Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 98755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
I grab his balls and tug, and he jerks in my mouth, hissing at the pain but threading his fingers through my hair as he encourages me. I despise Braxton and everything he stands for. A do-gooder. An arrogant asshole. A temptation that I want to physically destroy. I tug hard again. I want to break him as much as he wants to break me.
He pulls out of my mouth and lowers himself to my level. “You’re going to crawl to me, do you understand? Like a good girl.”
He releases the tight grip on my hair, and I fall forward onto my hands and knees. Braxton steps back, leaning against the dining table.
“And what do I get for it?” I ask.
“Punishment.”
My body is crawling to him of its own accord, drawn to the promise of the type of sex I know only he can give me.
When I reach his feet, he offers me his hand. I take it and slide my body up his.
“You’re too fucking beautiful,” he seethes.
“And you’re too sure of yourself,” I bite back. “You’re a fucking problem.”
He smirks, grabbing my ass and lifting me up so I have to wrap my legs around his waist for support. He slams me onto the table, piles of papers scattered and drifting to the floor, and I move my leg so my stiletto is at his throat. His smile grows. “It’d be easy, wouldn’t it?” he asks. He glances at a spot above my shoulder, and that’s where I notice the gun in the holster placed on the table once again as if he’s testing me or inviting me to take it.
I do, and his hand slides up my body to rest on my hand, which now has the gun. My stiletto is still at his throat, pressing in firmer as he leans over me. And then I feel him at my entrance, rubbing through my juices. Oh, fuck me. This man…
He edges closer, the tip nudging in and out as my hips automatically loosen to let him in deeper, but he doesn’t move to do so. Instead, his hand wraps around the gun. My finger rests on the trigger, and a heated look passes between us.
“You want this cock, Shortcake?”
“You want to remain alive, asshole?”
“Why do I have a feeling you’d like fucking me if I’m dead?”
A very dangerous thing unfurls inside me. I don’t want to fuck a dead person, but his innate understanding of this darkness within me calls to it and draws it out.
He takes the gun and points it at his head with a crazed smile.
“Is this what you want?” he asks, his voice like gravel.
“More than you know,” I seethe.
“Oh, I know, Shortcake. I know,” he says as he replaces his cock at my entrance with the barrel of the gun. I try to squeeze my thighs together, and a moment of dread runs through me. But a dark curiosity quickly overshadows it.
“What are you—?”
The cool muzzle of the barrel slides into my pussy, and the sense of danger riles something deranged within me. “You like that, don’t you?” he questions.
“Yes,” I breathe, shocked, broken, crazed. Is this really me? Is this a part of me that I’ve tried so hard to keep at bay? He thrusts the gun farther into me, and I take a sharp breath, not breaking eye contact as blood drips from his throat from where my heel has cut him.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he whispers as his gaze skitters over me. “So fucking wild, waiting to be set free.”
“I didn’t ask for poetry. Fuck me,” I demand, unsettled by the fact that he sees me. All of me. This part of me I’ve tried to bury and conceal that he coaxes out with such ease.
His pumping of the gun continues as I roll back on my elbows, taking my pleasure. My hips rock back and forth, needy, and when I glance down, I see he’s fisting his own cock, watching me like a crazy man.
He removes the gun, and I immediately feel its loss. “It was a trick, wasn’t it?”
“What was?” he asks.
“The gun was a test.”
“Was it?” He arches an eyebrow as he aims across the room and pulls the trigger. Bang! The light beside his bed explodes.
A jolt of adrenaline passes through me as I realize I could’ve shot him in the head. He could’ve shot me in the pussy. So many things could’ve gone wrong, and yet a wild, carnal feeling explodes within me and has me reaching for his neck and crushing his lips to mine.
We’re hungry for each other, biting, clawing, sucking, viciously trying to take everything we can from one another. He picks me up again, my legs wrapping around his waist as I try my hardest to impale myself on his cock. Fuck me, this asshole is my wildest fantasy, and I didn’t even fucking know it.