“Remember that, because you’re going to need it,” I said, a bubble of laughter rising at his confused look. I grabbed the gun and placed it at his temples. “You have five minutes to make me cum, or else I’m pulling the trigger. Consider it payment for leaving me wanting the other night.”
A smirk brightened his entire face. “Challenge accepted, darlin’,” he said, a split second before he dropped to his knees and buried his face between my legs.
My response was instant. Keeping the gun at his temples with one hand, I seized the back of his head with the other, pushing his face further into my pussy. I planted my feet on his shoulders and spread myself wide, giving him full and complete access.
Dante groaned into me like a starving man and flicked his tongue over my clit with slow, deliberate strokes. He wasn’t rushing. Cocky bastard was savouring it.
Testing me.
Teasingme.
“Four minutes,” I hissed, pressing the barrel harder against his temple.
His eyes lifted to mine, dark and gleaming, and then he doubled down. He sucked my clit between his lips and slipped two fingers inside me, curling them just right, hitting that spot like heknew. Like he’d mapped my body and burned the blueprints.
Fucking muscle memory. Even after all this time.
I dropped my head back with a moan, hips thrusting forward to meet every filthy thrust of his fingers. My thighs trembled around his head, and the sound I let out made my throat hoarse. It was raw. Animal. I both hated and loved him for making me feel it.
“Three minutes,” I gasped.
He growled against my cunt and shoved a third finger in, fucking me faster now, mouth relentless on my clit. My vision blurred. The pleasure was hot and messy andviolent, like something was being torn out of me from the inside.
“Two minutes,” I whimpered, though I didn’t mean it. Didn’t want him to stop.
He pulled back just enough to growl, “Won’t need it,” before diving back in with brutal, punishing rhythm. He was going to make me scream. He knew it. I knew it.
And then, just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, he pulled his fingers out of me and pushed his gun inside me instead.
Jesus…
My legs shook as a ferocious feeling rattled through me. The danger, the pleasure, thefeelingof that fucking gun inside me. I was scared, I was thrilled, and I was about to come fucking undone.
He pulled the gun out and pushed it back inside relentlessly, shoving my body further up the bench. I looked down at him, his mouth working my clit, his tongue flicking over every tiny, sensitive nerve.
I squeezed my eyes shut.
And then—white-hot heat exploded behind my eyes. My legs snapped tight around his head. The scream ripped out of me, unbidden and loud, echoing through the shooting range.
“Dante!”
His name. Screamed. Just like he fucking said.
I sagged back onto my hands, my chest heaving.
My body was a wreck.
Wet, shaking, oversensitive.
But I kept the gun steady against his temple, even as I blinked down at him with a dazed smirk.
“Thirty seconds to spare,” I said.
He grinned, a sardonic smirk that told me he knew exactly how much time he had, and had pushed me to the limit deliberately. “Wasn’t worried.”
He leaned in and pressed a kiss to the inside of my thigh, lips brushing where he’d just wrecked me. And then he stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and gave me a once-over like he was memorising the sight of me ruined.
I turned toward the door without answering, still shaky on my feet. I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of seeing how much he’d got to me. Not again.
