He pulls the trigger, and I don’t even flinch, don’t even blink. He laughs and presses it to his head. “I would die for you.” He pulls the trigger again, an empty click sounds, and he grins. “Whoops forgot the bullets. Oh well, it can still come in handy.”
He presses it to my mouth, and I open up. D slips it inside, and I lick around the metal before he pulls it free, wet with my saliva. Running it down my chin, he rips open my shirt until I’m bare to him, his hands covered in blood, yet I’m already wet. I crave his brand of madness, I want it all.
With him, I’m free.
Nothing will ever shock him, scare him. I could never do something that would disgust him or make him fear me. He would love it, revel in it, and worship me.
Gasping at the cool metal of the gun running across my chest and down my belly, I watch him press it into my knickers. Parting my legs, I roll my hips into the metal. He rubs it back and forth across my pussy, wetting it before pressing the barrel to my entrance, and leans closer. “If I fuck you with my gun, will you come for me?”
“You know I will.” I moan as he pushes the barrel inside me slightly, the foreignness of it making me jerk and moan louder. “D, please, Ryder already teased me before we got interrupted, do you want to play or not?”
“With you? Always, Little Bird.” He groans before ripping away my knickers, his eyes locked on the gun at my pussy. Gliding it back up, he presses it to my clit as he yanks down his trousers and wets his cock in my cream. “Always so fucking wet.”
“Fuck me already,” I snarl.
He grins. “You have a filthy mouth, I’m going to fuck that later.”
Without warning, he slams inside me, and I let loose a scream that has him laughing. He wastes no time. We don’t make love, we fuck hard and fast like always.
Wrapping my legs around his hips, I lean up and kiss him hard, the stubble across his jaw scraping against me as we desperately fight for release. He keeps the gun pressed against me, a constant threat, a reminder of his power. The hard metal rubs against my piercing almost painfully, yet I can’t help but twist my hips to increase my pleasure.
“More,” I demand.
With a grunt, he picks me up and slams me back down, his cock filling me again and again. The gun held against my hip as he controls me. His bloody, sweaty chest rubs across mine, his blood-soaked hand gripping my hip meanly.
Reaching down, I grab the gun and twist his hand until he releases it. I turn it around and run it across his chest and to his mouth. “Suck,” I demand with a grin.
He laughs, stilling as he wraps his lips around the barrel and licks it clean of my wetness. I pull the trigger and he groans, his eyes fluttering shut as he jerks in my pussy. He grabs the gun and hoists it to his forehead and presses into the muzzle. “Do it, shoot me,” he breathes as he fucks me.
I pull the trigger, again and again, and he groans loudly, his face slack in bliss. When I reach between us with my other hand and yank on his nipple hard enough to make him grunt, he stills, his orgasm ripping through him suddenly. He fills me up, panting as he leans into the gun. I laugh, feeling weirdly accomplished. I managed to turn the tables and get him to come. But then his eyes flicker open, and he narrows them on me.
“I wasn’t done playing, Little Bird,” he snaps, yanking the gun from my hand, my wrist aching from the abruptness. He pulls from my pussy and presses the gun against my entrance. “I was going to let you come on my cock, but now you’re going to do it on my gun.”
I gasp, unable to help it. The cool metal feels so strange as he presses it inside me, my pussy slick from my cream and his cum, helping it slide. He fucks me with it in shallow, slow thrusts before giving a few hard ones, keeping me on edge, never knowing which will come. The shape of the barrel makes me groan, and my eyes flicker closed.
This is so wrong, so fucking deadly.
There is a goddamn gun in my pussy, and I’m almost coming just from the thought.
He presses his forehead to mine as he fucks me with it, stretching me around the weapon as he shoves it deeper. “What if I loaded it, Little Bird?”
I shiver, clenching around the metal, and he grins, licking my lips. “You dirty little bird. I wonder…I wonder what other weapons you would let me fuck you with.”
Oh God.
I’m so close, I can feel it building and building. I try to hold back, wanting this to last, but he doesn’t let me. He bites my chin as his thumb rubs my clit, the gun slamming inside of me and making me scream as I come around it. He pulls it out a little and slowly pushes it back in, guiding me through the release before pulling the gun free.
I collapse backwards, unable to move as he holds up the glistening gun, meets my gaze, and licks along the barrel, tasting me. “Fuck, this might be my new favourite gun, knowing it’s been in your pussy. Every time I use it to kill, every time blood covers it, I’ll think of you screaming your release with it buried in your sweet cunt.”
Well, fucking shit. What can you say to that?
He laughs and pockets it before turning away and cleaning up, giving me time to recover.
When we get back upstairs, I can feel the tension. They are all wondering what will come next, how the Triad will react and retaliate. This is more than a gang conflict, this is two families going to war. The city is their battle ground, filled with blood and money, and it’s only big enough for one of them.
My Vipers.
Because they don’t plan on losing, they will do anything to win, I will help them. This is my life now. They are my life. I chose this, I want this, and honestly…it feels right. It’s bad, but the excitement of it all has me happier than ever, and I finally feel alive. They did this. Made me into the woman I usually hide away. They pulled back the curtain and let me shine, unafraid of what they would find.
“They were freed three hours ago. I wonder what they are planning,” Kenzo mutters, his eyes on his tablet.
“Something big, we embarrassed them.” Ryder grins.
“It’s happening, our safe house downtown just went dark,” Garrett snarls, as they all get to their feet.
It’s time to go to war.
Chapter Forty-One
GARRETT
We wait until the next morning and then split up. Ryder is going to check all the businesses, Kenzo the illegal side of things, and Diesel will hit the streets and find out anything he can while I inspect the safe houses. We all take guards with us and are armed to the nines with weapons. Before we depart, we make Roxy promise to stay inside just for today and leave some guards behind.
They will be looking for payback, and grabbing one of us won’t be easy, but we still have to be careful. I ignore my fury at how close they got to us. The hits came way too fast, they never planned to make a peace. They have been building this up to take us down. We let their families live, and this is how they repay us?