Page 44 of King of Violence

“My dick or my gun?”

His fingers grip the couch. “Both.”

I could explode just from that dirty request, but I must be patient. Tonight is about Felix.

I lean back before picking up my gun, which is still wet with Felix’s spit, and slip it inside of him.

Felix cries out from the cold metal and presses himself back against it. I’m careful not to force it too far, but Felix doesn’t seem to care.

I grab his ass cheek, gripping it tightly until it’s red. “You’re taking it so well.”

Felix begins touching himself, stroking eagerly, his release so close.

I’m kissing any exposed skin my mouth can reach. My free hand roams over him like he’s my lifeline. “God, you’re so hot. I need you so bad.”

I yank my gun from his ass and replace it with my cock. His tight hole sucks me in greedily, making me moan.

“Julian!”

My name sounds so lovely in his mouth. I never want it to stop, so I drive into him,hard.

Felix doesn’t stop calling my name, and I’m happy the closest neighbor is two miles down the road because Felix’s voice seems to be shaking the walls.

“Ah!” Felix coats his hand in his seed and presses back into me.

Seeing him sticky and pink pushes me over the edge. I come inside of him, my cock pulsing along with my heartbeat.

After a few moments of heavy breathing and sweaty skin, I pull away and lean my head against the couch. Felix breathes heavily as he collapses against the cushions.

And I wonder how much longer I’ll be able to keep my little piece of paradise a secret.

FELIX

The coffee shop buzzes with life, the clinking of cups and hum of conversation blending into a backdrop of comforting chaos. I’ve always liked this place and its cozy anonymity, but today it feels like the walls are closing in.

I didn’t sleep much last night.

I shift in my seat, still sore from my midnight activities with Julian. Every time I close my eyes, flashes of Julian fill my head: the way his hands felt on my skin, the intensity in his gaze, the way he kissed me like he was trying to memorize every inch of me. It was...overwhelming, in the best and most terrifying way.

I can still feel him, his warmth lingering like an ember that refuses to burn out. It’s distracting, maddening even, but there’s no use pretending I didn’t want it to happen. Idid.

But now, in the cold light of day, my mind won’t stop dissecting it.

What did it mean to him? Was it just a moment of escape, or something more? And what does it mean for us? For me?

I run my fingers through my hair, trying and failing to focus on the files spread out in front of me. My body’s here, but my head is still in that safe house, replaying every stolen breath and whispered word.

There was something raw about Julian last night—something I’ve never seen before. He wasn’t the guarded, charming guy I’ve been getting to know. He was vulnerable, almost fragile, like he was holding himself together by sheer willpower. And yet, he was so sure, so certain in the way he touched me, like he was afraid I’d slip through his fingers if he let go.

It scared me. Not the way he looked at me, but the way I wanted him to keep looking at me like that.

I thought I knew what I was getting into with Julian, but last night changed everything. It’s no longer just stolen glances and heated arguments; it’s this...connection I didn’t see coming.

And maybe that’s the scariest part.

I glance at my phone, half-expecting a text from him, though I have no idea what I’d say back. Last night was messy and complicated, but it felt like the most honest thing I’ve experienced in years.

Ben sits across from me, his laptop propped open but ignored. He’s sipping his coffee, eyebrows raised in mild curiosity. He’s always been good at reading me, which is both a blessing and a curse.

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