Page 45 of Syndicate of Sin Bundle

Fucking growled.

He pushed the muzzle of the gun back into my mouth. “You want to be desperate for fucking attention, Roxie? Show me how fucking desperate you are for Marco’s fucking attention.” He grasped my chin and forced me to look up at him as he stuck more of the barrel into my mouth.

Looked like I wasn’t the only one who was jealous.

He sneered at me, “Suck it.”

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Cristian stuffed more of the gun into my mouth and draped his other hand around my throat. Like the crazy, fucked up bitch I was, I wrapped my lips around the barrel, sucked my cheeks in, and stared up into his devilish brown eyes.

Bodies were pressed together, scantily clad waitresses strutted around in high-heeled black boots, and men were drunk off their asses. Club lights flashed around us; more people crowded into the room. Yet nobody saw little ol’ Roxie in the dark corner, on her knees, sucking off something that could murder her with the pull of a trigger.

“Suck it,” Cristian ordered again, turning the gun sideways.

I placed my hands on his knees and bobbed my head, warmth pooling between my legs. What the fuck was wrong with me? I didn’t know, didn’t think I’d ever know. But I fucking loved every second of this more than I’d ever thought I would.

He took my hand and placed it on his twitching bulge. “You’re the only fucking woman who can make me this fucking hard, Roxie.” He grasped my chin again and harshly stroked my jaw with his thumb. “The only fucking woman.”

My tongue glided across every inch, every crevice of the barrel. I closed my eyes and moved my head faster, pretending that it was Cristian’s cock in my mouth, and then I slipped my hand into my pants and touched myself.

It was wrong in every fucking way, but my pussy ached to be filled by him again.

“Fuck me, Cristian,” I mumbled on the muzzle, slobber rolling down my chin. I shoved two fingers inside my pussy and whined, the pressure building up inside me already. I bobbed my head some more on the barrel until I made myself gag. “Fuck me, please.”

He yanked me to my feet by the arm and pushed through the crowd to his office with his spit-coated gun in his other hand, walking around like he didn’t care who saw him. After pushing past some of his guards, he shoved me into the room, slammed the door closed, and thrust me against his desk.

As he savagely undid his pants and pulled out his hard cock, I shimmied out of my pants and spread my legs, showing off my sopping wet pussy. He wrapped his arms around my legs, pulled my ass to the edge so forcefully that my back slammed against his desk, and rammed himself into me.

When I parted my lips to let out a moan, Cristian stuffed the gun back into it. My eyes widened slightly as it hit the back of my throat, and I gagged up spit. I grasped his wrist and stared up at the man who did nothing but scowl.

“I didn’t give you permission to stop sucking.”

As he continued to pound into me, I sucked weakly on the barrel. He wrapped a hand around my throat and used his grip on me to fuck me faster and harder, to get deeper into my pussy.

“Fuck, principessa, you look so sexy like this. Wide brown eyes. Fiery mouth stuffed full with my gun. Rosy-red cheeks sucked in. Brow furrowed the more I fuck you over the edge.”

I clenched, heat rushing to my core, and moaned out on the gun. After a few moments, he growled like the monster he was, pulled the gun from my mouth, and pulled me toward him, his fingers strumming against my neck. Forehead resting against mine, he thrust his tongue into my mouth and kissed me hard.

With every passing moment, the pressure rose higher in my core.

“Cristian,” I mumbled against his lips, gripping his taut shoulders. “Cristian, I’m going to … I’m going to come.” My legs trembled around him.

“Don’t fucking come yet,” Cristian ordered. He pulled away from me and shouted over his shoulder to the door, “Marco!”

My eyes widened slightly as I clenched harder around him.

A few moments later, someone knocked on the door.

“Yes, boss?” Marco said through the door.

Cristian stared at me like the wild man he was and clenched his jaw. “Come the fuck in my office,” he ordered.

The door opened, and Marco walked into the room, staring at us.

Cristian moved his head to the side and scowled. “Roxie”—he slammed hard into me—“is”—he rammed his cock into me again, and my toes curled—“mine.”

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