Page 49 of Depraved

The sound of my gunshot was deafening in the confined space. Tate's head snapped back, a spray of crimson misting the air. The bullet had struck him square between the eyes, ending his life instantly. His body went limp in Gage's grasp, sliding down the wall to crumple in an undignified heap on the floor.

Gage stumbled backward, his eyes wide as he stared at Tate's lifeless form. Slowly, he turned to face me, his expression a complex mix of emotions—relief, gratitude, and a hint of grief. But mostly relief.

Something unspoken passed between us—an understanding. The test was over. He’d proven himself, willing to go through with it, but I’d spared him the final, irrevocable act.

Blood trickled down my arm, staining my tactical gear a darker shade of black. The pain in my shoulder throbbed in timewith my racing heartbeat, but I barely noticed it. All my focus was on Gage.

The gunshots outside the office gradually tapered off, replaced by an eerie silence broken only by the occasional groan of the wounded. Motes of dust danced in the dim emergency lighting.

I stared and Gage and he stared at me, his chest heaving. Then, as if a damn had broken, he stalked towards me with predatory grace, each step deliberate and purposeful. The distance between us seemed to shrink impossibly fast. Before I could react, his hands were on me, large palms cupping my face with surprising gentleness.

For a heartbeat, we stood there, our ragged breaths mingling in the sliver of space between us. Then his lips crashed into mine.

The kiss was brutal and desperate. It tasted of blood and heartbreak. Gage's fingers tangled in my hair, tugging just hard enough to send sparks of pleasure-pain shooting down my spine.

Gage's hands moved down my body, gripping my thighs and lifting me effortlessly. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me to the large oak desk in the center of the office. With one powerful sweep of his arm, he sent papers, folders, and a computer monitor crashing to the floor.

The sound of shattering electronics barely registered as Gage laid me on the desk's cool surface. His hands were everywhere, leaving smears of blood on my skin. I could feel the sticky wetness of my own blood seeping from the wound in my shoulder, mingling with the sweat and grime that coated both our bodies. The metallic scent of it filled my nostrils.

Now wasn’t the time, but I couldn’t stop. The bloodlust was rampant, and my need for him had to be sated. Dimly, I heard the office door close with a soft click. Someone had shut it, giving us privacy, but I couldn't bring myself to care who it was. All thatmattered was Gage's hands on my body, his lips hot against my throat.

I fumbled with the straps of his tactical vest, my fingers slick with blood as I struggled to remove the heavy garment. Gage shrugged it off impatiently before attacking the buttons of his shirt. Unwilling to wait, I gripped the fabric and yanked, sending buttons flying across the room.

Scooting off the desk I turned around, placing my palms on the desk. Gage's hands moved to my waistband, fingers hooking under the fabric of my pants. With a swift tug, he yanked them down over my hips.

He growled low in his throat, cursing under his breath. The clink and scrape of his belt coming undone had me nearly grinding back onto him.

I propped myself up on my elbows, wincing slightly at the pain in my wounded shoulder. But the discomfort faded to background noise as he spread my legs wider, fisting my hair hard and lined himself up with my wet pussy.

With one powerful thrust, Gage buried himself inside me. I cried out, my back arching as he stretched and filled me completely. The burn of the sudden intrusion mingled with waves of pleasure.

He didn't give me time to adjust. He withdrew almost completely before slamming back in, setting a brutal pace. The desk creaked and groaned beneath us, inching forward with each thrust. Papers scattered across the floor, crunching under our feet.

I braced myself against the desk, my fingers scrabbling for purchase on the smooth surface. Gage's hand fisted in my hair, yanking my head back as he pounded into me relentlessly.

"Fuck, Lala," Gage growled, his voice rough and raw. "You feel so goddamn good."

"Harder," I demanded, pushing back to meet his thrusts.

Gage growled, the sound utterly possessive. He released my hair, his hand moving to grip the back of my neck instead. With a swift movement, he shoved me down, pressing my cheek against the cool wood of the desk. I cried out, my nails digging into the desk as waves of pleasure crashed over me.

Gage's other hand gripped my hip bruisingly tight, holding me in place as he pounded into me with animalistic fervor. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room.

"That's it, take it," Gage growled, his voice strained with exertion. "Take every fucking inch, baby." I could feel the tension building, coiling tighter and tighter in my core. My walls clenched around him, drawing a guttural groan from Gage's throat. "Gonna come for me, Lala?" he panted, his rhythm faltering slightly. "Gonna come all over my cock?"

All I could do was moan. I couldn’t even form words. He shifted slightly, changing the angle of his thrusts. The new position had him hitting my g-spot with each stroke, and I knew I wouldn't last much longer.

Gage's thrusts became even more frenzied, his fingers digging into my flesh hard enough to leave bruises. The pain mingled exquisitely with the mounting pleasure, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

"Lala," he growled, his voice raw and desperate. "Fuck, Lala, I'm yours. Do you hear me? I'll worship you like a fucking goddess for the rest of my life."

His words sent a jolt of electricity through me. I turned my head, meeting his intense gaze over my shoulder. His eyes were wild, pupils blown wide.

"Say it again—" I hissed, needing to hear it.

"I'm yours," Gage repeated, punctuating each word with a powerful thrust. "I'm fucking yours, baby."

I cried out Gage's name, my body convulsing as I came hard. Gage followed me over the edge with a guttural roar. His hipsstuttered, grinding deep as he emptied himself inside me. I could feel the hot pulse of his cum, filling me as his cock throbbed.

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