Page 58 of Lethal Saint

“And when you’re holding your gun,” he pointed out, making me jump when his other hand glided up my leg, moulding to the shape of the gun holstered at my thigh under the green velvet dress.

I swallowed. Nodded.

“You are so perfect for me,” he groaned, kissing up my shoulder to my neck and making me squirm at the same time soft warmth moved through my chest, bringing a smile to my face. “I can’t begin to tell you how fucking hot it is that you’re as intrigued by violence as I am.”

“I never—realised I was,” I panted when his lips lingered on my neck, finding a spot that made a deep, demanding heat pound between my legs. “It scares me. I don’t know why it appeals to me now.”

“Because you know you’re safe with me,” he said, lips moving over my skin. “Safe to explore every desire, every dark whim, every blood-soaked dream. You know I’ll be right there with you.”

It made a sick sort of sense that I’d be drawn to blood and death; I’d been surrounded by it even as a child. But Damien was right, I was safe now. I was free.

My eyes fluttered shut as Damien kissed back down my throat to my collarbone, and lower, pausing at the mark he’d sucked onto my chest. I’d made sure to pull the neckline lowenough to expose it. The one mark on my body I liked, the one that came from pleasure and care.

“I want you to draw your gun, my queen.”

My body bucked. My pussy clenched. Deep.

“What?” I breathed, keeping my eyes closed.

“Remember the lift?”

I couldn’t get it out of my head. Goosebumps turned heated skin icy. “Yes. But I’m not scared of you now, Damien.”

“Who said you had to be scared to point a gun at me? It’s one of the hottest things to ever happen to me, second only to the way you felt coming on my cock last night. Well, and the way you kissed me when I knelt at your feet.”

I groaned, my body incendiary. His touch was a wildfire, his words inflaming the heat until I couldn’t stand it. I needed him to touch me properly, needed his fingers on my clit with a desperation that hooked deep.

“Gun in your hands, Vasilisa,” he ordered calmly, my heart stuttering as I opened my eyes and obeyed. The tone of his voice sent another rush of heat to my pussy, soaking my underwear. The metal was heavy, reassuring in my hands. Powerful. “Good girl. Keep it pointed at me.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I complained weakly.

“I do,” he replied, his eyes bright with passion as he guided me to lay back against the sofa arm and then slid down my body, warm hands pushing my dress up until the skirt pooled around my waist. I was completely bare except for a scrap of soaked lace and the straps of my gun holster. Damien unbuckled the latter with a reverence that made my blush hotter.

“You want me to shoot you?”

“Fuck yes I do. I want you to mark me, to brand your ownership into my skin and muscle, to put a physical claim on my body like the one you have on my soul.”

I swallowed, licked my dry lips. “You’re insane.”

He grinned. “Point the gun at me, my queen.”

I inhaled sharply when he settled between my legs, hot breath kissing my pussy through wet fabric, fanning over the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. I pointed the gun at my husband as he pulled my underwear aside, and kept it there when he set his mouth to my hot, throbbing pussy. I didn’t dare take the safety off. He was the best thing to happen to me, and he might have been crazy enough to want me to shoot him, but I wasn’t.

“Oh god,” I groaned, my head falling back when Damien licked a broad line through my heat, the flat of his tongue incredible on my swollen clit.

“No god, Vasilisa, only your husband.”

That made me even more turned on. I reached down to sink my fingers into his hair, need making me bold, and kept his tongue on my clit where it belonged. Oh,fuck,there was nothing in the world as good as this.

“Do you like my mouth on your pussy?” he asked, his voice gruff as his words moved over my skin. His words were low and husky. Delicious.

I nodded, unable to take my eyes off him when he looked up at me, his eyes as black as ink. I throbbed erratically, my pussy aching.

“Do you like holding a deadly weapon while your husband feasts on your hot little cunt?”

“Damien,” I gasped, my eyes slamming shut. My face burned. I didn’t lower the gun.

“I think you love it,” he went on, a sexy, husky laugh in his voice.

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