Sinful ((Egg + 31 ))

Brandy giggled, "you know...it.." She said, as if saying sex was too serious. She sat with her legs crossed on the counter, suductivly and teasing.

Ian smirked, but it was playful, and he wrapped his arms around her waste, kissed her sweetly.
"If you want to." He chimed, leading her over to the couch, and laying her down. Ian kissed Brandy deeply, a groan rumbling deep inside of him but he stayed quiet, unto his phone rang. He grumbled amours and pulled it out of his pocket and crushed it with his hand, before going back to kissing Brandy.
"Sorry.." He murmures seductively in her ear.

Brandy smiled at the sight of Ian crushing his phone, this only made her want him more. She wrapped her arms around his thick neck, her fingers twisting small circles into his thick red hair. Brandy didn't care anymore, she knew she loved Ian, even if he didn't love her back. He was the fire that she needed and craved, he was the bad-boy that she was destined to be with.
"I love you Ian, I don't care whatever I said last night. I love you." She liked the way that felt, rolling the words on her tongue and using them. She kissed him again and grinned.

"I love you too." Ian replied. What was he saying? He'd normally just kill her then..but no, he really meant it this time. Well Fuck.

Fades to black..?

((Well fuck... XDDD I laughed out loud.))

*After*

Brandy found herself laying on the couch in a relaxed way, she'd never get enough of Ian, but she was satisfied for now. Brandy snuggled deeper into Ian's chest.

((Oh! And I have an idea! Okay, so Ian finally gets the courage to kill Brandy. He beats on her pretty good , but only because his boss was like totally on his ass about it. But as he;s about to shoot her, he's all like "BAW I CAN'T DO IT B( " And let's her go, but she avoids him for a while...?))

((lol sure C:))

Ian stood beside the couch, his suit on and a gun in his pocket.

Brandy sat up, seeing Ian there, dressed and everything. "What's with the suit? I thought you were unemployed?" She wondered aloud.

Ian's gaze darkened and he cracked his knuckles, beginning to shut out his feelings.
"I lied." He answered lowly, taking a slow step towards Brandy.
"I have a job. An important one."

Noticing his change in disposition, Brandy stood lightly on her feet.
"What kind of job?" She asked, still unsure if she was over reacting.

Ian smiled deviously and pinned her to the wall in one swift movement, her hands together above her head.
"A nice little job..for exterminating certain..people."

Brandy's heart quickened, she tried to fight, but she was no match for Ian's crushing strength. How could she have let herself slip up? To fall? The one person she'd ever trusted, now had a pulled to her head.

"Ian, no. Please, no." She didn't know what she was saying no to. Maybe she wanted him to be real, be in love with her, maybe she was just begging not to die. Whatever the case, she was scared.

Ian's smirk only deepened.
"No?" He cooed, sinking his face into her shoulder as he brought his knee up hard against her stomach. "I don't take no for an answer." Ian pulled back and pulled Brandy off the wall, smashing his boot against her chest and knocking her to the ground.

The pain was rough and hot against her. Her cheeks were flushing with red from sheer adrenalin. The floor connected with Brandy like an old friend, cool under her finger tips. In her futile attempts to crawl away, she only realized the pain in her stomach. Brandy clawed at the tile, trying to get out of Ian's reach. The strength that attracted her to him, was now being used against her. Brandy didn't cry though, she wouldn't. She looked up at him, her eyes harsh and unforgiving.

"Why?" She asked, more a command. She didn't feel helpless, just used, lost, abused, controlled. Brandy couldn't grasp how serious her situation was, Ian wanted her blood. Brandy held his gaze, her own deep green eyes reflecting his teal ones, dangerous and sharp.

Ian shrugged stepping on her leg and thoroughly cracking the bone, before slowly pulling out the gun. He loaded it, and smiled at Brandy, but for the one time in his life, he hesitated. Ian couldn't shoot her he just couldn't..The scot frowned and looked at his hands. Damn them. He chucked the gun angrily across the room and violently punched the wall- leaving a large gaping hole.
"Damnit I can't.." His voice cracked- oh hell no, no way he was going to cry now too!

Brandy scampered away to the corner as soon as his foot was off of her shin. She whimpered, holding her leg and forcing back tears. Brandy didn't want to be there anymore, she wanted to go home and block everyone out for at least a year. Then maybe she'd heal. Heartbreak shined brightly in her green eyes, they weren't the same anymore. The pain in her face, the winkle just above her brow due to herself being worried. Brandy pressed herself into the corner, the tears almost falling. Her leg felt as if it'd been set to fire, each breath that she took made it jostle ever so slightly and sent stabs of pain up her spine.

Ian had passed his deadline- they were after her now. There was a vreif knocking at the door and three men entered, smirking when they saw Ian, but their smirk quickly change to a frown when they saw Brandy.
"Knew he should'a discharged you!" One spat at Ian, who's eyes darkened.
"I'm the best the company has, must I prove it again?" The Sottsman snarled, eyes locking on the gun one was pulling out. "Wrong answer." In one fail swoop, Ian had planted three simple hits to the man with the gun and he lay unmoving on the floor. The other two came at him and he dodged, picking up the gun and shooting them both.

Brandy blinked at their words, 'The Company'. What was that? But the thought quickly vanished when he killed those 3 poor men. Brandy shrieked, terrified, an attempted to stand. However, she only managed to hurt herself. She tripped up on her broken shin and fell on her stomach, whimpering with pain. Brandy tried to claw her way to the back door, but she couldn't get a good hold on her surroundings.

Ian perked at Brandy's shreik and calmly walked over to her, yanking her up by her arm, being a bit more pushy than he meant. He carried her out to his car and set her in the backseat, knowing she couldn't go anywhere. Ian ran inside then ran back out, hopping into the company car and speeding down the road, the house bursting into flames behind him.
"Not a word to your mother." He said, his tone much calmer, similar to the one he'd used the night before.
"Keep in mind i was only doing my job." After a pause he added, "I didnt mean to fall in love with you." in a small voice.

Brandy blinked at him, she was afraid of him, she didn't want to be here.
"Do me a favor," she said slowly, "And never talk to me ever again." She growled.

Ian frowned as they pulled up to Brandy's house. He didn't want to avoid her, but if that was what she wanted..He'd have to change her mind.
"I'll try my best."

Brandy shot him one last glared, "I hope you rot in hell, Ian." She said, before limping out of the car and slamming the door behind her. She knocked on her door, her mother not home. Brandy sighed and shoved the door open, closing herself in her house and locking the doors.

"Most people do~!" Ian remarked, driving off.

(What now?)

((I think a few weeks later, Brandy sees Ian and kinda flips out and causes attention, and he's all like 'SHUT UP YOU'RE ATTRACTING A CROWD'..?))

(Suure C: We could have it in the summer? So they see each other at the beach?)

((Sure.))

They days had melted away, Brandy's leg healed gradually, but her heart didn't. Her eyes became dull, her skin, pale and paper thin. Rosalie kept getting more and more worried, so out of desperation, she asked a friend to lend them a beach house. Brandy went along, with her indifferent glare that had grown accustomed to her face. She sat on the beach, in her navy blue bikini, glaring at the ocean, trying to blame it for her pain.