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As perverse as it is, it’s begun to feel good. It’s begun to make me want more. For him to keep fucking me with it, harder and deeper, as I quiver and my hips buck against the weapon buried in my pussy.

“Ask me,” he demands, pressing his brow against mine.

I know what he means and yet I hang on until the very end. I bite down on my bottom lip to keep the moan from slipping out.

It happens anyway as my pussy throbs and pleasure looms.

“P-please,” I whine. “Please… just let me… make me…”

Come.

My orgasm crashes over me all at once. He’s pushed the pistol in deep and stimulated the right spot that’s my undoing. I’m crying, shedding tears, and writhing in place as tingly wave after tingly wave passes through me.

It leaves me dizzy and disoriented for seconds to come.

I barely register him withdrawing the pistol from my pussy. The sleek metal gleams with my juices.

He holds it up and then does the last thing I’d expect—he lifts his mask just enough for his scarred mouth to be visible and swipes his tongue at my cum. He returns the pistol to where he’d pointed it before, right at the side of his head.

My eyes widen like earlier, trying to make sense of this surreal moment.

Brontë squeezes the trigger.

Nothing.

Nothing happens. The pistol clicks, signaling no bullet. I watch in confusion as he drops open the chamber for me to see the inside of.

It’s empty. It’s been empty all along, like mine was when I fucked with him the other night.

I’d scream and rage at him if I weren’t so swept up in relief. If the powerful orgasm I just had didn’t leave me on damn cloud nine.

He produces a rough, guttural sound that can only be a laugh. The first laugh of his I’ve ever heard.

Maybe the first time a bubble of fondness floats to life inside me as I can’t help joining him. My dark laugh joins his as we share in the twisted moment together.

No one else would get it. No one would find humor in this situation like we have. The rest of the world would label us insane.

…and they’d probably be right.

Brontë returns the pistol to the waistband of his pants and then reaches out. His thumb travels the soft curve of my cheek before he leans closer and I find myself going still. Except for the flutter of my belly at his proximity.

He nuzzles the side of my face and grunts into my ear the last five words I’d ever expect. The longest sentence he’s said to me yet.

“I would never hurt you.”

21.Brontë

Obsession - Mellina Tey

Jael ran for her life into the woods.

I chased after her like I always have. I always will. She understands this no matter how many times she runs. She resists, but deep down she knows there’s no escape.

She disappeared among the trees in wild desperation. I came up the rear, quickly closing the gap despite how fatigued I was.

It was my natural urge to do so. My instinct to follow wherever she went.

But there was a secret that she didn’t know. It was how I found her. It was how all the others would always find her too.

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