Page 82 of Moth to a Flame

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“I trust you.” He’s closer now. Lining his mouth to the barrel of the gun.

His lips part.

His gaze is fixed on me.

“No.” I shake my head, keeping my gun where it is. “No. Don’t. Don’t make me.”

He’s so still that he doesn’t even blink.

My heart races, and then it hits me.

Then I realize how to take the power back. What Landon is asking of me.

I’m steady as I shove the gun into his mouth.

Landon stays put. There’s not an ounce of fear in him. If anything, his eyes grow darker. His breath slows with each rise and fall of his shoulders.

He’s offering himself to me. While he’s usually the one to take, to fuck, to decide for me, tonight he’s turned into something else. Tonight, it’s like he’s really inside my nightmares, reaching into my past, and giving back what was taken from me.

What was robbed from me.

The power over my life. The control.

Some things won’t ever be fixed. Some parts of me are gone for good. I’m never getting them back.

Permanent damage was done, and that’s a fact.

But this. This hollow, spiraling part of me, Landon can fix it.

He is fixing it.

He wraps his lips around the gun and fuck.Fuck.

That’s the hottest thing ever. It should be illegal, how sexy his lips look around the black barrel. How phallic.

I can’t stop myself. I can’t help dragging it in and out of his mouth. Pulling it back until it’s almost out, and pushing it back in, I feel the resistance from his pressed lips.

I’m fucking my boyfriend’s mouth with my loaded gun.

And he likes it. He groans, fisting the sheets. He even rolls his eyes before cutting his gaze back to mine.

I like it too. So much so that my nightmare is gone. I finally see the person in front of me. It’s the man I love, the man who’ll do anything for me.

Protect me. Shield me. Own me in the filthiest ways.

With my consent. Always with my consent.

My nipples peak. My panties are a mess. I’m panting as heat spreads like a wildfire from my face to the tips of my toes.

“Good girl.” At an inhuman speed, Landon removes the gun from my grip. He still holds it while he moves down my body and yanks me by the ankle. “Such a good girl, Regan.”

I’m lying on my back. Speaking is beyond me. I love him so much that I’m choking on the emotion.

“Such a good girl.” He bats my hands away when I reach for him, moving up my body to straddle my shoulders. “I’m going to show you now.”

“Show me what?” It’s barely a breath.

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