Page 40 of Bleeding Blackheart

He orders some food for us, and we eat quietly and quickly. What was supposed to be a good night just went to shit, and the reality of my situation is starting to bring me down. Once I’m done eating, I try to get another drink, but my warden doesn’t allow that. Instead, he pays and hauls me out of my seat like a bag of trash. “Come on, we’re leaving.”

Too tired and buzzed to protest, I let him lead me back to my portable prison.

18

Gunner

Iwant to kill her. I want to choke her and spank her and fuck her and discipline her for being such a fucking brat.

Montana may not realize it, but she’d die without me. I literally pulled her out of a ditch and brought her back to life. And now she wants to throw away all of my hard work by shaking what God gave her so some psycho can scoop her up and cut her into tiny pieces. Not on my fucking watch.

She’s pissed at me. I can feel her anger simmering from her tiny little skeleton. But I don’t give a fuck. I’ve let her have a little too much fun, and it’s time to rein her back in.

Her hair is a mess around her face, her dress is still pushed up to her hips, and my resolve is hanging on by a thread.

I dig around in my suitcase, pulling out a pair of my handcuffs. “Give me your wrist, Montana.”

She kicks off her shoes at me and puts her hands on her hips. “If you need something to boss around, you need to go home to your fucking horses, Gunner. I’m done allowing you to tell me what to do.”

I step closer to her, making her back hit the nearest wall. “Montana, you proved tonight that you need someone to tell you what to do. You’re impulsive and irresponsible.”

Her eyes widen and she puffs out her chest. “And you need therapy.”

“Montana, you need a straight jacket.”

She slaps me while her hazel eyes blaze. “I’m putting my foot down.”

I grab her wrist that hangs in the air and wrench it behind her back while I grab her other, cuffing her hands together. “No—you’re getting your ass whipped.”

Her eyes water, and she turns her face to the side while I hold her down on the mattress. “You’re just like my father.”

My blood turns cold, and I take my hand off her back. I am a monster. Getting ready to tear into her right after she told me he beat her for a week straight. But I don’t want to apologize. Instead, I try to put the blame on her, notwanting to feel guilty. “I thought you said you liked when I spanked you, Montana.”

She looks up at me, sniffling. “I said I liked when you used your hand.”

I grip her wrists, unsure of whether I should let her go or make her suffer. “Are you saying you want me to use my hand?”

She looks away from me, closing her eyes. “I’m saying you better keep that belt away from me or I’ll never speak to you again.”

My palms sweat and my pulse elevates while I look at my little fox bent over for me. She lets out shallow and quick breaths, and I know she’s frightened.

I also know she’s turned on.

I want her. I fucking need her. And if I don’t fuck her soon, I’m gonna snap and kill somebody.

I feel like I’m on the edge of sanity, and I need to get some fresh air. But I don’t want to. I want to hurt Montana. I want to feel her blood-soaked cunt on my cock while I take out twelve years of need on her fragile body. I want to feel her fighting me. I want her to beg me to stop while I force her to take me hard and deep. I want to do shit to her I’ve never thought of before now. Things I never did with my Margaret.

I shove Montana’s dress higher until it’s bunched around her waist, and I yank her panties down that have a menstrual pad attached. She’s still bleeding, but way less than she was the first time I saw her like this. I’m still turned on just the same.

Montana moans softly, waking up the beast in me while I rub her smooth cheeks. Unable to hold back any longer, I undo my pants and let my cock free, wrapping one hand around my length while I use the other to slap her ass.

I spank her hard. Harder than I’ve done the past two times. She screams out and cries, and I slap both of her cheeks over and over while I jerk off.

“Fuck, Montana, you’re gonna make me do something I regret.”

I spank her again and jerk myself harder, fighting myself from sinking into her.

She sniffles with each slap, and then her low and sultry voice wraps around me. “I don’t want you to regret anything with me, Gunner.”

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