“Not there,” she says, crossing her legs.
I part them with my knees.
I know what her weakness is.
She thinks I’ll kill her quickly? Wrong.
I’ll take my sweet ass time. I’ll do whatever I want to her body until she begs me to end it. That’ll teach her.
“You think you can seduce me?” I say, pushing the gun against her clothes right where her pussy is. “Don’t lie.”
“I’ll stop,” she says, trying to cover it with her hands.
“Nuh-uh,” I say, nudging them off.
Her eyes fill with tears. “If you’re gonna kill me, just do it.”
“Who says I will? Maybe I’ll enjoy our time together first,” I reply, licking my lips at the thought. She wants to play the victim, be my guest, but I’m the last to believe it. I’m not the only one who deserves the worst, and she knows it.
“So … you think you can watch me in the shower without repercussions?” I mumble.
“It was an accident,” she says.
“Of course, it was.” I snort. It’s a damn lie, and she knows it. “If I shoot you in the leg now, that’s an accident too, right?”
“No, no,” she begs. “Do anything you want, just don’t hurt me.”
“Anything?” My cock hardens just from the thought. “Tell me you want it,” I hiss, nudging the gun against her thighs.
“I want it,” she coos.
I’ll give her a piece of her own medicine. “Make me believe it.”
“Give it to me,” she begs.
“Look me in the eyes when you say it, Dixie,” I growl, grabbing her hair as I tilt her head up.
When she opens them and shows me those beautiful, tear-stained eyes, I remember why I fell for her in the first place. Fuck me, she’s pretty when she’s mad.
“Give it to me. I want it,” she repeats in a thick, seductive voice that makes me want to fuck her right now.
Maybe I will, just to show her who’s boss.
She can’t play me, but I will play her.
As a grin spreads on my lips, I say, “Good. Now open your mouth.”
When she does, I put the tip of the gun inside, right on her tongue.
“Suck.”
Her eyes widen as she looks up at me, confused.
“Didn’t hear me? Suck,” I command, this time louder.
She immediately starts licking the metal, sucking on it as if it’s her last lifeline. It probably is, considering how close I came to actually pulling the trigger.
But I won’t tell her that. I like keeping her in the dark.
She deserves to be there, just like me.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Dixie
With the metal stuck in my mouth, I start sucking. Right now, the gun is positioned in a way that I’ll probably survive. Or not. Just thinking about that possibility makes my skin crawl.
But he hasn’t clicked off the safety, so this is all to taunt me. Right? That’s what I tell myself anyway while I suck the metal like it’s his dick.
I can’t believe he’s making me do this. I’m convinced he won’t shoot me. He’s only doing this to punish me and humiliate me.
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.