C4 When A Criminal Fucks Good 4.

Thalia's POV.

My eyes widened in horror the moment I heard that.

Death?

I knew I was going to die someday, but I never for once thought that I'd die by the hands of a criminal. That would be too much of a disgrace.

I struggled to breath, my hands now clawing his big arm but Rocco didn't let go.

His grin never faltered, even as he finger-fucked me. The sounds of his finger pushing back and forth echoing through the room, a reminder of how shameless I grew.

Christ.

I curled my hands into fists, launching them onto his arm one after the other, but his grip only tightened. Using his grip on my neck, he pushed me until my back collided with concrete.

Then his fingers inside me slowed as he shook his head pitifully, “you should never have thought with your cunt. Look at you, so helpless.”

His mocking words ignited a pure, unchecked rage through my insides.

The last thing I was, was helpless. And I was going to prove that. But how? I couldn't speak, I couldn't get his hand off. And if Rocco resumed pleasuring me, he might actually succeed with killing me.

‘Think of something Thalia, come on!’ my inner voice urged me.

Rocco’s fingers resumed, my folds now spasming from the sudden thrusts. My mouth became half open as I searched for air but Rocco's grip on my neck tightened, making my efforts futile.

My eyes wandered all over his frame, the smell of my juice wafting through my nostrils. Just then, I noticed the protruding thickness straining through his pants.

I widened my legs, hating how that only made me give him more access to my cunt. He thrusted deeper this time, making a weak moan escape my lips.

Every part of my senses wanted to focus on his fingers, but the tightness around my neck reminded me that my life was on the line.

And with that, I launched my knee forward, hitting him in the crotch.

The impact had him withdrawing his hands from my body. My core ached from the loss, my heart doing serious skips and my neck burning from the near-death experience.

Rocco sprawled onto his knees, both of his hands curling over his crotch.

“You bitch!” He cried out, groaning in pain as he managed to rise up.

When he was halfway up, I kicked him in the groin again, the sounds of his cries echoing through the air.

This motherfucker really wanted to kill me? Big mistake.

I quickly reached for the gun on the floor, quickly aiming it at his trembling body.

He was taking too long to recover. So I pulled him by the collars, leaning his body against the edge of the bed, pressing the gun firmly on his forehead.

Rocco's face turned pale, his eyes wandering from side to side, “ple–please. We–we can talk about–”

I withdrew the gun from his head, crashing it into his forehead before he could finish. My entire body was beaming with so much rage that I felt like I could explode.

I snagged a hand around his neck, forcing his mouth, forcefully shutting his airpipe the same way he'd done to me.

This would be the perfect time to kill him. But he needed to do something for me first.

“Grab your phone and abort the mission right now.”

He quickly started rummaging his body, fear obvious in his shaking hands. The sight of that almost made me smirk.

Right now, Rocco was no longer the smart man playing tricks. He was a desperate man hoping he could buy time through the search for his phone. A part of me knew this yet I still allowed it.

I hated that he fucked so good but was still such a cunning man. I hated that he proposed one more round only to try and kill me.

Those thoughts made me tighten my grip around his neck, making sure to dig my nails deeper into his skin. He groaned in displeasure, struggling to breath as he finally found the device.

His eyes sparkled with so much fear as he pulled the phone to his ears. You'd expect him to obey my orders right? After all, he was at the point of death.

But his next words made my profile split with surprise.

“Make sure those trucks are burnt to ashes,” Rocco breathed into his phone, giving me a satisfied smirk.

Without thinking, I pulled away from him, curling my fingers around the trigger.

Rocco's body shook as I launched bullet after bullet in his body, the chaotic sounds making my ears ring for minutes.

The metallic smell of blood lingered in the room as Rocco's body went pale. I blew over my gun, stepping back while Rocco's blue eyes stared directly at me. I should have felt something, but I felt nothing.

Rocco was gone.

And so was my chance at having good sex ever again.