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My Way	By : JessiKillyLover Category: Marvel Verse TV > no category yet Views: 668 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the 'Jessica Jones' characters (and this is sad) And I'm not making money out of it.

Chapter List
- 1-Part I: AKA Homesick
- 2-Chapter II: AKA Almost raped
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Summary:
Jessica gets her revenge... her way!
hellooo again.
thanks for reding, it means something ... at least I hope so ^^'
Still need a beta, anyone offering? ^^' In the meantime, forgive my bad English

Chapter II: AKA Almost raped

“Oh, fuck!” Killgrave gasped, feeling like a deer in the headlights.
“Hello, baby, aren’t you happy to see me?” She said, before grabbing him by the shoulders. She lifted him easily and casted him forward.

Kevin landed in a bad way on his modern design coffee table. Unlucky for him, it was entirely built with metal. Not a soft impact at all.

“Ouch!” He massaged his back and left hip, trying to recover, but Jessica lifted him once more, this time in order to smash him again the wall, making his head hit it.
“Are you here to kill me?” He asked her, with true terror in his look.
“Maybe.” She shrugged, enigmatically. “By the way, that was for knocking me down with the tranquilizer.” she explained, right before slapping his right cheek.
“This is for handcuffing me!”
“Ouch! Help me! There’s a crazy girl assaulting me!” The man tried to rescue himself the only way he knew.

Jessica burst out laughing, scornfully.
“Summon who-the fuck-ever you please, I’ve made them all sleep soundly. Even the neighbours. You are at my whole disposal!” She sneered, before kicking his left shin.
“Ouch!” The man whimpered again.
“This is for removing my powers!” Jessica went on with her furious revenge and then she pushed her knee between his testicles.
“And this is for lying to me, you, bastard!”
Of course, she hadn’t use her super-heroine power, she had acted more like a normal woman with hurt pride.

Sure, it was a blinding pain for Kevin and it took a while before he recovered from that blow.
“I… I didn’t lie to you, can’t you see? What happened between us two nights ago, the mutual exposure, the oh-so-sensual dinner, all the erotic games, our private confessions, that making fun of each other so natural between us… it was all real!” he defended, earning nothing but another violent push against the wall that left its marks on him.

“Real what? Real how? You made me believe you also took your power off, you, fucking asshole!” She snapped, raising her fist, but without hitting him this time.
“You can’t really get it, can you? The real lie would be not cheating you, making you believe things were like this for real; instead I revealed the truth to you, I got in the game, I stood up for it, I rolled the dice. My only fault is that I used a little lie to make you figure out a big truth.” He murmured.

She stared at him in confusion.

“Quit this fucking mind games!” she snapped, intentionally confining herself just to skimming his temple, with a fist that created a hole in the wall.

Kevin chuckled, despite his current situation.

“I can’t, they’re my raison d'être!” He declared before she pulled his hair in a way that was everything but gentle.
“And fucking quit speaking French, too!”

Kevin stared at her intensely. He had noticed a flicker in her, something had changed.
Sure, there still was her huge desire for revenge, obviously, but there was something else, too.
Maybe not all was lost.

“Pourquoi, ma chérie?” he replied on purpose, devouring her with his eyes. His tongue was pushing against his teeth, as if he was waiting for something.

It was too much for Jessica.

She pushed herself against him, kissing him hungrily.

“Because it turns me on so damn much!” She revealed against his lips, while she took his jacket off, throwing it on the sofa.

“I thought it was my damn British accent!” He whispered, feeling more comfortable in that whole situation. He emphasized his accent, on purpose.

“Yep, that, too, you goddamn teaser!” She growled in deep frustration.

She resumed kissing him and then she bit into his tongue until she drew blood.

“Someone had mentioned ripping tongues off… I could execute that order, even if a bit late.” She teased him.
“Butth I sshaid … yourr tonguuue…” he protested, with the top of his tongue that still ached, especially when he had to pronounce certain consonants.

“Well, I could re-elaborate it my way…” she kept bluffing.

After all, a Killgrave who couldn’t talk would be a Killgrave who couldn’t do any damage to anyone anymore… but it was a way too drastic solution to consider it.

“Oh, c’mon, relax, I was just joking. I’m not going to fall to your level!” She calmed him down.

Kevin was still a bit caught off guard, but that kiss had turned him on a lot.

He brought a hand to her face and she didn’t stop him.

“Jessy, can’t you see what happened? What keeps happening between us? You can profess you hate me as much as you please, but the truth is that you always come back to me. I repeat it to you, we are inevitab…”

“Shut the fuck up!” She cut him off wish another slap, this time to his left cheek, before pulling him by the shirt collar and kissing him once more.

“Forget your shitty fantasies about me being your fucking perfect Princess! This time it’s me 100%, let’s do this my way!” She warned him, before ripping his oh-so-pregiate damask cotton grey shirt.

To be pissed off at her for that was the last thing Kevin was thinking at that moment. He was too bewitched by her so he allowed her to do whatever she wanted.
He had to admit that it was very exciting.

“Oh, yes, my darling, I see that it’s you…” he murmured, filling his eyes of her and her outfit. It didn’t match his tastes, of course, but if suited her.
The commando boots Kevin made her found outside the door, a pair of light blue, ripped jeans. A white short sweater, perfectly hidden by the leather jacket, still closed.

Jessica grabbed his arm and threw him on the sofa, reaching him one second later. She straddled him, dealing with his pants, so impatiently she made the button jump.
“Hey, easy, panther!” He protested, although he was in a situation where he could do nothing but enduring.
He hadn’t the chance of knowing such wild side of Jessica’s before, but he was so fascinated.

The girl temporary got up, only to take her jeans off, without any poetry, kicking them on the floor, along with the boots.
She got rid of her jacket and her sweater, too, remaining only with the grey long tank top.
She resumed taking proper care of Kevin and it was enough a quick and deep work of her hands for him to be hard and fully erected, ready for her.
Jessica took her panties off, letting his hard cock slide inside her, all at once, and then she began riding him, faster and faster.
In the meantime, she tortured his nipples with her teeth and tongue and her nails scratched him everywhere, leaving long, red traces.

“Jess… Jessica.. Jessy, baby…” he moaned in a mix of pain but mostly pleasure.
He tried to match her rhythm, but he wasn’t so sure it was fully human.

A last, powerful push satisfied the girl’s senses.
She immediately parted from him, as soon as she figured out he was about to come.
She would have never allowed him to come inside her, he would have to be content with the sofa.

“Such a naughty, naughty boy!” She scoffed. “I don’t envy the poor guy or girl whom you’ll force to clean that mess!” She kept humiliating him but Kevin was still too worn out and puzzled to strike back.

“C’mon, follow me!” She dragged him - not very gently - upstairs.

She perfectly recalled that the bedroom was there. She opened a cupboard, finding exactly what she was looking for: his beloved ties.

She grabbed a couple of them and went back to him.
“Pants. Off. Now!” She ordered.
“Is it already time for the second round? I must admit that first you took me so violently that… I felt almost raped.” He mumbled, still clearly bewildered, maybe also due to the bruises and the blows.
“Well, welcome to my world, maybe now you know how it feels, asshole!” She retorted.
“I’ve never hit you!” He shouted at her, taking his pants off.

At least he could save them from the girl’s rage.

“Dammit, Kevin, I’ve already explained that to you: the best hotels, the best restaurants, the best locations and the best dresses don’t make it less violent than it actually is!” she remarked, hard-ass.
“Well, I didn’t say that I didn’t like it before.” He pointed out with a crooked smile. “And I know that, going back to those days, deep inside you enjoyed that, too.”

“Imagine what the fuck you please!” She rolled her eyes at the roof, before pushing on the bed a practically naked Kevin.
She easily straddled his waist with her legs and made him lay his arms behind his head.
She was fast to take the ties and she used them to imprison his wrists among several knots, very tight, impossible to undo, thanks to her supernatural strength.
“See, bastard? Silk against your skin. No fucking metal of your damn, cutting handcuffs. I care about you!” She made him notice,
“Sure you do!” He scoffed. “What about the fact that you made me look like a sieve?”

“You just deserved it!” She shrugged. “And I even went easy!” She added, making Kevin’s eyes be wide with astonishment.

“But you’re definitely right about something,” Jessica murmured, pinching affectionately his cheek that still ached due to her previous slap. “Purple suits you!” She evilly sneered, hinting at the current colour of all his bruises.

“You’re lucky because I accept anything from you. You could even cut me everywhere with the razor-sharp blade of a knife and I would keep smiling at you, professing my love for you, Jessica!” He stated, as serious as never before.
“Oh, please, don’t give me such tempting ideas!” She disguised her true reaction with that witty remark.

Truth was that she was impressed both by his statement and look, he seemed so sincere.

“Nevertheless, I still feel like torturing you oh-so-much, that’s why I asked myself … what’s the thing that would drive you as crazy as possible?” She said, taking off her tank top, so long it could have been a minidress.

And then she was utterly naked, just like him.
She knelt on the bed, in front of him, well aware that he couldn’t touch her.
Quite the contrary, she began touching herself, giving pleasure to herself, in front of him. She caressed her face, slowly, lowering her hand to her neck, she played with her own nipples, she tickled the trail of soft skin that lead to her belly, as her hand went further and further down.

“Ooohh, Kevin!” she called out his name, when she managed to give herself an orgasm.
Eyes closed, bended head, arching back as she nibbled her own lips, in a state of pure ecstasy.

Jessica had never looked so beautiful to Kevin as she was in that precise moment. She was there, naked, a few centimeters from him, equally naked. She looked so horny, so lustful, so ready for him… and he could do nothing about it, no matter how hard he tried to break free from his silky imprisonment.
Jessica wasn’t lying: that really was the ultimate torture.

“Alright, I guess my job here’s done.” She got up from the bed, as if nothing happened, wearing her tank top again. “Oh, no, wait, there’s still something missing…” She added, as she started to open drawers and fumbling through them. “Oh, c’mon, you must have it somewhere.. ah-ah,bingo!” she grinned, when she found what she was looking for.

“I’m taking this with me!” She stated, waving in front of his eyes the purple and black baby-doll.

Kevin smiled, even more when she bent over him for one last, deep and intense kiss. “Woe to you if you dare giving me such gifts again!” She threatened him with a punch strong enough to make the right corner of his mouth bleed.

Jessica drew her mobile out of the pocket of her tank top.

“I’m not you, I’m not filming you, but I’m going to save this among my favourite memories!” She warned him, before taking a picture of him, naked, roughed up and tied to that bed.

“Who is the real villain?” He accused her, rolling his eyes at the roof.

“I’m going back to New York and something tells me it won’t take you so long to reach me there.” She informed him, walking towards the door.

“What? So won’t you even set me free?” Kevin protested, tugging at the ties, uselessly.

“You should thank me, because I’m too good and I didn’t even gag you. Although it would be so fun to see how you would manage to solve this situation, without your powers, if I prevented you from speaking.” She mused.

Kevin feared a lot that eventuality, but then he figured out that Jessica was only bluffing.

“Just one thing, honey: when someone from your staff recovers and you shout in order to make them free you, even if they see such gross, indecent and awkward show, there’s no need to make them gouge their eyes out. Just politely ask them to forget what they have seen. Please, don’t choose always the gory way!” she advised him, before leaving the room.

Downstairs, a proud, smug and satisfied Jessica was wearing all he clothes she had scattered around the living room, ready to sneak off in the night.
That was before her eyes fell on that purple jacket on the sofa. That jacket that smelled of him so damn much.
“I’m taking even this away with me!” she decided, collecting a further souvenir and smelling its expensive fabric.

Upstairs a tied, beaten up, pumped and dumped Kevin was particularly amused, as he passed his tongue on his bleeding lip, chuckling.

“Jessica, my darling, there’s no two without three.”

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THE END
Notes:
So did you enjoy it? ^^’
I really hope I kept them both IC, pleease, whatever you think, let me know.
Well, Kevin’s last sentence leaves room for another sequel, I can already spoil the prompt: 3:00 a.m. :)
Tell me if you would like to see those two again, so I’ll know if I should take my time to post it here, lol
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