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That wasn’t something I was ready to talk about with her yet. Maybe I’d said too much. I should keep my mouth shut and let her go home.
Codie’s pace faltered. She slowed down, turning to find me a step behind. “I thought you were obsessed with me because you couldn’t have me. Isn’t that what this is all about?”
Life would be so much simpler if she was right. But she wasn’t.
“Fuck no. That’s not what this is. I don’t really know what it is. I wish I did. I can’t get enough of you, Codie. If you think fucking you was the end of this, you’re wrong. I only want you more now.” Fuck me, why was I saying this shit? Why couldn’t I keep my damn mouth shut?
Codie came to a complete stop. Her gaze dropped to the asphalt path as she stared at her feet. Pressing a hand to her cheek, she drew in a shuddery breath. My gaze went to the bruises I’d left on her neck. Bruises from my hands and teeth. Marks that proved I’d been there. That I’d made her mine.
“I don’t think we should do this anymore,” she said, dragging her gaze to mine. “I’m done. This ends here.”
My initial reaction was to laugh. That only turned her slight frown into a glare. No way in hell was she getting rid of me that easily.
Catching her by both arms, I backed her up until she was pressed against the wooden post of the streetlight lining the path. “That’s not how this works, strawberry. You’re in too deep now to walk away. I won’t let you go.”
Her face crumpled into something almost pained. When I kissed her, she whimpered. “Stray don’t make this harder than it needs to be. Please.”
“You’re mine now, Codie. There’s no escaping me. Deep down I know you don’t even want to.” Again I kissed her, slipping my tongue between her lips. Despite her resistance, she opened up for me, kissing me back.
Her arms went around my neck, holding tight as she ravenously kissed me. If I hadn’t been drowning in her, I would’ve laughed. Her headstrong denial didn’t mean shit when she kissed me like this.
Needing to prove what I had said, I pulled the gun from where I’d tucked it into my waistband. I slid it inside herpink sweatpants, running the cold barrel down to the warmth between her legs.
Codie gasped, breaking off the kiss. “What are you doing? Get that thing away from me.”
I worked the gun inside her damp panties, pressing the end of the barrel against her clit. “Not until you come for me again. Do you still like danger, Codie? Does it still get you off?”
Careful not to touch the trigger in any way, I rubbed the barrel against her clit in slow circles. Applying enough pressure to really drive home the reality that I had a gun between her legs.
Codie grabbed my arm, making a useless attempt at prying it from inside her pants. No luck. “I don’t trust you. You have a loaded gun against my pussy. What kind of a maniac does that?”
“The kind of maniac who still has your cum drying on his cock.” I tilted my head to one side, grinning at her discomfort. Maybe she wanted to hate it, but she didn’t.
A little whimper slipped between her lips. Her head dropped back against the light post, her eyes fluttering closed. “We can’t do this anymore. It has to stop.”
“So stop me,” I taunted, continuing to work her clit with the gun. “Maybe your problem is that you know how twisted you are. Having me match your freak only drives that home. It’s not me you’re disgusted with. It’s you.”
Her little whimper became a moan. She still clutched my arm, no longer trying to push it away, but instead holding on for dear life. Her hips jerked a few times. Soon she was straight up riding the gun barrel. Rubbing her clit against it as her moans grew more frantic.
I couldn’t wait to get her alone somewhere more private. Somewhere I could see her naked body splayed out while I made her crazy for me. That would have to wait for another night. I was pretty sure Codie had taken all she could handle for now.
She whispered my name like a plea as she came. Her pretty eyes opened, emerald green surrounded by a ring of golden brown. I watched as she went from blissed out back to outraged.
Pulling the gun from her pants, I licked her arousal from the tip of the barrel. Eyes wide, Codie slowly shook her head. She gave me a shove in an effort to escape. Standing back to let her go, I started after her as she broke into a run.
Keeping my distance, I followed her home. There were more dangers out here than Codie realized. I needed to make sure she got home safely. When she ran into the building without a glance back, I walked away and faded into the night.
She clearly had some soul-searching to do. I’d forced her to face the truth. The more she enjoyed everything I did to her the more she hated me and herself. I could live with that. But could she?
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CODIE
“Wow, Storm, you look like a goddess. That dress is so beautiful.” Athena clapped her hands together, marveling at the wedding dress Storm modelled for us.
This was the fourth dress Storm had tried. Athena had reacted the same way for all of them. Maybe she really loved them that much, or maybe it was the champagne the lady running the shop had given us.
I nodded in agreement. “I knew the mermaid cut would look amazing on you. How does it feel?”
