Total pages in book: 166
Estimated words: 160042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
My heart’s racing, and amid the chaos in my body, I jerk out a nod.
His growl is satisfied. “Now, do you know what this is? Just yes or no.”
My chest shudders when he skims the mouth of his gun over my lower lip. “Y-yes.”
“It’s a gun,” he says in a rough tone. “But it’s more than a gun, isn’t it?”
I bite the inside of my cheek to keep quiet, but it’s hard.
“It’s the thing that saved your life.”
“Arsen, please, I’m—”
He shakes his head slowly. “Tsk, tsk. If you keep breakin’ the rules, darlin’, I’m gonna have to cut this short. And the fun’s just gettin’ started.” My breath comes out as a broken sob, and he pushes the muzzle into my lip even more. “So how about you put your pink little mouth to better use and thank the gun that saved your life?”
My heart drops, and my eyes scamper up to meet his. This time around, he doesn’t stop me. He doesn’t tell me to keep my eyes up front, and I know why. It’s because he wants me to see the cruelty in them. The meanness, the danger.
The fire.
I don’t know what he sees in my eyes—I don’t know myself what’s reflected right now except for sheer humiliation and pain—but it hardens his already harsh jaw and sharpens his already unforgiving features. It makes him push the mouth of the gun at the seam of my lips as he says, “You called for me, didn’t you? With this mouth. You screamed my name to come save you and I did. So it’s time you pay the price. It’s time you open it when I tell you to open it and do exactly what I tell you to do with it, you got that?”
I somehow manage to nod.
But it only enrages him further because he clenches his teeth as he continues, “So open those goddamn lips of yours and wrap them around the muzzle of this gun. And wrap them good, yeah? Because I want you to suck. I want you to suck it like I know you wanna suck me.”
“I d-don’t—”
He presses the gun so hard to shut me up that my lips get smushed against my teeth. Then, with flaring nostrils, he says, “You like lyin’, don’t you, baby? We’re gonna talk about that too. I’m gonna teach you what happens when you open your mouth and the first thing that comes out of it is a lie. In fact, we’ll start now. Just for that pathetic fuckin’ lie, I’m gonna leave the safety off.”
My eyes go wide and I start to shiver. Or maybe I was shivering this whole time, I don’t know. All I know is that I can’t look away from him and his brutal but hypnotizing eyes. “Because you know it’s a lie, don’t you?”
I nod again.
His eyes go back and forth between mine. “Yeah, you do. That’s why for the last two days, I can’t fuckin’ escape you. Everywhere I turn, there you are, your big blue eyes, your golden hair, your buttercup fuckin’ scent. There you are, lookin’ for ways to touch me. Bandaging my wounds with your soft hands; pressin’ your ripe little body up against me on the horse, rubbin’ up on me like a cat in heat. Asking for it, begging for it, drivin’ me fucking insane. That’s what you wanted just now. You wanted my mouth.”
I did. I do. He’s right. I didn’t realize it myself, not until a few moments ago, not until he spelled it out for me, but yes, I’ve been doing all those things for the past two days.
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Yeah,” he rasps. “It’s because I ate your pussy so good that you’re addicted to it now.”
It should be embarrassing, but it’s not. Somehow none of what he’s saying is embarrassing to me. Maybe because I’m past all that now. He’s stripped me of dignity, tied me up naked so that I don’t have any shame left.
“So how about you show me how much and maybe I’ll give it to you. Suck the mouth of my gun like you wanna suck me.” His voice drops lower. “And I’m not just talkin’ about my lips. Suck it like I know you wanna suck somethin’ else, somethin’ much harder. As hard as this loaded gun that just saved your life. That fuckin’ saved my sanity.”
If words alone had the power to do it, I’d be branded. I’d be tattooed with them. Every single depraved and humiliating word would be written on my skin. As it is, I know I’ll never forget them. Not until the day I die. Or the fact that as depraved as they are, I still find myself obeying him, and I do it because I could hear the hitch in his voice at the end there.