Page 74 of Brutal Reign
My nipples are already tight and aching, and when I roll them between my fingers, I whimper. I don’t care how shameless I look, or that I’ll probably have a million regrets the moment I come. Right now, nothing has ever felt this good.
He circles the tip at my entrance, and my breath stutters. Then, with a slow, deliberate push, he slides the length of the gun inside me.
My eyes snap open in shock. Is this really happening? Am I really going to let him fuck me with his gun? Except it’s already happening, and it feels surprisingly good.
“Look at you, wife,” he rasps. “Dripping around the barrel like you actually might enjoy this.”
He pushes his weight forward, spreading me even wider, his eyes eating up the view.
“You want to come like this? On my gun?”
God help me, I do.
“This changes nothing,” I say fiercely.
“This changes fucking everything,” he growls.
With that, he surges forward, capturing my mouth in a kiss that demolishes any pretense this could be casual. His tongue claims mine, his teeth grazing my lower lip. It’s not soft or careful; it’s about dominance and control. And I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t a turn-on.
Sparks ignite beneath my skin as his thumb strums my clit while he thrusts his pistol in and out of me, angling it to hit every nerve ending.
“That’s it,” he rasps, leaning down to capture the hardened peak of my nipple into his mouth. He licks a slow, hot circle around the tip before sucking hard. My back arches off the sofa with a choked cry.
“You have no idea how fucking good you look right now. Your tits in my face, your pussy leaving a mess all over my gun.”
“I’m— I’m—” I lose my ability to speak when he twists the barrel inside me. Who knew hard metal could feel this good? Or maybe it’s the gorgeous man leaning over me, his eyes hooded as he watches me come undone.
The orgasm hits like a lightning strike. I bury my face in his neck to muffle the cries spilling from my lips. My core spasms around the steel, waves of pleasure crashing through me. He works me through it, drawing out every last tremor until I can’t take any more.
When I finally lift my head, he licks my cum off the muzzle, eyes heavy, like my taste is pure heaven.
My heart is beating fast in my chest. Emotions that I don’t know how to process swirl inside me. The pull between us is magnetic and addictive, and I’m already caught in his current.
I have to look away from him as I slowly rise from the couch and lower my robe back in place.
“That was a one-time thing,” I say, my voice shaky.
Pavel leans back, totally unbothered. “If that’s what you need to tell yourself, wife.” I can feel his stare on me as I retreat,burning into my back like a brand. “By the way, it wasn’t loaded.”
Great.
The worst part isn’t that I let him touch me. It’s that, even as I walk away, my body is already craving more.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-EIGHT
PAVEL
The lockeddoor at the bottom of the stairs yields to my code. The room beyond glows with blue light from a wall of monitors, speakers blasting some techno-industrial track that makes my skull pound. Dinara doesn’t look up when I enter, her fingers flying over the keyboard.
“About time you showed up,” she says, turning down the deafening music with a remote.
I drop into the leather chair behind her, stretching my legs out. My body aches with exhaustion, and I rub a hand over my face, feeling the stubble there. “Give me a break. I was at the warehouse dealing with…a problem.”
My knuckles still ache from persuading our truck driver that skimming product from us was a very poor career move. Most people know better, but every now and then, someone needs a reminder.
Dinara glances down at my bruised knuckles, then up at my face where I can’t hide the smile tugging at my lips. She tilts her head. “Why are you grinning like an idiot?”
