Page 57 of The Hand that Frays

I rock back and forth, causing him to groan.

“Lyla,” he warns, but I’m too far gone. Too greedy.

He can punish me later.

I think he’s dropped the Glock to the floor or tossed it aside, but that’s where I’m wrong.

I hear him spit before I feel the glob of saliva slide through my ass cheeks.

A broken moan curdles in my throat as the cold barrel of the gun caresses the tight, puckered hole.

At the sight of it, he fucks me harder.

He’s deriving pleasure from the idea of the gun pressing inside me, and fuck, I am, too.

“Do it. Fuck me with it,” I beg breathlessly.

Usually, I’d get some clipped response about knowing my place, but not tonight.

The Butcher needs this as much as I do.

He leans over my body, fisting my hair and yanking my head back as he works the tip of the gun into my ass, never missing a pounding beat with his cock as he fucks me.

Once the gun is inside me, he slogs it in and out, testing it as he bends his knees and fucks me from a different angle.

The feel of the gun with how he fucks me still is overwhelming. My breathing has halted as I acclimate to the full feeling.

My ass burns, but it only serves to drive me closer to coming.

“Two weapons inside you tonight, stupid girl. Fuck, you’re so pretty so close todeath.”

His words cause a boiling heat in my veins.

The safety is off, and the gun is fully loaded. I’d left it so.

“Would you let me kill you like this? Would you let your husband blow your ass to smithereens?”

“Yes!” the sick side of me Neo bred answers for me without considering the ramifications of him following through.

“I bet you would look so pretty sprayed across these walls, stupid love. Like a painting at the National Gallery.”

My moan comes with a tightening in my belly.

I’m so close to unraveling for him.

Soon, I’ll fall to bits and pieces beneath him as a sheen of sweat breaks out across my flesh.

“Too bad I’m not through with you yet,” he grits.

He picks up the pace with the gun in my ass, and my eyes roll back in my head as my orgasm is right around the corner.

“What will you do when you’re through with me?” I pant.

He tightens his grip on my hair. “I’ll never be through with you, stupid girl. Never!”

It’s what breaks through the wall, impeding my coming apart, and I scream through a powerful orgasm as I feel my cunt squirt around him.

Only a few more punishing strokes, and he’s following me, my name on his lips as he breaks.

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