Page 77 of Russian Roulette
“Stop worrying. I need to learn how to use a gun. If I need to quit, I’ll tell you.”
I carefully hand her the gun and watch as she practices shooting at the target over and over. She never complains or asks to rest. She’s tough and I admire that in her. When she tires and misses the target three times in a row, she lowers the gun.
“What am I doing wrong?” she asks in frustration. “I was doing well and now I’m screwing up. My progress is going backwards.”
“It might be your stance since we haven’t worked much on that and it’s a little off. I’ll help you.” I step up behind her and wrap my arms around her, gently guiding her into the proper stance. Her body is small and fragile in my grasp, but I’m confident that with the right training, she’ll soon be able to handle herself. The sweet fragrance of her shampoo is distracting, and I close my eyes for a moment, drinking it in.
“You need to get your stance right,” I tell her. “Stand with your feet shoulder-width apart and your weight distributed evenly between them. Lean forward slightly and bend your knees a little.” Her body is tense in my arms. “Loosen up a little and relax. You’re too rigid. The gun needs to become a natural extension of your body, a part of you. If you find yourself in a situation where you’ll need to use the gun, your reactions need to be automatic. We’ll keep working until you reach that point.”
I nudge her feet wider apart with my boot, making sure she’s steady. “Now, grip the gun with both hands like I showed you before. Keep your fingers off the trigger until you’re ready to shoot.”
She nods and takes a deep breath, preparing to take the next shot. “Remember to keep your arms straight,” I say, adjusting her position slightly. “This will help you absorb the recoil and stay on target. Are you ready? Try again. I’m right behind you.”
She squeezes the trigger. The kickback is strong, but she holds her ground, her arms straight and her grip firm.
“Good job,” I say, my voice low and encouraging. “Remember to relax your shoulders and breathe.” I massage her shoulders until the tight knots relax. Instead of removing my hands, I leave them there. “Now, go again.”
As she takes another shot, I sense the energy of the gun in my own body, the echoing sound of the gunshot reverberating through my chest. The smell of gunpowder is strong in the air, the tangy scent mixing in with the dust swirling around us, carried by the scorching hot wind. I’m in my element here with Jade and loving every minute. Her pleased expression when she hits the target tells me I’m not the only one.
She takes shot after shot, only slowing to reload. Her aim is improving, and she’s growing more confident. The longer I watch her, the more turned on I am. She’s gorgeous, and powerful as fuck with my gun in her hand.
I want her more than I have ever wanted anyone.
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VULCAN
When she lines up her next shot, I can’t resist sliding my hands from her shoulders along her sides to rest on her hips. Leaning over, I nuzzle the back of her warm neck and kiss the sensitive spot behind her ear. Her body unconsciously melts back into me, breaking her stance.
“Vulcan, how to expect me to concentrate with you doing that?” she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.
“You need to learn how to focus under stress,” I say. “Try to block me out and concentrate. Keep going.” I slip my hands under her shirt until they’re resting right below her heavy breasts. Her heart is beating wildly and her breathing is fast.
“I can’t,” she says, lowering the gun. “When you touch me, I can barely breathe, much less shoot a gun. We should stop.”
“Empty the remaining bullets,” I urge into her ear. “Feel the power of the gun and trust that it will protect you when you need it to.” I tighten my grip around her. “My arms are wrapped around you to share the rush of adrenaline flowing through your veins when you’re firing. You’re like me, Jade. You just don’t realize it yet. You love the adrenaline high the same way I do. We’re two of a kind and made for each other.”
She takes a deep breath and lifts the gun again. I cup her full breasts from behind and pinch her nipples through her bra. They’re already swollen and hard. “Does this excite you?” I ask, nipping her ear with my teeth.
“Yes,” she mumbles. “Fuck yes, everything about you excites me.”
I tug her body tighter against mine to press my erection against her ass. “Do you feel my cock?” I ask. “I’m throbbing for you. You’re so damn sexy and after you shoot one last time, I’m going to strip you naked and fuck you the way I’ve been dying to. Now shoot the fucking gun! Now!”
She fires the remaining bullets, one right after the other, without hesitation. Her aim is confident and her arm steady. When she finishes, she lowers the gun to her side.
“Is the gun empty?” I ask, reaching around her for it.
“Yes,” she answers. “I had four bullets left, and I shot them all.”
“Are you absolutely sure?” She nods and carefully hands it over to me. I tuck it into my waistband and turn her around in my arms. Leaning down, I capture her soft lips in a deep, hungry kiss. She sighs softly against my mouth and wraps her arms around my neck.
“I want you more than anything,” I murmur, my lips moving closer to her ear. “For the first moment I spotted you kicking Leroy in the balls, I couldn’t stop thinking about you, craving you, obsessing over you. Something wild and crazy is happening between us. Can you deny it?”
Her silence tells me everything. I push her long hair away from the back of her neck and nuzzle the hollow behind her ear. “There are so many dirty, bad things I want to do with you.”
“Is that the real reason you brought me here?” she asks with a breathless catch in her voice.
“Yes, and no. I had two reasons for bringing you here. We already accomplished one goal and now we’re on to the other.” I bite down gently on her earlobe and hear her sharp intake of breath. “Let’s go back to the cave.”
