Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 176345 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 882(@200wpm)___ 705(@250wpm)___ 588(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 176345 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 882(@200wpm)___ 705(@250wpm)___ 588(@300wpm)
My hand slides across her tits, and I squeeze them before I rip the fabric apart with my bare fucking hands, exposing her nipples. I cover them with my mouth and chuck the fabric aside as I drive inside her.
She mewls with delight while I fuck her so hard the cabinet starts to scoot across the floor just from her grip alone.
I fuck her harder and faster, and when she’s about to climax, I pause, feeling her contract around my shaft.
“Why’d you stop?” she murmurs between ragged breaths.
I fish my gun from my pocket, and her eyes widen.
“You brought a gun?”
She shudders underneath me.
I’ve always had a gun on me. But just because I can use it doesn’t mean I want to.
Until now.
“Open your mouth, Lana,” I command.
“Are you going to shoot me?”
I tilt my head. “Do you trust me?”
It takes her a while to nod.
I point the gun at her. “Will you put your life in my hands?”
She looks me dead in the eyes, unafraid. “You won’t kill me.”
I shake my head.
She slowly does what I say, and I dip the gun into her mouth. “Roll your tongue around like you’d lick my cock.”
When she does, I groan from how it looks, and it makes my cock throb inside her.
I pull out the gun and bring it between us, pushing the barrel against her ass.
“Fuck, are you really going to—?”
She can’t finish the sentence, her mouth widening as I push it into her ass.
With each thrust, I drive it in farther until the entire barrel is inside along with me. And the look on her face is nothing short of majestic.
“What if it goes off?” she asks.
“We’re connected, Lana,” I say, slipping in and out of her slowly. “If you die, my dick gets blown to smithereens.”
“Fuck,” she says through gritted teeth, having trouble differentiating between danger and sexual tension.
But what she doesn’t understand is that those two go hand in hand with us.
“It’s you and I together, kitty,” I say, alternating the speed of my strokes. “You are my fucking slut. Say it,” I groan, taking her in both holes at the same time.
“I’m your slut,” she murmurs, struggling to even form the words.
I lean in and hiss, “Louder.”
“I’m your slut!” she moans when I bury myself inside her balls deep and drive the barrel in completely. “Fuck, I’m gonna come again.”
“Yes, come all over my cock like a good fucking slut,” I say. “Break for me.”
Her orgasmic clenches as she lets out another giant moan tip me over the edge.
“Fuck me, Kai!”
I come undone with her, teetering on the brink of madness as I fill her up to the brim and then some.
Completely wasted and out of my mind in love with this woman, I lower myself on top of her and spread lavish kisses all over her body, taking good care of those perky nipples as I pull out my gun and let her come down from the high.
And as I come face-to-face with her, I press a gentle kiss just beside her lips. “Do you still hate me now?”
Her breath is ragged, her face contorted with confusion. “I …”
“You don’t have to answer. I already know the truth.”
I crawl up, pick her naked body up from the floor, and carry her in my arms.
“Wait, what are you doing?” she asks, her feet thrashing in the air.
“Taking you to bed,” I reply, ignoring her fight against any form of kindness so I can put her down on her pillow before I go back to grab the blanket. “You must be tired. I fucked you in your sleep.”
She yawns as I crawl into the bed with her. I pull the blanket over and pull her closer to me, snuggling her. “So dream of me instead.”
Her body is flushed with heat as I plant a hand on her waist, her skin covered in goose bumps when I softly caress her.
“Why are you doing this?”
My brow rises. “Can’t I take care of my woman?”
Her cheeks turn red. “Take care of me? But …”
“Do I have a reason not to?” I ask, softly pushing her hair aside so I can press a kiss to her neck. “Despite what you think, I’m not your enemy.”
She breathes out in puffs after each of my kisses, clearly affected, yet she still won’t let me into her heart.
“Who’s your enemy, then?” she asks.
My fingers clench around her waist. “You know who.”
“No, not the Skull & Serpent Society as a whole. I mean, who specifically? They can’t all have done you wrong?”
“Your brother cut off Nathan’s finger,” I reply.
She turns around in my arms. “I know that, and I understand why Nathan’s mad, but you have nothing to do with that.”
“I protect my friends,” I say, looking down at her from underneath my lashes. “So I came to get my revenge.”