Page 76 of Sovereign

Fear thrills up my body and my head spins. He gently lifts me by the throat until I’m a foot from his face. Hanging from one of his enormous hands. I should be shaking, I should be fighting him, but all I can think about is the night we met. The way he looked at me in Clint’s office, eye-fucking me in front of my husband.

The question lurking on the back of my mind feels so much more real. Clint went to Sovereign Mountain and never returned. And somehow, despite all the strange coincidences, I’ve ended up in this man’s bed.

His grip tightens. Stars spark and my pussy throbs. I’m leaking and I know he can see it wet the pool table.

“Why did you call me that?” I manage.

The cold barrel of the handgun drags up my outer thigh. Down over the soft flesh of the underside and up again. My lids flutter and heat scorches my cheeks as he pushes it between my legs and up against my clit. Electricity shocks to my deepest point and my eyes fly open all the way. My breathing comes heavy and fast.

“You call yourself that,” he says from between his teeth.

My hips twitch, and the sight on the barrel touches the soft entrance of my pussy. It’s cold, but it’s delicious. Like having an ice cube touched to my sex.

“Are you just a Garrison slut?” he growls.

I feel the venom in his words when he says my surname. The gun presses a little lower and angles. Fear spikes and my survivalinstincts threaten to take over and make me fight him. But the need to release is far stronger.

I lock my eyes with him and hitch my hips and hump the barrel of the gun.

His jaw twitches.

“Fuck,” he breathes.

My head spins and I feel the steel tip of the gun enter my body. Oh God, I’m going to come or die. Just like the first time he put that enormous cock into my body and fucked me until I bled. What kind of man made someone bleed when they weren’t even a virgin?

He thrusts the barrel once. “Answer me.”

The grip on my throat eases just enough I can speak. Stars pop as air floods my brain, sending even more blood thrumming between my thighs.

“I am a Garrison,” I gasp. “Neither of us can change that.”

He tilts the gun and I feel it push against my G-spot. The entrance of my sex throbs, so sensitive it aches as my tight muscles grip the weapon.

“It should have been me,” he says, jaw tight. “I should have been the one to fuck you first.”

I’m rising higher and higher. Pleasure is a hot itch deep in my hips and I can’t keep my body still. He thrusts the gun into my pussy and I thrust back onto it.

“You had enough blood,” I gasp.

He growls in his chest, his forearm flexing and fingers tightening on my neck again. “He might have fucked you first, but I’m going to ruin you for any other man.”

My head rolls from side to side. My eyes are wet and my hips are shaking so badly they’re rattling the table.

I can feel his rage. This is bigger than me…and yet here I am right at the center of it.

“Come for me, little redbird,” he says, his voice dropping until it rumbles. “This cunt was made to come for me. Give it what it wants.”

Pleasure bursts around the barrel of his gun, now warm from being inside me. My eyes snap shut and my spine goes hard as steel. Arcing and locking. He pumps the weapon up into me and I hear how wet I am past the sound of our panting breaths.

The gun is jerked from me and the euphoria of not being dead from it hits my brain. Better than when he released my throat while I was coming in the hall. I hear his zipper and then he’s inside me. So hard and fast that the pain splits like a knife through my hips.

Will I ever get used to his size? Or will I always scream like this?

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

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