Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 150546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 753(@200wpm)___ 602(@250wpm)___ 502(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 150546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 753(@200wpm)___ 602(@250wpm)___ 502(@300wpm)
My last nerve snaps and my hand slides into the side of the bed, between the mattress and the frame, until the cool brush of metal touches my fingertips.
That same hand swings back, racking the slide over the muscles in his back and pointing it at his forehead. “Does it look like I’m joking?”
I knew I fucked up the moment his eyes flared like I’d handed him the greatest gift I ever could.
His lip curls up in a snarl as his forehead meets the barrel. “You look like you’re mine.” His hips circle against me once more and the familiar pull stirs me back. “Pull the trigger.”
“What—”
His pelvis slaps the sensitive pulse of my clit as his cock hits a wall inside of me, working my back off the bed.
“Pull.” He kisses me. “The.” His tongue tastes my lips. “Trigger.” He applies more pressure against the barrel.
“I—no!” I scream at him. I don’t know why. This was my idea. I have never pointed a gun at someone that I didn’t intend to shoot.
“Fine.”
His fingers close around mine to take it away and I blow out a steady breath. Why the fuck did I do that?
With slow movements, he flips it around until it rests against my temple, before lowering his weight back down and kissing me hard enough to split the inside of my lip.
“Let’s play a game.” I would have missed his chuckle had it not vibrated against my chest. “Every time I lie, I’m going to pull the trigger.”
His cock tests the limit of what I can take as it expands inside of me. The curve of his head drags over the ribbons of my walls as he finds a lazy yet potent rhythm. His body rides mine with mastery, as if he’d been doing it all his life.
My clit aches to be beaten as he sucks my lip into his mouth.
Thrust. “I really do hate you.”
I squeeze my eyes closed as a loud click bellows through the air. My heart flatlines and he groans, pumping a little faster around the loud gushing of his cock stroking my pussy.
I don’t get another second to prepare myself before the next one leaves his mouth.
“I’ve never fucked myself to thoughts of you wrapped around my cock…”
Click!
My lip trembles as fear poisons my blood. His pace becomes a torture of restraint and there’s a primitive darkness inside of me that clings to him as tremors ripple over my flesh.
Close. So close.
His lips swallow mine as his tongue laps over my own in a way that has my chest squeezing. The cold metal of the barrel against my temple pulls me out of my lust, but not enough.
“You scared, baby?” It’s a taunting whisper, the kind you’d imagine death to sound like.
I swallow past tears with a curt nod, but my pussy strokes his cock as if it were her pet.
That gun is always loaded. He knows that.
“Good.” He bares his teeth as he hammers into me at a pace so animalistic, my body quivers and my vision blurs. Sweat drips from his forehead and beads over my lips as I come apart once again with a violent cry of whimpers.
The corner of his mouth curves into a frightening smirk. “I don’t fucking love you.”
Click.
War
13 years old
My brain wouldn’t switch off after training all week.
I lean against one of the pillars outside my house, watching the city of Riverside brighten as the sun sinks below the pillow of clouds.
My fingers flex in the palm of my hand, and I swing around when boots crunch against the wood.
My shoulders relax when I see it’s Bishop. The Fathers have been training us since we started to walk. It’s what we were born into, but since we all hit thirteen, everything has kicked up a notch.
I took my first life today. I don’t know how I feel about it. Am I sullen like Vaden, or am I void like Priest? Somehow, I don’t see how either of them are better than the other.
“Son…”
My thumb brushes over my knuckle. “I thought we had to all be packed by tomorrow? I’ve seen Madison’s bags when we go away, Bishop. You guys won’t be ready in time.”
He laughs, shoving his hands into his pockets. I’ve seen photos of our parents growing up. I wonder when they moved to the suits.
Silence stretches between us before he clears his throat. I already know what he’s going to say.
“You thought much into what I asked you?”
I follow the hard lines between my knuckles. “About Halen?” Bishop doesn’t answer. “What makes you think that’s going to work? With any of them?”
He doesn't bother to offer me any animation to his answer. “Because when you’re around, she doesn’t see anyone or anything else but you. It’s temporary and the other two will follow her lead. We can only draw out the ritual until you’re in your early twenties, so if we don’t find an answer by then, it will just need to go ahead.”