Page 56 of The Devil Within

“Bad news for you,” I cock an eyebrow at him. “You just received four new piercings to your member. No sex for six to eight weeks until it’s fully healed.”

He doesn’t need to know the way my stomach drops at the thought of not having him. My pussy is aching, throbbing for him. The evidence of my need for him is currently dripping down my thighs. But this is my chance. I might still have achance at control here if I can regain the upper hand.

His chest vibrates with aggressive frustration before his eyes scan my face, looking for any kind of sign that I’m bluffing. I’m not. It’s not good for the healing process. His eyes flip up in frustration when he realizes that I won’t bend. And then they land on the gun still grasped in my hand. His fingers tighten on my wrists, holding me against the cold glass. A smirk spreads across his face and his eyes glimmer with sinister delight.

“Don’t you fucking dare, Luke,” I warn with as much authority as I can muster.

His other hand reaches up, wrapping around the butt of the firearm and trying to wrestle it from my grip. I flail and kick at him but it’s no use, he’s large, stronger, and faster than I am. He manages to pull the weapon from my grip. I reach out with my free hand to slap him but he’s too fast. His large palm wraps around both my wrists and pins them painfully above my head.

“You are mine. You’ve been mine since the moment I laid eyes on you on Halloween. I’ve never wanted to possess anything as much as I’ve wanted you.”

He pushes his knee between my thighs, separating them despite my attempts to keep them pinned. The bite of the cold metal against my soaked center has me sucking in a tight breath. He runs the barrel along the lips of my pussy. The feeling is horrifying and delicious. I’ve already been so worked up by his previous touches that it doesn’t take long for my pussy to be dripping again.

He licks and nips at my earlobe before whispering to me, “And now that I have you, I am never letting you go.”

The barrel of the gun slips between my lips, hard and cool against my entrance. I can’t stop the mewls and moans that slip from my mouth as I grind against him. In my mind I know this is fucked up, and yet I can’t stop the pleasure tingles spreading through my entire body. My breath hitches, getting caught in mydiaphragm as he pushes the gun inside just enough to let me feel the cold metal inside me.

“I don’t need to use my cock to claim this pussy. I can feel it desperately trying to suck in anything I’m willing to give it.” He slowly moves the stiff steel in and out, driving it slightly deeper with each thrust. “Such a good little slut for me, aren’t you?”

I bite my lower lip, trying desperately not to show him just how much I’m enjoying this. Fear and the lust course through my veins, driving me higher than the strongest high. My entire body throbs with weightless pleasure.

“Tell me who this fucking pussy belongs to,” he growls as he pumps harder and deeper.

“You,” I moan, the words and noises tumbling from my lips against my will.

“Say my name.” He adjusts the gun and angles it to hit the bundle of nerves inside me that make me scream out in heady ecstasy.

His hand still holds my wrists tightly against the darkened glass while his other fucks me mercilessly with a gun. He brings his lips down to mine, kissing me and demanding entrance to my mouth with his tongue. I am powerless to deny him, letting him plunder and take every piece of pleasure I possess. He’s right, I’m his.

He pulls back, our heaving breaths mingling in the small space between us as he commands,

“Scream my name as you come on this gun. Let everyone know just exactly who owns this pussy.”

His tone leaves no room for argument. My body falls over the edge of chaos into waves of pleasure as my release hits me like a fucking train. My entire body rolls with electricity and my pussy clenches tightly around the gun.

“Fuck, Luke!” I shriek as my orgasm crescendos.

He doesn’t give me a break; he pumps in and out of me untilI’m sobbing and begging him to stop, the pleasure’s too intense to handle. He rips the gun from inside me. My body immediately sags with exhaustion but he keeps me held up by my wrists.

“Lick it clean,” he demands as he brings the gun up to my face.

It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him no, to fight him, but when I look up I’m met with his eyes. His normally darkened irises are swirling with fiery lust. His need is so demanding that I have no choice but to stick out my tongue and lick. The metallic taste of the metal mixes with the sweet sensation of my release. It’s sinfully sadistic and I can’t help but be enraptured by the heat with which Luke is watching me. There really is a devil beneath his controlled and cool facade.

“Good fucking girl,” he grits out between clenched teeth.

Then suddenly, his warmth drops away. He takes a step back, my body instantly cooling without his closeness. I sink to the floor, utterly exhausted, both mentally and physically. Opening the clip, he pulls it from the gun, revealing the complete lack of bullets. He turns the gun, showing me the safety firmly in the on position. He smirks and lets the gun fall to the floor with a deafening crash.

“I knew you’d never hurt me, my siren. Your soul knows you’re meant to be mine.”

I’m full of rage, shame, and pain, but I can’t deny the truth of his words. As much as I hate his methods, I can’t deny that he’s snaked his way inside me and I fear there’s no coming back from this.

I’m his.

THIRTY-ONE

Luke

River by BRKN LOVE

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