Page 59 of Twisted Union

Freaking spanks me!

A sound between a huff and a shout comes out of me. “Viktor—” His next spank cuts me off.

“I think you need to be punished for running away. Don’t you?” He gives me three quick spanks in a row. Each one hurts more than the last. I try wiggling away from him, but Viktor grabs my hips and holds me in place.

“Remember how you asked me if I wanted you dead?” I grit out. I cry when he spanks me again. It feels like fire has been poured across my freaking backside. “I do. I most definitely want you dead.”

He chuckles as he continues his onslaught on my ass. I keep fighting it, refusing to give up. I’ve never been a submissive woman, and I won’t start now.

I kick my leg out and connect it to Viktor’s knee. He stumbles back, and I flip around, but before I can get up, Viktor grabs my hips and draws me to the edge of the bed.

“This new position is better. Easier to fuck you this way.”

I want to hate it, but his words make me shiver with pleasure. “Well, this position makes it easier for me to do this.” I aim my foot for his balls, but he knocks my foot away.

“Please, Gemma. We’ve been over this. You don’t hurt a man’s balls.”

“Oh? I didn’t get that memo.” I kick out again, but Viktor grabs my leg and pulls me off the bed. I land on the ground with a huff, all the air leaving my body.

He winces in a mocking way. “Oops. Sorry.” Before I can reply, he kisses me. I grab his face, digging my nail into his skin. Viktor pulls me onto his lap and puts his hand between my legs, cupping my pussy. I moan into his mouth as he starts rubbing me. When he bites my lip hard, I gasp and kiss him back even harder. The wildness between us is intense and all-consuming, and I think I’m addicted to it. It might be toxic—no, I’m sure it is—but I honestly don’t care. Things between Viktor and I are up and down like a rollercoaster. And I’m here to enjoy the high.

Viktor pulls out his cock and presses it to my entrance. “I have an idea.”

“What? I just need you inside me.”

He grips my hips before I can lower myself onto him. “Wait, baby. This will be fun.” He pulls his gun out and presses it to my head. My heart is beating like crazy, but I don’t feel as afraid as I think I probably should be. “Russian Roulette.”

“We’ve already done this.”

“Not while having sex, we haven’t.” And then Viktor grabs my hip and pulls me onto his cock. My moan is muffled by his lips. I grind my hips down, feeling him hit that sweet spot within me. It’s like magic.

Until Viktor pulls the trigger.

Nothing happens. I’m alive. The sudden realization that I could have died but didn’t spurs me on. I increase my pace, riding Viktor like it might be the last time. And it just might be.

He presses the gun into my hand, and I raise it to his head. This is insane.

“What if you die?”

He grips my hips tighter. “Then I die.”

I pull the trigger.

Just a click and nothing. A rough breath escapes me. Viktor and I laugh as we continue to fuck, our bodies driving into each other. He rips my shirt up and kisses my breasts. When he bites down on my skin, I gasp and almost come from that alone. “Viktor!”

He grabs the gun back and points it at my head and fires. I’m alive for another round. Now, it’s my turn again. Viktor looks even more turned on when I press the gun to his head. With a deep breath, I shoot.

Relief spreads through me when he survives.

“Only one bullet left,” he says. We’re fucking like cavemen—wild, animalistic, primordial. When I’m with Viktor like this, I feel free. No rules can hold me down. It’s an intoxicating feeling.

I give him one more kiss in case it’s my last.

Viktor aims the gun at my head. Our eyes lock as our bodies move as one. The look in his gaze makes me wonder if this is really it. Am I going to die at this moment?

At the last moment, Viktor aims the gun to the ceiling and fires. The loud sound of gunshot goes off.

And I come.

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