Page 43 of King of Violence

I close the distance between us. “I don’t want you to regret this,” I say, my voice quiet but firm. “Being with me. Seeing all of this.”

His eyes soften, but his expression stays guarded. “I don’t know what I feel right now. But I’m here, aren’t I?”

I reach for him, my hand cupping his face. His skin is warm under my touch, and when he leans into it, my breath catches.

“You’re in deeper than you intended,” I murmur.

“So are you,” he replies, a faint smile tugging at his lips despite the tension.

The weight of the moment breaks as he steps closer and I pull him into a kiss—hard and desperate, like he’s the only thing keeping me from falling apart. He doesn’t resist. If anything, he matches me with a fire I didn’t expect, his hands tangling in my hair as he presses against me.

We stumble back toward the couch and I lower him onto it, my lips never leaving his. His breath hitches when my hands find the hem of his shirt, and he arches into my touch as I slide it off, baring his chest to me.

I reach for the gun that’s tucked into the hem of my pants and put it on the coffee table, doing my best not to leave Felix’s lips.

Felix’s eyes track the movement, and I feel his cock hardening against my thigh.

I pull away, looking down at him. “Do you want to hold it?”

“Your dick or your gun?” Felix teases.

“Either is fine with me.” I suck on his neck, leaving a hickey before sitting up and unloading the gun.

He watches me as my hands expertly disarm the weapon before I hold it out to him. He doesn’t reach for it.

“What? Scared?”

Felix rolls his eyes. “No, I just...” He blushes, which makes my cock twitch with excitement.

I slide the barrel of the gun against Felix’s bulge. “Just what?”

He flushes even deeper, unable to answer.

I drag the gun up and down against him. “Does this turn you on, baby?” I unbutton his jeans and pull down his briefs, freeing his cock. It’s fucking huge, bigger than I’ve ever seen it before.

Felix’s eyes are dark with need as he begins rubbing his shaft. Oh, he fucking wants mebad.

“Open your mouth,” I demand.

He obeys so nicely. Opening his mouth wide, saliva drips from his tongue. I slide my gun into his mouth. “Now be a good boy and suck it.”

His eyes widen, but he obeys, sucking the metal into his mouth like it’s my own member. I undo my pants with one hand and begin stroking myself.

Felix, half-naked in front of me and getting off from sucking my gun, is not where I thought this night would go, but I can’t help but shove my weapon in deeper. Felix takes it, pumping his dick faster.

“Fuck, you look so pretty.” My voice is hoarse as I gently pull the gun from his mouth. “Take off your clothes and bend over.”

Felix rushes to pull off his jeans and bends himself over the arm of the chair.

I spread his cheeks and drag my tongue over his asshole. Damn, he prepped himself for me. He’s been waiting for me to fuck him all day, and it’s making me delirious.

Felix’s moans fill the empty safe house as I eat him out. I don’t think I’ve ever heard a sound so sweet.

“Julian, I...” he pants.

“You what?” I lick along his spine, causing goosebumps to scatter across his skin.

“I want it inside of me,” he says quietly into the cushions.

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