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He swiftly turns his face in my direction, giving me a tiny shake of his head with a stern look. My eyes narrow as I glare back at him, but settle back down on my knees when he slowly looks back in Ethan’s direction.
Ethan’s eyes are comically wide, staring at the dangerous man in front of him. Ethan knows how ruthless and savage I can be, but I think he's just now realizing Van here might be just as menacing, possibly even more so due to his size.
“Do you want to die right now? I have several ingenious ways of killing someone…and every single one of them is more painful than the last,” he says, tilting his head in dramatic fashion. Making Ethan think he actually has a choice. "What will it be?”
Ethan’s eyes move back and forth between Van and the gun. Every time his eyes focus on the 9mm semi-auto between his eyes, they go crosseyed. Making his decision, he settles his back against the boxes he’s sitting in front of. Van, biting down on his bottom lip, pushes the muzzle of the gun even harder into his forehead, making my ex wince.
“Good little bitch boy,” Van says, pulling the gun away and finally standing up. Walking backward, he doesn't tuck the weapon away like I thought he would. He holds it in his right hand down by his leg, with his pointer finger lying next to the trigger, ready at a moment's notice. "Pay close attention. You might learn a little something about how to treat your woman.”
Van glances over at Vicky’s bloody corpse still lying on the floor, her eyes still open but unfocused. He shrugs as he smirks, making me giggle. “Okay…maybe not your woman exactly.” Ethan’s eyes narrow and a lone tear slips out, running down his cheek.
Fucking pussy. He wouldn’t be going through this right now if he had only been loyal to me from the beginning. But no. He betrayed me and in the worst possible way, and this is what it gets him. The lesson of all lessons.
Van steps up in front of me, and I look up at him from my place on the ground, still on my knees. He towers over me in this position, and his dominance radiates from him in waves. With the connection we seem to have, I wonder if he will realize my masochistic needs.
So much we need to learn about one another, but I’m here for it. Day one of learning everything there is to know about each other. And if he’s willing to kill for me, speaks about wanting to claim me…what else would he be willing to do for me?
“Are you ready, Sweetness?” he asks. All I can do at this point is nod. “Good girl. Will you trust me?” That’s a loaded question, seeing as we just met tonight. I don’t trust easily, and Ethan is a very heavy reason as to why. Every man I’ve trusted has betrayed me. However, taking into consideration, every man I’ve been with hasn’t been anything like me. Van, on the other hand, seems to be a lot like me.
Looking up at him through my lashes, I decide to give Van the benefit of the doubt. I will give him trust until he proves otherwise. But I hope he understands that if he betrays the trust I’m going to be placing in him…I will add him to my list. And he will die right along with all the others.
He tilts his head, patiently waiting for my answer. I’m sure he knows how difficult this is going to be for me. “I will trust you. I hope for your sake…you don’t betray that trust.”
The smile that lifts his lips is gorgeous. He cups my chin with the hand not holding the gun as he leans down and softly kisses my lips. “I promise if you place your trust in me, Sweetness, I will never betray you. It’s not in my nature,” he whispers against my lips for only me to hear. “Let’s give him a show…” he says and leans close to my ear to be sure Ethan doesn’t hear him. “Since it’s the last thing he will ever see.”
His words make me smile. He gets it. Van was giving him false hope. Ethan thinks that if he sits there quietly and enjoyswhatever show Van is going to put on, he will live. He actually thinks we will just walk away for good.
After everything he’s done?
Not fucking likely, dickhead.
Van stands to his full height, separating his booted feet slightly as he looks down at me. My eyes stay glued on his, and when he’s in position, all emotion drops from his eyes, and his face is completely stoic once again. This is the man we first met.
Lifting the 9mm gun, he presses it to my temple. I don’t flinch, nor do I show any emotion whatsoever. I told him I would trust him. And he already said…this is a show we’re putting on.
“Take off my belt and pull my cock out,” he orders. I immediately react, but with slow, precise movements. First, removing his belt, but I don’t take it out of the loops, just leave it loose and let it dangle. Unbuttoning and unzipping his pants is a show all on its own. When I see how hard he already is, I lick my lips. My mouth is salivating at the thought that I will be tasting him soon enough.
I see a small wet spot where precome has leaked out, soaking a small place on his black boxer briefs. Looking up at him through my lashes, I give a slow, seductive blink before I let the tips of my fingers slowly pull down the stretchy hem, freeing him from the confines of his shorts. When the cool air from the basement hits his cock as he juts out right in my face, Van hisses.
Taking his heavy length in the palm of my hand, I sneak my tongue out, flicking it against the bulbous mushroom head, tasting his precome still there. The entire time, making sure to keep eye contact. Humming in appreciation of the taste, I lick my lips, moistening them, getting ready for whatever he has planned.
“Do that again,” he orders in a deep, gravelly voice, shuffling a little forward to get closer to me. Seeing him like this…at my mercy. I may be on my knees, but what people don’t get is I’mthe one in control. And with that thought, I’m soaking wet for this man.
This time, I dip down, lowering myself to lick him from right along his ballsack and slowly flattening my tongue on the way back up to the head of his cock. He takes a deep inhalation of breath.
“Fuuuucckkk,” he groans loudly, making me proud that I’m the one giving him this pleasure. “Suck it, Sweetness. I need your mouth. Show me what you can do.”
My eyes glance over at where Ethan is watching us with rapt attention. He may have wanted to play like he didn’t want to, but even I can see his dick is hard watching me do this to Van. When my eyes move back up to this gorgeous man above me, he’s wearing a small smirk behind his dominance. He’s enjoying being watched.
Leaning forward again, I swirl my tongue around the head, making sure to lap up the rest of his gift to me. I flatten my tongue and take his thick cock all the way back in my throat. Closing my lips around it, hollowing out my cheeks, and tucking my lips behind my teeth, I suck hard. I grab his jeans in my tight fists as I begin moving up and down his length, taking the whole thing entirely, letting it hit the back of my throat. Swallowing around the head, I make sure Van can feel it, but also so Ethan can see it.
Van removes the gun from my temple, sliding it in the back of his loose pants and boxer briefs again. He grips the top of my hair in his fist. When he moans, the tight pull on my scalp makes me groan as well. So many sounds coming from both of us, but his keep urging me on. Wanting to hear even more come from him, and see if I am able to push him over the edge like this.
“Fuck, sweet girl. You don’t…mmmm…you…fucking hell…don’t have a…uggghhh…gag reflex,” he grits out between heavy breaths, moans, and hisses. At the mention of that one talent, Itake him to the back of my throat, holding him there, and as I swallow around him again, I make him give a full body shiver.
That’s all it takes. He grips both sides of my head and pulls out of my mouth. He leans down close to my face. His pupils are so blown, and his eyes are concentrated on mine. “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue,” he orders, and I do exactly what he tells me. Excitedly, I see what he’s planning, and I’m fucking here for it.
Standing over me, he slowly lets his spit drop into my mouth, letting it slowly drip from his. When it hits my tongue, I hold it there and moan as his taste explodes in my mouth. His eyes watch as I flatten my tongue, letting his spit spill out of my mouth. He does it again and stands back up, still holding my head between his two hands.
