Lethal Seduction

Mia’s

Growing up, Mom always bought dresses, Barbie dolls, and playhouses for Alex and me, but I wasn’t really intrigued or amused by them. Instead, I would give mine to Alex and take my cousin’s toys and clothes because he was a boy.

As a child, I was fascinated by guns, cars, and robots. I thought it was just a phase of my childhood. I was wrong because when I reached high school, I got hooked on video games and action movies.

I liked shootouts, and I liked guns. When I became a teenager, most girls had Backstreet Boys and NSYNC posters on their walls, but I had gun posters plastered on every wall of my room. While Alex was competing in beauty pageants, I was with Dad at the firing range.

"Putangina, faster!”

I pulled the trigger of the gun repeatedly. The harsh wind blew against my face as we chased our suspects. Half of my body was hanging out of the car window. I reloaded my AK-47.

“You sound really hot cursing in your mother tongue, N-09,” A-13 flirted, as if we weren’t chasing two goddamn psychopaths who planted a bomb in a park. Now we were chasing them so our team could defuse it and prevent killing millions of innocent citizens of Russia.

Ah, a typical fucking Tuesday for me.

“No shit, A-13. Drive faster; the motherfuckers are getting away!” I shouted back.

He laughed loudly and drove faster. The people we were chasing were good drivers. There was only one way to end this. We were running out of time. I aimed for their rear wheels and shot until they skidded on the road.

Their car was swerving. They were losing control. I shot again and shattered the rear window of the car. I pulled a tear gas canister from my belt. I launched it and threw it inside the car through the broken rear glass.

Panting, I sat back in the shotgun seat as I watched the assholes’ car crash on the side of the road.

“Whoa, not bad. Five minutes? Wow, a new record?” A-13 teased us as we stopped behind the suspects’ smoke-filled car. They scrambled out of the vehicle. They ran.

I put down the AK-47 and got out of the car.

Shaking my head, I pulled my Glock 19 from my holster. A-13 stood beside me and cocked his gun. The two idiots hadn’t gotten far.

“Tsk, tsk... poor motherfuckers.”

I chuckled.

“The one on the left is mine.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

We aimed and—

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

They both collapsed simultaneously. We blew out their kneecaps from three hundred feet away. We ran to them; they were both crying in pain. Blood was gushing from their knees. I returned the gun to my holster. I squatted so I could see his face clearly.

I activated the radio attached to my vest.

“F-05, can you hear me?”

"Sì, we only have seven minutes to defuse the bomb... we need the code ASAP."

Hellios scoffed. His face was full of cuts. I wrapped my hand around his long, damp, and stinky hair and raised his head a little bit. He grunted.

“You hear that, mate?”

This fucker right here is Hellios Konstantin Heisburg. A high-profile British terrorist/professional bomb maker. We received notification of his presence in Russia two months ago. Now, a couple of months later, he planted a bomb.

“I did, bitch, and you won’t get shit.” His accent was very thick. He laughed. “Those people are going to die.”

My stomach turned. He is beyond sick.

“Hmm... I always get what I need... one way or another.” I slammed his head down violently and pulled out my Glock. I cocked it. He took a sharp breath when I pointed it at his temple. “I’m so tempted to shoot you in the head, but that would be too easy...”

I lowered the gun to his shattered knee that was oozing blood. I pulled his hair and looked him in the eye. He was panting.

I pressed the muzzle of the gun into the bullet hole in his knee. The sound of his flesh and blood crunching against the gun was a fucking delight, knowing that he had killed hundreds of innocent people in the past and was about to do it again if we didn’t get the code.

He screamed in pain.

I gritted my teeth and pressed harder until the gun dug into the wound. I did not pity this murderer. Tears started to roll down his cheeks.

“Please, stop! Have mercy!!” Pain was visible on his face.

“The code, and I will stop.”

He spat.

“Fuck you.”

I laughed. He screamed again when I pulled the gun out of his shattered and bloody knee.

“Yuck, no. Disgusting,” I heard A-13 laugh slightly. He was holding Hellios’s lackey, so that one was quiet. Even though that fucker helped Hellios build the bomb... only this sick fuck knew the code.

“Time is running out.”

I cocked the gun and pointed it at his temple. I pulled his hair tighter. The veins in his neck popped out.

“I will blow your brain into tidbits if you don’t speak up.”

He laughed.

“As if you can—”

I shot his leg. He screamed in pain. I pressed the gun against his temple again. The blood from the gun rubbed onto his temple.

“The next bullet will be in your head if you don’t give me the code!”

He was trembling.

“Okay! Okay! I’ll tell you, just please s-spare me.”

“F-05, are you there?” I pressed on my earpiece.

"Sì, N-09.”

“Speak.” I pressed the gun against the man.

And then he started speaking.

“The bomb is defused.” F-05 sounded so relieved after she typed the numbers that Hellios provided.

I exhaled. I lowered the gun and pulled out handcuffs. I cuffed him and made sure I ‘accidentally’ stepped on his wounds.

“That would be your last crime, Heisberg.”

Our backup arrived and took them... they weren’t going to a regular prison. Just like hell, our organization had a special place for them. They would inflict such pleasurable experiences on people like Heisberg that he would wish he had never been born.

Yes, my line of work is not all rainbows and flowers. It’s the complete opposite. This may sound like a nightmare for other people, but this is my world. I catch, torture, and unfortunately sometimes... kill... terrible monsters for a living.

I stretched as I watched the armored vehicles disappear. Traffic had returned to normal. The team had already towed the suspects’ car away. A-13 whistled when my crop top rode up. I flipped him my middle finger. He laughed and adjusted his aviator sunglasses.

I leaned against the hood of the car, and A-13 stood beside me.

“Are you going to the party later?”

I nodded and winked at him.

“Of course, I would like to taste some Russian men before I leave.”

He smirked.

“What about me? Don’t you want to taste me for the last time?”

I rolled my eyes at him. Flirty Russian. A-13 is his field name, but his real name is Ermolai Qovalev. He’s my partner and a Russian who can speak and understand many languages.

I slept with him once, even though I knew it was forbidden. Relationships between co-workers are prohibited... Well, I’m sure as hell and clear as water that I would never do it again because my punishment for doing that was not a joke. The Chief ordered me to be left in the desert for ten days with nothing. Not even my clothes. So, I had to improvise and use my skills. I almost got eaten by a wild dog. It was fucking terrifying, but it made my stomach stronger, though it made me wish that I hadn’t slept with him.

It was that severe because I was in the hospital for three months.

I mean, it’s kind of worth it even though he sucks in bed. He looks good. His dirty blond hair is in a buzz cut, and he has chiseled abs, sexy shoulders, and a goatee, which I really hate; his skin is Caucasian, and he’s also tall... but as for his dick... hmm, let’s just say it’s kind.

“Ha, I’m good. I don’t feel like going to the desert again.”

He laughed.

“Oh, yeah, me too. I don’t feel like going to the Amazon forest and getting bitten by four snakes.”

We both laughed. Of course, if I had a punishment, he had one too.

He dropped me off at my barracks. I put the AK-47 on the coffee table. I stretched my neck. I hissed when I saw the blood on my Glock. I wiped it with the hem of my shirt.

I also pulled out the other handguns strapped to my ankle and thigh. I removed my vest and holster belt before stripping off my clothes. I turned on the shower and let my muscles relax as the warm water cascaded over my skin.

It’s been a long day.

I would be lying if I claimed that my job didn't cause me stress. I mean, I’m not talking about normal stress; I mean the kind where you wake up in the middle of the night because you had a flashback of the shootout earlier in the morning, or you had a nightmare about torturing some child trafficker or shooting a hostage-taker.

However, I find comfort in knowing that I am reducing the number of degenerates who kill and harm others, which can be seen as contributing to a safer world. It’s all worth it.

I also have a better and more efficient way to relieve stress.

Sex.

I don’t make love. I fuck. I pour all my frustration and stress onto my partner, and they all love it because by the time I’m gone, they crave me and beg me to sleep with them again.

However, I never sleep with the same guy twice.

Whatever, I just came from the party and took home some hottie. I took him to the nearest hotel because I was horny as fuck. We drank Vodka.

But we were only three shots in when he started snoring on my shoulder.

Ugh, damn it.

Shaking my head, I left him on the sofa. Looks like I’m going home horny tonight. Well, I couldn’t sleep, so I’ll just head to the headquarters to do some paperwork even though it’s three in the morning.

Oh, and our headquarters isn’t what you think it is. It’s a bookstore. Our ‘service hours’ are twenty-four hours. The chimes rang when I entered. It smelled like paper and ink in here. The ‘cashier’ was F-05. Her almond eyes greeted me.

She’s really a beauty. Her long, brown curly hair complements her dark, smooth complexion, and her thick maroon lips are always curved in a smile.

“Good morning, N-09... I mean, Mia.” Her gaze went up and down my outfit.

“Hmm... from the party?” Her soft, Spanish-accented voice filled my ears.

She’s one of my favorite co-workers. Super nice, friendly, and fierce, but you don’t want to mess with her. She knows every type of bomb there is in the world, she can code, and she can also kill you with a bare pencil.

“Yeah, it didn’t go so well.”

“Oh, well... better luck next time.”

I smiled.

“I would like to see the limited edition books.” Or also code for ‘I’m an agent, and I would like to go to my desk.’

She nodded and handed me a card. I turned right, and the large bookshelf separated, revealing a golden door. I swiped my card, and the door opened.

The smell of coffee greeted me. This is our actual headquarters. The interior is brown and white. It just looks like your normal office. There are desks and cubicles, but the difference is that we have our own indoor shooting range, and elite agents from every country work here.

A few agents were working. I went straight to my desk. I needed to finish up. Tomorrow I’m going home to the Philippines. I requested a six-month leave. Well, not exactly leave. I asked the Chief to put me on the ‘tech team’; I would hack and do the computer stuff instead of going out in the field. It’s been so long since I stayed in the Philippines.

I turned on my desktop monitor. I smiled when I saw my background picture. It’s Alex and me... god, I miss that bitch. We were holding Red Horse beer, and we were both drunk. Our cousin took this picture.

Speaking of drunk. I bought a limited edition vodka. Sigh, I’m excited to drink that with Alex. I heard a swivel chair wheeling in my direction. Just from the strong scent of perfume, I knew it was J-07.

One of the co-workers I hate the most is utterly arrogant. But he has a huge build and was in the top five in the field last year. He’s also a misogynistic prick.

“Looks like you just got out of one of the hotels... again. You’re such a slut.”

I rolled my eyes. I turned to him. He was wearing white khaki pants. His pink polo shirt, which hurt my eyes, was tucked in. His long blond hair cascaded onto his shoulders. He also had a full beard.

He’s an agent from America, but like us, he’s poly-lingual. Meaning that this fucker could also speak and understand a lot of languages. It’s a requirement.

I was wearing a black halter top, so my cleavage was almost visible, and I paired it with a white mini skirt. This motherfucker needs to learn his goddamn lesson. I stood up and smiled sweetly.

I straddled him and wrapped my arms around his neck. He automatically gripped my waist. Sweat ran down his cheek. He looked like he couldn’t breathe.

“See, I know you like me,” he whispered.

I wanted to vomit. I chuckled lightly.

“You see, you have no right to comment on whoever I let into my pussy, because first of all, my pussy and the other parts of my body are none of your goddamn business.” He swallowed hard. “Second, your misogynistic comments are making me sick. Why is it that when a guy fucks a lot, he’s hot? Playboy? Experienced? Those are the adjectives you use...” I ran my finger down his cheek. His face was turning red. “But when it’s a woman, it’s ‘slut,’ ‘whore,’ or ‘flirt,’ and I can go on about the fucking double standards and shit...” I moved my hand down his chest, over his muscles, and down to his crotch.

He has a tiny dick. You know what they say. Tiny dick, huge ego. I leaned into his ear.

“You think you’re such hot shit, but in reality, you’re molten trash and a sad excuse for a man. Fuck you and your misogynistic ass.” He grunted when I squeezed his crotch. His grip on my waist tightened. “You disgusting pig.” I squeezed it tighter to the point of pain. “Leave me alone, or I’ll destroy this... do you understand?”

He nodded repeatedly.

He was speechless. I stood up from his lap and pushed him. I grabbed my purse. His eyes were still wide.

I flipped my middle finger as I walked out the door. Looks like I have to finish my work some other time...

I landed at the airport at exactly ten. Wearing my green sweatshirt and ripped jeans, I scanned the crowd. I smiled widely when I saw Alex waving at me.

“Bitch!” I shouted as I ran to her, dragging my luggage. I hugged her so tight.

“Oh, I missed you so much...” she whispered. I smiled. “Me too...”

We got into the car after putting my things in the backseat. My god, she’s glowing.

“Alessandra, are you still fucking Nico?”

She gasped. Redness spread across her cheeks. Of course, I’m just teasing her. I’m just really happy for her. I’m glad that she’s no longer with Julian. I’ve never seen her like this. She really looks like she’s in a good place.

“Mia!”

I made a face.

“What? Fuck, lucky you, you’re glowing.” She laughed.

“Just kidding, I’m just teasing you... Anyway, dinner party later? Do you have friends at the office? Bring them along. I brought a huge bottle of alcohol.” I wiggled my eyebrows.

She smirked.

“You know it.”

She dropped me off at the apartment. After that, she went straight to work, leaving me alone here in the apartment for the whole day. The first thing I did was set up my desktop and arrange my clothes. I just slept after that.

I woke up to eat. I slouched on the couch since it was only four in the afternoon. I watched an erotic film on Netflix. I mean, the plot is pretty basic, but the guy was hot but toxic, and I’m such a sucker for toxic dominant men. Gosh, this movie is exposing me.

But I was turned on... It’s been so long since I had sex. The one in Russia didn’t count because it was interrupted.

Around five o’clock, I decided to shower and get ready. I was just wearing black denim shorts and a pink crop top to show off the abs that I earned.

I went straight to the kitchen and started taking out the ingredients. Not long after, I heard the door open. Based on the footsteps, Alex wasn’t alone in the house.

I was right because I think I saw the hottest guy I’ve ever seen since I landed.

His gray shirt defined his muscular arms and chest. His denim jeans hugged his lean and muscular legs.

I admired his not-so-long hair, which I would love to run my hands through. His eyebrows were contoured, his deep-brown eyes were penetrating my soul, and his lips were naturally pink and kissable.

I swallowed.

And he’s fucking tall.

I bit my lower lip and gave him a flirty look. He just looked nervous.

When Alex finished changing, we started cooking, but I couldn’t seem to take my gaze off him. I haven’t even asked his name yet. What the fuck is happening to me? Normally, I would have asked for his name a long time ago, and we should be having sex in the bathroom right now—just kidding.

But there’s something about him that makes me curious.

“Oh, you didn’t tell me you had a hottie co-worker.” I eyed him as I mixed the veggies.

His Adam’s apple bobbed. Alex took the ladle from me. I walked closer to him.

“Hi, I’m Mia.” I offered my hand.

He just stared at me with surprise in his eyes.

“I-I’m g-gay.” His deep voice filled my ears. The what?! No way!

I hid my surprise. I sighed inwardly. Ugh, I can’t bone him, then.

He walked towards Alex and handed her the meat on the chopping board. I reached for an apple and bit into it. Our eyes met.

“Hmm... not for long.”

Alex glared at me.

I acted as if I was zipping my mouth. I’m disappointed, but I respect boundaries and his sexuality. Guess I’d have to find another worthy guy.

Sigh, he’s really hot, though.

Dinner time arrived, and of course, Domenico Santoro was in the house. Of course, he would be here; he’s really into my sister but just can’t admit it. I counted how many times he gave ‘her’ that look—scratch that. Both of them.

They fucking love each other and love fucking each other.

See what I did there? Haha.

Dinner ended with their occasional flirting. I brought out the alcohol. My throat was dry tasting this.

“That looks deadly,” Nico commented.

I smirked.

“Yeah, you could say that; I bought it from an old village in Russia.” I took out four shot glasses and started filling them up.

Oh fuck, the smell is deadly too. Strong. The kind where, when you smell it, you know you'll be knocked out after a few shots.

“Well, let’s see,” Sam said. During dinnertime, I learned his name.

We started the shots. I drink heavily, seriously. But dammit, this alcohol has a demon in it because after a few more shots, Nico and Alex disappeared.

My vision was spinning, and my judgment was also clouded. The bottle was halfway gone. I laughed when I saw Sam face-plant on the table. His hair was neatly tied in a bun earlier, but now it is messy.

I took another shot; my vision was swerving. I saw Sam pouring another shot through my lashes. Thereafter, we laughed out of nowhere.

“You know, I want to ride your dick,” I said. For whatever reason, the alcohol made me brave enough to say that to him.

He laughed.

“But I’m gay; it’s not going to work.” His voice was already slurred. He chuckled and drank again.

I filled my shot glass and laughed. We were clearly drunk.

“Yeah... so, cheers to the dick that I can’t have.” I raised my glass... he looked at me with those eyes. His eyes were dreamy from drunkenness. “Maybe you could.”

“W-what? What are you talking about?” I laughed again and raised my glass; he lifted his too, but he was looking at me.

Before we even clinked the shot glasses, he pulled my face to his. His lips were wet and soft. His tongue entered my mouth. What the fuck? The alcohol tastes better in his mouth.

We pulled away. I stared at him with wide eyes.

“What h-happened?”

“I want m-more...” He pulled me again.

I was too horny and too drunk to even care because the next thing I knew, he was carrying me into the room.

We were both aware of what was happening but too drunk to even care if we were doing the right thing.

He sat down on the bed while I straddled him. A gasp escaped from my lips when his massive erection came in contact with my sensitive and wet pussy.

Our lips only separated when I took off his shirt. Holy fuck. I stared at his godlike body for a moment. It looked like it was carved by Zeus on Mt. Olympus.

My hand went down his chest to his abs and up to his happy trail. He cupped my face and attacked my lips. His hot and wet tongue entered my mouth.

“I need to have y-you,” I whispered between our kisses. He nodded as he panted. I stood up and took my shorts off. He unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down to his knees. I hadn’t even fully lowered my shorts when he pulled me back onto his lap.

He pushed my panties to the side.

“You’re wet.”

I laughed.

“Yeah, I’m wet.” His eyes were dreamy. His cheeks were pink.

“H-how do you do this?” He asked like a high school virgin.

I smirked. I placed his hands on my waist and gripped him. He’s thick and huge. Motherfucker, this is going to hurt.

He growled when I rubbed the tip on my folds. My nipples hardened even more. I slowly inserted him inside me. I could feel every inch and every vein of him.

I yelped when he thrust upward; fuck, he hit my womb!

“Samuel!” I moaned loudly as my walls clamped around him. The pleasure zapped through my body. He buried his sweaty face in my neck.

I lifted myself and slowly came down. Holy fuck, it hurts.

“H-how big are you?” I couldn’t help but ask.

“I-I don’t know... maybe you should get a ruler?”

I snorted. His shoulders moved as he laughed.

I was soaking wet, but it was still kind of painful. He sucked the skin on my neck. He was still inside me. I didn’t want to move yet. I lifted his hand inside my shirt. His warm and big palm cupped my left breast.

His lips parted.

“This is so s-soft.” I gasped when he squeezed it. I started to move up and down at a slow pace. His member was sliding smoothly.

He growled and pinched my nipple when I sped up.

“Mia... fuck, this is so good.”

I moaned loudly when he lifted his other hand and cupped my other breast through my bra.

I went even faster; sweat was dripping down my forehead. Our union was making noise, along with the headboard hitting the wall.

“Mia...”

I gripped his arms as I moved my hips faster. My throat was dry from moaning. I didn’t know how it happened; my top was already on the floor, and he was harshly massaging my breasts as I rode him. My hand went down to my aching clit. I rubbed it in circles.

“Show me how to please you...” he said hoarsely. I grabbed his big hand from my breast and replaced my small fingers with his thick ones. I guided him to circle on my bundle of nerves.

Holy shit, his fingers were way, way better. I lubricated even more. I went even faster. I could feel the pressure in my lower belly.

His heavy balls were slapping my ass. My toes curled in too much pleasure as I screamed his name. My vision darkened for a moment as I came hard.

As his fluid covered my insides, his cock jerked inside of me.

I passed out.

Something heavy was pressing on me. My senses suddenly woke up, and I jolted. The first thing I saw was Alex standing in the doorway. Her mouth was parted, and she looked so fucking surprised.

I looked down; I was naked under the sheets. Naked! What the fuck?! My pussy was sticky as hell.

I slowly turned my head. Sam was also naked, and his erect penis was resting on my butt cheeks.

“Alessandra, get the fuck out!”

I felt Sam move. He looked genuinely shocked, too.

I heard Alex’s loud laughter. I stood up and picked up clothes.

“Alex, get out!”

She was laughing as she shut the door. I put on my bra and panties that were on the floor. Sam wrapped the blanket around himself.

Before I could even confront him about his lack of protection, a.k.a. condom, he spoke loudly, making me want to laugh.

“Mia Vega, take responsibility for me!”