I’m being fucked by a gun.
Holy. Shit.
Does he really want to kill me?
And why am I getting wetter and slicker?
I can’t stop staring at his punishing eyes, at the sheer power they exude without him having to say a word.
It’s like I’m caught in a trance no one can save me from.
“You pretend to be all righteous and morally superior, but you’re nothing but a greedy little whore.” He slides the gun inside. “Is this how you’ll milk my cock, too? It’s bigger, but you’ll fit me, won’t you? You’ll swallow and take every inch of me.”
A whimper rips out of my throat.
It’s weird how I never liked anything sex-related before, but I’m enjoying how he blows my world to pieces in the most unconventional ways. How he speaks to me in that crude manner.
The man has a gun inside me and a shard of glass to my nipple that he turned red with his blood, and I can’t stop wanting him.
“Say my name,” he orders, the command nonnegotiable.
“Jeremy,” I moan, ready to tell him anything right now.
“Say you wanted me that first time, not some other fucker, me.”
The words get stuck at the back of my throat. I’m not sure I can admit that part. I can’t even admit it to myself after all this time.
Jeremy’s expression darkens. “So while I chased you, feasted on your blood, and fucked you to oblivion, he was the one you were thinking about?”
Who’s he?
I still shake my head, because I don’t like the way his lashes fall over his eyes, shuttering over his expression and sealing him away.
A click sounds in the air. From the gun. He pulled the trigger.
Holy hell.
I’m not sure how it happens or why, but a strong wave washes over me. It’s life, I realize, that rush of breaths after believing I could’ve died.
Jeremy throws the shard of glass aside, unbuttons his jeans, and fists his hard, pulsating cock.
“My turn.” He wrenches the gun from inside me and slides it in his mouth.
The same gun that’s all messed up with my arousal is now between his lips as he licks it clean. Then, the crazy bastard places it against his temple.
“Beg me to fuck you.”
A whole-body shiver goes through me. “If I do, will you stop playing with the gun?”
“I wasn’t asking, Cecily, and this isn’t a fucking negotiation. Beg me to ram my cock inside you and fuck you like you want—rough and out of control.”
I can’t stop staring at the gun shoved up against his head. There’s a fifty percent chance that he’s going to get himself killed.
That might seem like a good percentage, but it’s not. Far from it. One can be lucky for only so long before he vanishes, just like that.
“Please,” I murmur.
He jerks himself up and down in a brutal rhythm that makes my mouth dry. “Please what?”
“Please take me.”
“It’s fuck, not take. Say it properly.”
I bite my lower lip. “Please fuck me.”
The word is barely out when he digs his fingers into the flesh of my outer thigh, lifts my leg, and drives inside me.
My whole body convulses as I fall into his chest, my heart pounding while his remains the same—eternal, unaffected, absolutely cold.
It’s been some time since he was inside me, and I feel his size with every motion and every thrust.
“You’re mine, not anyone else’s, fucking mine. Now, beg and say my name.”
“Please, Jeremy, please.”
He drives into me in a brutal rhythm that triggers the primal part of me. Unable to stand on one leg, I grip his shoulder for balance.
The position, the fact that I’m entirely naked, covered with blood, and he’s fully clothed is a clear translation of the power imbalance between us. Of how much he owns a hidden part of me.
The part that’s yearning to let go and let him ravage me until there’s nothing left.
The part that’s been hoping, pining, and being absolutely ashamed of this side of myself.
There’s no shame when I’m in Jeremy’s arms. He doesn’t judge me. He wants me to own that part of me.
And most importantly, he fucks me like he craves me, like he can’t keep his hands off me.
Like if he stops fucking me, he won’t be the same.
I hold on to those emotions as I beg and call his name. The more I beg to be fucked, the harder he goes, the deeper he delves, the crazier he becomes.
He bites my neck, my breasts, my earlobe—anywhere his teeth can reach.