Page 40 of Primal

What the hell?!

Zyran laughs when my eyes widen in fear. Is he really going to shoot me?

“Relax,” he says softly, dragging the gun across my skin. “You’ll feel good in a minute. I promise.”

He quickly pulls my shorts and underwear down and discards them somewhere behind him. I stiffen when I feel the barrel lined up with my entrance.

“You would do anything to get your locket back?” he asks, in a tone that suggests he already knows the answer.

When I nod, he takes the safety off and says, “Then ride my gun like it’s the best dick you’ve ever had.”

Without warning, he slams the gun inside me, causing me to cry out from the way it stretches me apart. I don’t remember the last time I had sex, but I remember that the last guy I slept with wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy me.

Zyran’s movements are harsh, yet precise, as he angles the gun to hit that spot deep inside of me. I close my eyes and moan around the gag in my mouth. His breath fans across my neck right before he bites down, and I cry out again from the pain and pleasure of it all. It’s too much, but not enough at the same time.

I need more.

I need him.

When Zyran starts pumping the gun faster, I whimper pitifully. It feels so good, but I don’t know if I’ll be able to come without him inside me.

“Come on, baby,” he murmurs against my neck, licking the bite mark. “Come for me.”

I shake my head, try to tell him I can’t, even though I can feel the pressure building.

He chuckles when I start grinding against the gun. My fingernails feel like they’re about to pop off from the force of me digging them into the wall.

I try to think of anything to keep myself from coming, because I only want to come on his cock, but my orgasm comes fast—and hard.

My muffled screams fill the room as I squirt all over the gun and Zyran’s hand. He doesn’t stop pumping until he’s wrenched every bit of my orgasm out of me.

Tears fall down my cheeks, and he licks them away like he did when he tied me up in the forest.

“Good girl,” he praises before removing the gag and lifting the gun to my lips. “Now clean up the mess you made.”

Without any hesitation, my tongue shoots out and licks the gun clean of my release. When I’m done, he presses his fingers into my mouth so I can clean them, too. All the while, his eyes never leave my face. My cheeks burn from the intensity of his dark gaze within that mask I love so much and the warmth his proximity provides.

Now that I’ve done what he wants—and, let’s be honest, it’s what I wanted, too—I expect him to untie me and give my things back, but his eyes turn cold and hard when he raises the knife and presses the tip of it into my stomach.

“I’m not done with you yet, butterfly.”

CHAPTER 31

ZYRAN

Kiara’s eyes grow wide with fear and confusion.

“What do you mean?” she asks, alarmed. She watches as I drag the tip of the knife in small, slow circles until I reach her clit again.

Flipping the knife so I’m holding the blade, I shove the handle into her wet pussy without warning. Her sharp cry of pain makes my dick strain against my jeans.

“I want you to come again,” I tell her, removing the knife.

Her chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath. “I already?—”

She gasps when I spin her around without letting her finish her sentence. Kicking her feet apart, I bend her over slightly and push her face against the wall.

The low sun casts shadows along the walls, and even in the darkness of the room, her pussy glistens.

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