Page 12 of Double Dare

“Yeah, I’m sorry,” I squeal. “I’m not some washed-up whore you can use and abuse whenever you want.”

My words come out harsh and laced with venom, and I hope he can feel my complete embarrassment and anger. It’s been less than twenty-four hours, and he’s already managed to make me feel a plethora of emotions—anger being at the very top of the list.

I try to slide off the table, but again, he pulls his gun from behind him. “Don’t move, love. He has work to do.”

I shake my head. “You got me fucked-up. All you’ve done is use fear to keep me docile. I’m sure that gun isn’t even loaded, or you would have used it by now.” A dumb thing to say considering Isawhim use it, but something tells me he won’t use it on me—not to kill me anyway.

At least hopefully.

He chuckles, then points the barrel to the ceiling and pulls the trigger. A loud bang sounds around us, echoing off the walls and slamming back into my head as small pieces of drywall fall from the ceiling like snow. I jump and let out a small scream.

“Next one goes in your temple,” he warns before looking back at the bald guy. “Now serve her, and if she doesn’t come, I’ll kill you.”

The guy shakes his head. “I don’t want to fuck your woman, sir.”

“I don’t give a fuck what you want to do. You’re going to do as I say. I told you, you weren’t making me happy, so fix it.”

“Watching me fuck what’s yours will make you happy?” he asks. “You’re a sick fuck,” he mumbles but undoes his pants.

“What was that?” Adrian questions, sitting up in his chair.

“I said it would be an honor, sir.”

Adrian nods. “That’s what I thought.”

Sliding up to me, the man pumps himself, trying to get his uncooperative dick hard. His eyes lock to mine, and silently, I can see the apology in them.

I nod and drop my arms from around me before reaching for him. Grabbing onto his biceps, I pull him toward me and whisper in his ear, “It’s okay. I’ll be fine. Just do what you have to do.”

I mean the words I’m saying too. This is quite literally life or death, so if I have to take some dick to live, count me in. I mean, isn’t that what I’m already doing with Adrian? I’m fucking him to ensure my brother’s life. Liking it though, that’s a different story. One I’m not ready to comment on. And whatever this is with the bodyguard could be worse. The goon could be unattractive and smell, but he isn’t. I can tell he doesn’t want to do this just as much as me, but one of us has to pull the trigger—so to speak.

He nods stiffly. “I’ll be fast.”

Closing my eyes, I lean back and spread my legs before he pushes into me slowly and gently. The first thrust feels wrong. The second is pure torture, but by the third, I think I can do this.

It’s clear Adrian wants a show. He wants to see me fall apart and beg for it all to stop, but I’m not that person. I won’t go down without a fight. If he wants a show, I’ll give him a show of my own.

He continues pumping into me enthusiastically, probably a mixture of fear and bliss. Pushing myself up on my elbows, I moan and look Adrian dead in his eyes. “Right there! Don’t stop!” I scream.

If he thinks I’m his to do what he wants with, I’ll show him I enjoy it. He doesn’t get to break me down and make me crack. I’m here for a reason, and until my dare is complete and I have his word Dario is safe, I’m going to play the fucking part.

“God, yes! Harder!” I scream, arching my back.

Adrian smiles, letting his jaw tic. “You like that, love?”

I nod and pout my lips. “He feels so good.”

That earns me another smile, and for some reason, it fills me with pride. He may be stronger physically, but I’m stronger mentally. And if this is what it takes to make him happy—to make him love me—then you bet your ass I’m going to do it. A few dreadful days with him doesn’t compare to the thousands I’ll be getting once I hit twenty-five, or the assurance my brother is safe.

“Don’t come in her,” he remarks, keeping his eyes on me.

I give him a malicious smile of my own before gripping the man’s arms and letting myself completely fall apart around him. A few more thrusts, and he pulls himself out and comes all over the floor.

Stuffing himself back in his pants, he lets out a breath, then wipes the gleam of sweat from his forehead. “Happy now?”

Adrian laughs. “Fucking enthused.” Then, he shoots him.

His body falls to the floor, blood oozing from the gunshot wound in his head, and mixes with the cum on the floor.

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