Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
Lev’s jaw twitches and his eyes catch fire. For a moment, I think this is it. Lev is finally letting us in. Then he lowers his eyes and walks away, leaving me tied to the tree with Zeke and Cyrus’s cum dripping from my crevices.
“Is that it? You're gonna run away again?” I call after him, trying to free my hand from the makeshift shackles. Anger rises, and I long to lash out. “You’re a good man, Lev. But you know what else? You’re a fuckin’ coward.”
Lev stops in his tracks and turns his head to me. I think he’s about to say something, but then he’s in front of me in a flash, his gun pressed to my temple. “I’m not good, Az. There’s nothing good about me. I like guns, I enjoy violence, and I’m obsessed with you. Nothing about me being with you will turn out well.”
I inhale a sharp breath as he drags the barrel of the gun along my body, circling my nipples before moving it between my breasts to the top of my mound.
He lowers the gun. “You’re right. I’m a coward, Azadeh.”
My legs part unconsciously, my body screaming with fear and excitement.
Zeke steps forward while Cyrus jerks his cock like a dog who’s seen a tantalizing piece of meat. I shake my head, warning Zeke to stay back.
My logical mind screams at me to say my safe word because this has gone too far, too quickly. But the girl who likes danger and craves fear holds her breath, anticipating what comes next.
Lev rubs my clit with the barrel of the gun, moving lower until the tip presses against the entrance of my pussy. “Taking a chance on me is like being fucked by this gun.” He pushes the barrel inside me until it’s in all the way, a crazy smile on his lips as he fucks me with it slowly. “We’re both loaded. You never know if or when we’ll go off.”
“I live for danger,” I whisper, arching my hips toward him. “But I’m also a vengeful bitch. Know this, Lev; one day, you’ll crawl like a dog for me to fuck you this way.” When he arches an eyebrow, I lock eyes with him. “Remember, you gifted me the other gun that goes with this pair.”
Lev’s nostrils flare, and I know I have him. His lizard brain is front and center, and right now, he isn’t thinking about anything other than fucking me. I have all his focus. He moves his hand vigorously, fucking me hard and deep with the metal barrel. Fear spikes in my veins, knowing that this lack of control could end with a bullet lodged in me, but I don’t care. All I want is for my Lev to loosen up, to live, to experience something, anything other than his self-imposed misery.
“That’s it, Lev. Make me come,” I encourage. “Show me exactly what a gun worth over two million dollars can do.”
Zeke and Cyrus move toward us. Zeke sucks a nipple into his mouth and the other between his fingers. He bites and pinches, adding an element of pain that brings me close to the edge. Cyrus sits between my legs, lifting me as his tongue lashes my asshole, sucking out the cum he recently deposited there.
“Don’t leave,” Lev pleads.
“I have to. People depend on me,” I whimper as I come undone, my body trembling with another release.
Lev pulls out his gun and brings the barrel to his mouth, wrapping his lips around it and licking it clean of my juices. When he’s confident he’s savored every inch of me off the metal, he places it back in the holster at his side and gazes at me. “We depend on you too, or do we not matter?”
With that, he turns and walks away.
Chapter 1
Azadeh—Age 29
Present Day
“There will be many challenges in life. Some will propel you forward, while others will kick you with such force that you will believe you’ll never recover from them. But if you remember one thing, you will never falter. Family is everything, Joonam. Never forget that.”
My mother’s words are a mantra playing on an endless loop in my mind.
Family is everything.
All I've done for the last six years is run from my family. Instead of being at home with the people I love, I've been galivanting all over the globe, helping strangers.
I bang the steering wheel with my open palm, needing to break something or myself. The grief and regret simmering inside me are at boiling point.
The road in front of me becomes a blur as thoughts of my dead mother ravage my mind, taking over like a virus that leaves nothing behind. An ironic smile forms on my lips as I ponder her words about feminine energy.
Never forget that it was women who led the Persian Immortals.