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My legs threatened to buckle under me when he pressed the end of the gun harder against me to where I feared the slightest movement would cause it to slip into me. "But, you wouldn't actually do it… Right?" Right!? I mean, we talked about how I would be fine with being fucked by objects and toys and such, within reason. A gun definitely didn't fall into the gray or white zone… I think.

"Do you really want to test that?" He challenged with a nudge and cruel chuckle.

Not wanting to risk having a gun shoved up my cunt, I frantically snatched the pen up and signed my life away. I feared the glass would shatter from how hard I slammed the pen down when I was done. "There. Happy? Now take the gun away and let me go—ah!" The sudden blood rushing to my head from having my body hauled over Luciano's shoulder quickly shut me up for a moment. "Asshole! Put me down!" My fists pounded against his back in protest while I flailed my legs to try and kick his front side.

The struggle didn't last long. I ceased the moment he delivered a few hard smacks to my ass and warned me to behave, or he'd have me between his legs on the car ride home. Things were good until I tried to make a run for freedom the moment we got home. Unfortunately, I didn't get far because Luciano was much faster than I anticipated.

With my hair bunched up in his fist, he dragged me into the house behind him. "Ow! Stop! Let me go! You're hurting me!" Okay, it wasn't that bad, but I wanted to complain.

Glaring back at me in warning, he pushed me onto my knees and dragged me before him. "Shut your mouth before I do it for you." His deep voice sounded so loud coming down on me, and he looked more menacing from down on the ground.

Letting out an angry outcry, I slammed my fist against his thigh repeatedly. "Then let me go, and I'll shut up. Better yet, let me go and go rip those papers up, you psycho." I seethed up at him with a heavy scowl.

His lips softened and curled into a sardonic smile as he leaned down close to my face. "No." He flatly replied, his smile widening to a grin as he stood up straight again.

"Fuck you!" Pulling my arm back, I aimed a punch at his abdomen, only to have Luciano easily block it.

Unhappy with my actions, evident by the annoyed scowl on his face, he reached behind him and pulled his gun back out. Somewhat firmly, he pressed the end into my cheek, making my breath hitch with panic. "Luciano, this isn't funny anymore." Were we still in a scene? He wouldn't be this brazen or crazy otherwise, right? Or did he finally snap?

"You will be fucking me in a bit." Pressing the flat side of the barrel against my cheek, he slid it across and held it up for me to see the typically glistening metal barrel dulled out by my dried-up juices. "You're going to coat my cock like you did this gun."

Instinct and adrenaline kicked in fully when I felt his hold on my hair slacken. Holding my breath, I knocked the gun away with a whack of my hand and threw myself at his knees, hooking my arms around the back of it to buckle them, causing his heavy body to topple over to the ground. The instant I heard his ass hit the ground, I scrambled to my feet, booking it for the front door, only to be stopped by a bullet embedding itself into the slab of wood a few feet from me.

Holy fucking shit! That thing was loaded!? Oh my God!

I hoped to dear God he pulled out a different gun to shoot with and not the one he almost jammed up my vagina!

Sharply turning on my heel, I flew up the stairs and down the hallway, filling the hollow air with the sounds of heels clicking and heavy pants. The tense air shattered with the booming of another gunshot, followed by my shriek at the splinting wood from the impact of the bullet just a few inches from my feet.

Okay, he had to be fucking around with me. I mean, there was no way he would miss such easy shots. Unless he was being a sadistic fuck and wanted to torment me before doing the worst to me, which was a high possibility.

Then, like a damn cheesy horror movie, my ankle twists, making me trip over myself. "Motherfucker!" I hissed in pain at the burning throb in my ankle as I forced myself back up to my feet.

Pushing myself to spur forward, I haphazardly kicked my heels off as I struggled down the hallway to one of the open rooms. Given my luck, the room I happened to duck into was our room. Yeah, smart move on my end.

My hands instinctively went for the door to slam it shut, but I was too late.

Slam!

"Aah!"

Chapter 41

Juliet

I swear my heart stopped with my terrified shriek when Luciano's hand slammed against the door right before it fully shut.

A firm shove from his side sent the door open and me to the ground on my ass. "Luciano, please, don't." Maybe I could appease him and get him to stop, or at the very least, delay things enough to make another escape attempt.

"You really want to start off our marriage on such a wrong foot, sweetheart?" Oh God, the starkness and bite in his voice made my skin crawl at the term of endearment that usually had my heart purring with pleasure.

Kicking the door shut, Luciano kept his sharp eyes locked on me as he reached back and locked the door. Meanwhile, I was frantically scooting backward towards the balcony doors. I didn't get too far before stopping because of the sight of a gun barrel pointing right at me.

"I would really think twice about that plan, baby." He spoke in a calculated voice in tune with his slow and steady steps toward me.

Frozen in fear, all I could do was watch him with bated breath as he approached me, coming to a stop a mere inch from my terrified form. "On your knees." He commanded with a flick of his gun.

Not wanting to test his limits, I quickly fumbled onto my hands and knees before him. "Luciano, please, you're scaring me." I seriously wanted to piss and shit myself right now with him looming over me with his gun.

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