closed before Xenos can catch up. That is, if he still can make himself stand at the moment.

Relying basely on her one-time experience coming into this residence for a party three years ago, Vira half-carries the unconscious Aramis out from the building. After a few wrong turns and dead ends, the hallway eventually starts looking rather familiar to her. Make a right, left, pass the frames and she finds the front door. Jackpot!

Opening the door, she finds Ileong already waiting outside at the driver’s seat.

“Took your time, Grandma,” he teases, smiling from ear to ear.

As calm as collected as one can after she has obtained her cousin back, Vira opens the backseat door and places him as quickly and carefully as she can. Ileong exits the car and moves to the backseat as well, knowing that they will need someone to tent to Aramis’ wounds.

“Could have lend a hand there,” she comments when she gets to the driver’s seat.

Taking a first-aid kit from the center dashboard, he delivers back, “What do you think I’m doing?”

Vira steps on the gas, driving out of the resident like an episode of Drive Angry. Ileong barely catches Aramis in time when the car suddenly jerks forward. He positions her cousin back on the seat when he hears her says, “I mean with Xenos.”

“It seems that you handled him just fine.” He opens the kit and damps a piece of cloth with water, before wiping blood off Aramis. “Besides, the man has been having his eyes on you since the last time you stepped in high school. I bet there was a lot of impingement to do.”

The road ahead is rather narrow, but she manages to maneuver a turn as smooth as the car can glide. “I think he has a bigger concern regarding the massive finale I made, rather than indulging a high school crush.” Thought she cannot say that he has not taken the advantage.

“I don’t know about that, Vira. Do you kiss and tell?” his tone is teasing even when he is busy applying antiseptics to Aramis’ wounds, a cotton ball at one hand and a bottle with the other.

“Speaking about kiss and tell, how did you end up here, anyway?”

“Uh-um. Now that will be, as you Americans say, spilling the beans.”

“Who says I’m one? Besides, this is not a request. I’m merely collecting information for corporation purpose.”

Sighing, Ileong finally shares his side of story. Though not without his own conditions. “Alright, but I’ll want to know how far he’s gone. And if he’s popped your cherry yet.”

What’s with everyone and her cherry? Vira grinds her teeth by the thought.