Well, it’s working all right. Especially with that perpetual gaze he gives me while I lick the gun.
God, this feels so wrong.
What the fuck is wrong with him? And me, because I’m actually listening to him?
I should be kicking and screaming, fighting my way out of this mess.
Instead, I’m a complacent bitch. Someone to use any way he sees fit. I’m not even trying to resist.
Maybe that’s what he wants me to see … what he wants me to know …
He can do whatever he wants with me, and no one’s gonna stop him.
Not his uncle. Not the cops. Not even me.
Fuck.
The metal tastes like soot too. It reminds me of a past we never should’ve had together.
I wish I could erase all of it, but I can’t, and now I’m stuck here with him because of it.
Did I ruin his life? No. He only thinks I did, and no amount of me saying I didn’t will make him believe otherwise. He’s convinced himself to hate me, and there’s nothing I can do about it. All I can do is suck it up. Literally.
While he starts unwrapping the towel around his waist.
I try to swallow, but the metal is in the way, and he shoves it farther down my throat with glee. With a devilish smirk on his face, he drops the towel to the floor.
His hard cock is right up in my face.
And more saliva builds in my mouth.
Shit.
I look up into his mischievous eyes filled with amusement. He’s enjoying this a little too much.
“Go on,” he says, nodding downward.
I follow his gaze to his dick which bounces up and down when I look at it. And fuck me, because I’d be lying if I said it didn’t turn me on.
“You wanted to peek. Now you can.”
“I didn’t—”
“Ah.” He shoves the gun farther into my mouth. “I never said you could speak.”
The cold metal against my tongue makes me want to gag, but I don’t want to anger him to the point of pulling off the safety either.
So I stay silent and let my eyes do the talking instead.
“Think you can try to seduce me without consequences, Miss Dixie Burrell?” he says, biting his bottom lip. “Wrong. Now you’ll pay the price.” He nudges my cheek with the gun. “C’mon. Hands.”
“Wha—”
“Shh. I won’t say it again,” he says, putting a finger to his lips. “I gave you a chance to stop, but you didn’t. This is the consequence for pissing me off.”
Wow. I never knew Brandon Locklear could go this far. I’m shocked and amazed, but at the same time, my limbs are weak, and my mouth is numb. I’m not sure if it’s from the metal scraping against my mouth or from his blatant display of dominance.
He was never this forward. This demanding. This sexually enticing as he gazes down at me from underneath those thick, dark lashes with those black eyes.
Shit. I shouldn’t be thinking about him this way. I shouldn’t be thinking about any of this. But I am, and I can’t stop it.
Just as I can’t stop my hands from gripping his length and jerking him off.
His lip barely twitches, but it’s enough to know he’s content.
He stands tall and proud as I roll my hand along his veiny cock, which bursts with as much excitement as his eyes. I’ve never seen him this aroused, this eager to go beyond the limit.
And I’m not sure what I think about it myself because my clit is definitely thumping.
Fuck.
Why do I feel this way about a man I hate with all my guts?
I wanna kill him, yet I’m jerking him off instead.
None of this will free me. I can’t escape when he’s got his gun down my throat, and I can’t take it away from him either. He’d shoot me before I had the chance. Right?
He couldn’t before … but maybe I angered him enough and went too far with my scheme.
A bitterness flows over me like a wave ebbing the sand.
He deserves the worst, yet here I am, jacking him off.
The faster I go, the harder his dick becomes until he suddenly begins to groan.
And the sound alone makes my pussy wet.
Jesus, am I that easy?
Apparently.
Then again, I did this. I wanted to seduce him so I could distract him. I just never thought he’d take me up on the offer, or that he’d overtake me within a few seconds.
How did I lose control so easily?
I can’t even think straight right now with him moaning while he thrusts that gun into my mouth as if it’s his damn cock. And fuck me for even liking it a bit.
“That’s it … cupcake.”
Cupcake?
He’s never called me that. I’m offended yet weirdly blushing right now.
“Suck it off. Make me believe you want it,” he moans as I continue licking the gun like it’s his cock. We both know he’s imagining it, but I would never let him get away with that … not without stealing his gun and shooting him straight in the balls.
That’s what he deserves for murdering my brothers, after all. And he knows damn well.
That’s why he won’t even try. He’ll keep on making me suck this gun and rub his dick until he comes, and if I’m lucky, he’ll let me off without a scratch. If not, I’m in for a fucking treat.
Jesus, I wish I’d never even given him the idea, but it’s too late now, and it’s all my fault. That’s what you get for using your body as a tool to get what you want; some people don’t fall for the tricks. Brandon is one of them.
Still, he can’t take his eyes off me. He’s gazing at me with this deep, penetrating stare only he could give. It’s as if looking at me only intensifies his arousal. And mine. Fuck.
“Spread your legs for me, cupcake. Show me what you have.”
With his gun still in my mouth, I do what he says. I feel ashamed and defeated, but at the same time, I don’t wanna surrender. Not to him. The only reason I’m doing what he says is because I know there’s still a chance I could steal his gun. I just gotta hold out until the perfect moment arises.
Meanwhile, I focus on getting him to the edge. If he closes his eyes even for a second, I might have a chance. Though for now, they’re completely transfixed on me and my pussy. Just like I am on his dick.
We never saw each other naked when we were young. And now that I have, I’m not even sure I’m upset. My heart and mind loathe him, but my body … it doesn’t listen. It wants what it wants, and right now, my pussy wants to be touched. And all of this is confusing as fuck.
“Go on then … touch yourself,” he murmurs, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as if he’s already excited at the thought.
With one hand, I reach between my legs and start rubbing myself through the fabric. My other hand is still jerking him off slowly and steadily. Pre-cum drips down his length, and I use it as lube to coat his hard-on. He bites his lip and lets out a hiss in response to my touch.
I don’t take my eyes off his, not even for one second. I want him to see how much I loathe doing this, and that none of this was my idea. He should know what kind of monster he is for making someone do this, for putting someone through all this. And for making them enjoy it.
Fuck.
“You watched me, so now I’m going to watch you,” he says with a sultry voice. He pulls the gun from my mouth and uses it to gesture to me. “Take it off.”
He points at my pants.
Well, shit. I was hoping he’d be satisfied without having me strip. Guess not.
I carefully peel my button open and pull my zipper down under his watchful eye. Then I roll down my pants slowly, trying to keep my legs closed.
“Panties too,” he adds when I step out of my pants.
Well, fuck. He really wants to debase me. I shouldn’t even be surprised at this point because I know what he’s capable of. I just don’t know how far he’s willing to go.
I do know one thing: I’m not willing to risk losing part of m
y mouth or my legs to a gunshot wound, so I’ll opt for the humiliation instead.
I pull down my panties and step out of them.
He steps back a few times and smiles. “Now spread ’em.”
When I take too long to think about it, he says, “What do you wanna lose, pretty girl? Your life or your dignity? You choose.”
Defeated, I part my legs and let him see my pussy.
His eyes glimmer with something I’ve never seen. A kind of dirty, wicked lust with a rowdy grin attached too. The kind that sets my body on fire in ways I didn’t think were possible.
No. I have to ignore it. C’mon, Dixie, you can do this. Just think of him as a complete stranger instead of that boy you once wanted to kiss more than anything.
“Play with yourself,” he coaxes. “Go on.”
My heart thrums as I place my fingers on my thighs and slide inside. A hot flash travels through my body as I touch myself down there while he’s watching. Being completely naked makes me feel vulnerable, and the thrill stirs something inside me that feels wrong … but oh, so good too.
Brandon takes a few more steps back and sits down on the chair against the wall. He watches from afar with a provoking grin on his face. All while stroking his dick in full frontal view.
It’s as if he wants me to get excited.
No. I shouldn’t. It’s fucking wrong to even think about him that way.
So I close my eyes and focus on what I’m doing.
“No,” he says, his dark, stern voice intruding my every thought. “Eyes open and on me.”
I sigh and open them. The look on his face makes me wish I never came to the hotel in the first place. Goddamn that smug asshole. And fuck him for making me feel this aroused.
I try not to think about him as I circle my clit, but it’s hard when he’s sitting right in front of me, jerking off his huge dick like he owns the place.
What are we even doing? We should be on the run. Instead, we’re playing deviant games that neither of us can win.
“Make yourself come,” he says.
“What?” I mutter, stopping altogether.
This makes him get up from the chair and point the gun right at my forehead. “Do it.”
I try to suck in some oxygen, but my lungs feel tight.
Coming is something sensual, something I’ve only ever done to myself in private. I’ve never given a man the pleasure of seeing me come.
I didn’t want to give him this. Anything but this.
But he’s leaving me no choice in the matter.
With hate spewing from my eyes, I continue to flick my clit. I don’t take my eyes off his as he continues to rub his length while watching me. He lowers his gun only slightly, aiming it at my pussy, and it thumps in response. Why, I don’t know. I wish I understood my own body’s reaction to the situation, but I don’t. I’m so fucking confused right now as I play with myself, bringing myself toward nirvana.
His tongue quickly darts out in excitement as we both near our climaxes. I fear the end, dreading the cliff I’m about to drop off. But with him holding the gun, I’ll do it anyway.
My body shivers from the orgasmic waves. As my eyes roll into the back of my head, he groans out loud. A warm jet of liquid squirts out onto my face and neck. It’s fast and uncontrollable, just like my orgasm that floods me with emotions I can’t even begin to comprehend.
I hate the high I’m on as much as I hate him. As much as I hate the fact he just covered me with his jizz, and it’s dripping down onto my chest. As much as I hate the fact I’m still sweating and gasping for air.
Fuck. Him.
A dirty, satisfied smirk appears on his face. With my middle finger, I swipe along my lips, picking up the cum on the trail, and then stick it up to him.
“Good girl,” he says, smiling like he just won. “Now stick it in your mouth.”
I make a face. “What?”
He flicks the gun around, and it immediately catches my attention. Just like he wants. “Eat. It.”
“Why?” I ask, staring at the barrel of the gun.
“Because I said so,” he says, and he grabs my chin and pulls it down softly until my lips part and form an o.
Reluctantly, I bring my middle finger to my lips and suck on it. It tastes of filthy, naughty sex and all the things he wants to do to me. And it tastes how I imagined him to taste all those years ago.
Fuck.
I gotta remind myself again and again he’s not that same boy from before, and I’m not that same girl. We were both forced to become adults too quickly, and it’s all because of him.
“Thatta girl,” he says with such a smug voice that it makes me want to attack him. Suddenly, he grabs my throat. “You think you only get to enjoy this? No. I want you to suffer,” he says with a darkness in his voice that makes goose bumps appear on my body. “This is only a portion of all the punishment I have in store for you.”
He lowers the gun and picks up the towel. He wraps himself in it again, tucking away that half-hard dangling cock between his legs as if it was never exposed in the first place. He reaches for a small box of tissues sitting on the cabinet and throws a few at me.
“Clean yourself up.”
I do what he says, but only because I can still feel his cum on my face, and I don’t want it there. Especially not if I still wanna go outside and face the world. Hell no.
When I’m done, I chuck the tissues in the bin behind his legs. I quickly grab my panties and pants and pull them on as fast as I can. I don’t want to indulge him any more than I absolutely have to.
However, my eyes are practically glued to the gun because he’s holding it so casually that I’m almost inclined to believe he forgot about it. Just … one … second.
I lunge at it.
He pulls up the gun midair, causing me to fall to the floor empty-handed. I grasp his legs and do the only thing I can think of; I sink my teeth into his skin right near the calves.
He yelps in pain and stomps around with me hanging on him. The gun almost flings from his hand, and I reach out to grab it. As my fingertips touch the metal, my heart skips a beat. Then he shoves me away until I bump into the edge of the bed with the back of my head. An oomph sound leaves my mouth right as he points the gun at my face.
“You never learn, do you?” he says through gritted teeth. “How many times do we have to do this for you to understand that you’ll never win?”
I smile and shake my head. “You’re wrong. I will,” I say with a toneless voice. “I will kill you and your uncle even if it’s the last thing I do on this earth.”
His lips part, but then he closes his mouth again and smiles instead. “Your tenacity is admirable.”
A sudden gunshot makes me close my eyes.
I can’t breathe. Can’t think. Can’t fucking move.
Am I dead?
No. That sound didn’t come from nearby.
My eyes burst open again, only to find Brandon pointing his gun at the door instead.
Two words from him are all that are needed to make my heart race.
“They’re here.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Brandon
The bullet that went through the walls narrowly missed us. Instead, it’s lodged into the wall next to the bathroom door. I immediately point my gun at the door and wait. If they come in, I’ll fucking shoot them all.
Are these my uncle’s men? Did he send them to kill us both?
I never answered his phone call, so he must know I don’t intend to bring her back to him by now. Still, would he go to these extreme measures just to capture her? Or is something else at play?
“Come out, Brandon. I know you’re in there.”
It’s Matteo.
Shit.
I never expected my uncle would send him of all people. Then again, I shouldn’t be surprised. He’s the closest thing I have to a buddie ever since I left Springhaven and Hanson behind. I never meant to cut things off like that, but that’s what happens when yo
u murder people. You run.
I was lucky my uncle vouched for me and kept me away from the police. They never could identify me, despite firsthand accounts from the Burrells. Without solid proof it was me, the police couldn’t act, so I was free as a bird.
But it seems my uncle only pardons for things that don’t involve him directly. And now that I have the sole cause of the destruction of his empire in my possession, I don’t think he’s gonna let me off the hook.
Fuck.
“Brandon. Come out. Now. I know you have her,” Matteo says. “I really don’t wanna shoot you.”
“Then don’t,” I yell back.
Dixie’s still on the floor, glaring at me. I hold my finger over my lips. If she talks, they’ll definitely know she’s here. Because who says they know? They might be trying to call my bluff. That’s how we were trained to deal with situations such as this. Always try to outsmart the bad guy.
Except, in this case, I’m the bad guy … and I don’t intend to lose to my own co-workers. Ex-co-workers because I don’t think I’m ever gonna get to work for my uncle again without losing a few fingers or toes, if not my entire fucking head. He’d probably rip my heart from my chest if he knew what Dixie and I just did.
But fuck him. It was worth it.
I needed to punish her for all she’s done, and I’m far from finished with her yet.
So I grab her arm and hoist her from the floor, determined to get us both out of here.
A wave of bullets punctures the walls again, and I duck for cover. Dixie jumps away against the bathroom door, where she hides behind the moment the shooting stops.
I immediately flank the door as the men are already trying to pry it open. Not on my watch.
The moment one of them pushes it open, I dropkick him to the floor and grab his arm to fling him my way, away from the door and the open fire. With one firm snap, his arm breaks, and he cries out in pain as the gun drops to the floor. Too bad for him, he’s not Matteo.
I shoot him in the legs, so he’ll stay put. Then I grab his gun.
One down, fuck knows how many more to go. Including Matteo.
Dixie rushes out with a bunch of clothes in her hands, and I impatiently grab her arm and tug her along. “C’mon.”
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