Page 24 of Velvet Cruelty

“It will look better if it’s simultaneous,” Eli considers Basher. “No, not you.”

Doc points to his chest. “Me?”

“You already kissed her you pezzo di merda.” Piece of shit.

“Fine. Then it should be who Parker wants to see the least. The gargoyle.”

Ell turns to me. “Do you want to do it?”

That heat again, boiling through my veins. Setting my muscles twitching. “Whatever works.”

“Fine. Use the Walther.”

I stride to the table by the fire and pick up the gun. Basher practically lunges for me. “Not that one.”

I raise the weapon, ready to crack it over his head but he waves his hands. “I don’t wanna stop you. There’s blood on it.”

I look down. The barrel is flecked with Cooper’s gore. “Huh.”

I turn to the girl, disgust etched into every line of her pretty, childish face. My chest tightens. For years I’ve watched her from a distance, but this is hatred at close range. “You still want me to use it?” I ask Eli.

He grins. “You’re a sick man. No. Use yours.”

I hand Bobby the Walther and unholster my Glock. “You’ll do the talking?”

Eli checks his hair in a nearby mirror. “Of course. Let’s go.”

The girl goes still as I approach. Fixed like a bunny in headlights.

“Open your mouth.”

She presses her full lips together. They’re so plush it’s as if they were designed by a man who spent years perfecting the art. I reach out to pinch her nostrils but before I do, she complies. I stare into the expanse of her mouth and my cock stiffens against my leg. It’s not a slow acceleration, I go from detached to hard as if I was sunk into a woman and I imagine fucking the girl’s face while the others watch. Coming down her virgin throat.

Instead, I shove the gun in her mouth.

Her arms spring up, pushing against me. I grasp her shoulder and pin her to the chair one-handed. She claws at me, but her slaps and scratches are like kisses on my arms. I shove the barrel deeper. She screams and the revolver catches the sound and gargles it. I pump, but only slightly. The way I would if it was my cock between her teeth.

“Good,” Eli says behind me, his voice thick as honey.

“The bitch needs to calm down or she’ll choke for real,” Doc says. “Show her, Adri.”

I release the girl’s shoulder and clasp her neck. It’s so slender, it’s like gripping a swan. “Stop screaming and suck.”

She moans around the barrel. I tighten the fingers at her throat. “You want me to make it my dick?”

“Nnnghh!”

Doc laughs. “Bad luck, big guy.”

I ignore him and look right into the girl’s eyes. “You wanna lose your virginity to a pistol?”

“Nnnngggghh.”

I bend to her ear. “You’ll get the barrel first. But keep fussing and I’ll try for the handle.”

A small gasp and the pressure on the gun slackens. Her head bobs back and forth, drawing on the barrel with loud, sloppy pulls. She has no idea what she’s doing, but at least she’s doing it. I look at Eli. “You ready?”

“I am,” he says, amused. “Good work.”

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