Page 117 of In Love with a Ruthless Man

Yet.

He heard the prince say musingly, “You’re quite the lucky man, aren’t you, Bennett? But don’t celebrate just yet, mm? I can fire the gun again and again until we get to the slot thatdoeshave a bullet in it—-”

Grant broke down.

He choked. He cried. He begged. He did all things that destroyed his pride, but at that moment he no longer cared.

But it was too late.

Shoving the barrel deeper down Grant’s throat, the prince murmured, “I’m going to repeat what I said one last time, and you will answer by nodding or shaking your head. Yes?”

Grant nodded jerkily, the barrel bumping up against the roof of his mouth.

“First – you’re a cock-sucking son of a bitch, to eventhinkof something that vile—-” As the prince spoke, the cold rod of metal pushed an inch farther inside before pulling out, mimicking the movements of a cock.

“Do you agree, Bennett?”

Tears of humiliated rage burned his eyes, but Grant still made himself nod.

A smile formed on the prince’s lips. “It’s good that we understand each other now.” He motioned for one of his men to take over. Stepping back, he said dispassionately, “Let’s give this gentleman what he wants and make sure to get him to suck as much cock as he needs.”

Grant jerked.

“Yes, sir.”

The barrel started thrusting harder and faster into Grant’s throat, partially blocking his airway, and Grant began to gasp for oxygen.

Almost from a distance, he heard the prince say, “Show us how much you love to suck cocks.”

Knowing what was asked of him, Grant’s stomach turned over, and he began to retch.

But the prince only shook his head, sighing, “Bennett, Bennett, Bennett. Do you need to be reminded? If you don’t do what I tell you to do, I’ll get you to swallow a fucking bullet.”

Ruthless green eyes glittered down on Grant.

“So start sucking.”

Even as Grant choked on his own vomit, he forced his tongue to move, and he slowly, painfully, began to suck.

“That’s a good cock-sucking boy.”

The prince’s men laughed.

Grant’s tears rolled down faster on his face, but even so, he couldn’t make himself stop sucking on the barrel of the gun.

The prince crouched down in front of him. “Now,” he purred, “here’s what else I need you to do.”

You will continue acting like Fawn’s boyfriend on paper.

You will not tell Fawn or anyone else about what happened tonight.

You will not do anything that would hurt Fawn.

THE PRINCE WATCHEDexpressionlessly as his men half-escorted, half-carried a completely unresisting Grant out of the premises. Bennett was silent and pale-faced, his eyes dull, his body still trembling from his ordeal and stinking of vomit.

He was no longer the same man he used to be, and the prince knew that if Bennett proved to be even weaker than he believed, he would never be the same man again.

One of his guards approached him, the prince’s Desert Eagle in his hand. “Your gun, sir?”

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