Page 106 of Wanted
“Will you be a good little princess and suck your friend off?” Fylox asked, rubbing the gun on my thigh.
“Which friend?” I asked.
“This friend.” Fylox raised the gun to my cheek, gently caressing my skin with it.
“Fylox.” Alex was having none of it. “Be careful.”
Fylox snickered. “Part those full lips for me. Let me shove my friend down your throat, princess.”
“But… I’d rather suck you off…” This pounding pressure in my head kept me dizzy. Aram had touched me today. I still felt his fingers on the small of my back. I could smell him on me.
“You haven’t earned that right today.” Fylox let the gun trace my lips, smearing my lipstick. “Suck your friend off like you suck all of your friends.”
“You’re not my friends,” I intervened. I didn’t want them to suffer for me. They had their lives back in Indianapolis. Who the fuck was I to keep them in my home? “You’re my everything…”
Fylox seized the moment, and he snuck the cold metal between my lips. It hit my teeth first, but this wasn’t real flesh. Alex minded my teeth more than Fylox. While Alex liked the back of my throat, Fylox’s head rolled back when I paid extra attention to the crown of his cock. Fylox didn’t mind when I bit him; he embellished in pain.
Alex gasped next to us. Fylox rose from the floor, staring down at me while my lips wrapped around the gun in his hand. Was it loaded? I had done worse things than suck a loaded gun. If he pulled the trigger, I’d be safe.
“Suck.”
“Please…” My muffled pleads fell on deaf ears.
“We’re working on your fears. Show this gun some love. This is what protects you. Put that little mouth of yours to work. You always shower us with your mouth. The guns that protect you are getting jealous.” He shoved the gun further inside my mouth, and I urged myself to believe he had cleaned it before shoving it down my throat. His cognac eyes were drunk off fury. There was a darkness in them that had fired up ever since we arrived in Katantia. “This is what protects you. We protect you. I’ll kill anyone that dares to lay a hand on you.”
My tongue licked at the gun between my lips, and I shuddered at the sharp taste. I compartmentalized. I couldn’t think about how dirty it was. A small whimper escaped me.
“Fylox, is it loaded?” Alex asked. I hated myself for what he sounded like, full of agony.
“What do you think?” Fylox sounded insane. I fed off his insanity. I sucked on the gun like a good little princess. Fylox turned his attention to me again. “Where are your cock-sucking skills, princess? Impress me.”
“Don’t push me,” I mumbled, but the words didn’t come out because of the gun in my mouth.
I took the gun further inside of me, and I wet it. My hands were firmly placed on my thighs. This was Fylox’s way of distracting me. He pushed my boundaries, fucking my mouth with an object I feared. I didn’t see a friend in a gun. I saw fear and blood. I gagged.
“Easy there,” Alex commented, caressing my thigh. “Fylox, I can’t watch you do this.”
My face was quite possibly red; I felt the heat radiating from me. Tears flowed down my cheek, but it wasn’t the fake blowjob. The guys probably thought that, though.
Your men are fucking dead, he said.
“I think our brat needs food, don’t you, Alex?”
“Fuck, yes.”
“Can you get her something to eat while I calm her down?”
“I’m not leaving the room without the gun.”
“Are you scared I’m going to shoot your wife?”
I didn’t even flinch. I trusted Fylox with my life.
Alex shook his head. “Both of you need my supervision. I’m not leaving you alone while you’re all calm, and she’s all flustered.”
Fylox removed the gun from my lips, and I gasped. My breaths came in heavy and fast, making me heave. Alex kissed the top of my head, and then he left the room with Fylox’s gun in his hand.
I stared ahead, noticing dust crumbs near the television. My fingers itched to pick them up and throw them out. They were messing up my living room.
