Page 124 of Falling in Reverse

I’d be scared too.

“Pull your panties to the side,” Torin orders as his gun drops to my hip. I do what he says, then feel the abrasion of metal glide across my clit.

This crazy fucker.

I squeeze him, silently warning him to watch his fucking self, because if he shoots me down there, I’m going to cut his whole dick off.

Sliding my fingers into the hole of his tight boxers, the velvety skin of his cock glides across my fingertips. I’m rewarded then with his own, the pads of his fingers brushing along my wet clit and sending a throbbing need into my lower gut. The barrel of his weapon rubbing underneath my pussy and against one thigh in tandem to his touch.

I lock my jaw when he circles the sensitive nub of my body, heeding my reaction which I’m just allowing to be genuine. I can wash Torin Wildes off me, but can he do the same?

“You’re ballsy as fuck to let me touch you when your Levi Wallace’s,” he asserts, his voice rich and deep but not giving anything away. “I’ve seen him kill people for less. But then again…you allowed me to touch you when you were Matteo De Leon’s, too.”

“I guess you hold my life in your hands.”

“How many men of his have you fucked when he hasn’t touched you?” Torin’s middle finger dips inside me and my inner muscles clench around the single digits.

Damn.

I haven’t had sex in months and it’s taking its toll right now. My brain is starting to shut down all sense. All it craves is for him to keep touching me like he is now so I can come.

“No one,” I finally transmit through a whisper.

“What?”

My eyes flick up to his, burning full of intensity now as he waits for my answer. “No one. I’m not that stupid to fuck one of his men underneath his nose.”

“So you thought being in another town was going to keep this from reaching his ears?” I open my mouth, but he slides another finger inside me and I grasp one of the wooden shelves above me, soliciting a strangled hum of pleasure to leave my throat.

“Do you guys write letters back and forth about your exploits?”

He begins to slowly pump his joined fingers and I try again to fasten onto the here and now.

Not how my traitorous pussy greedily desires more.

“That would be something,” he divulges, drawing his extremities until they’re almost out of me before excruciatingly sliding them back in. “I almost don’t buy that Levi doesn’t go balls deep inside this tight pussy.”

“You don’t buy that maybe I’m wet for you, Pretty Boy?” I sluggishly draw my palm back and forth around his cock. “Give yourself some more credit.”

“Quit teasing me, Wildfire,” he leers, withdrawing himself from me—for real this time when his gun replaces the warm touch he just offered me. “You didn’t seem to want to jump my dick the other day when you shoved me in that shipping container. You definitely didn’t let me that close like you just did Reeve without shoving me away. All I see is disgust when I’m around. How you’d rather just see me disappear.”

The high-risk object embeds itself at my entrance as he ever so gently begins to work it inside my body.

In and out.

In and slowly out.

He uses my wetness to coat more of the weapon before he tries to go deeper, testing my body and if it can take it. The smooth metal of the silencer works as a perfect replacement if what landed within the depths of the other side couldn’t kill me.

This is fucked up…but it feels so good.

His gaze falls between us as he watches himself fuck me with his prized possession. I spread my legs wider, which only causes his attention to promptly come right back to me.

“I want you to come all over this gun so when I kill your man, you’ll be with me when I do.”

You fucked-up son of a bitch.

I glare at him. “You think that’s gonna get me off?”

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