Page 62 of Cruel Boy Toy


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I moan, rolling myself into it.

“How long will you be able to love me, knowing what I am?”

Here it is, the darkest part of me stripped and exposed. Ready to spill the heat between my legs all over the gun my lover used to blow a guy’s brains out, but then again, I once came all over the hilt of his knife, too. It’s not like I didn’t know, deep down, what he used it for.

Leaning my weight against the bookcase, I hook my leg around his hip and grab his wrist, causing the gun to slip past my dress to my flimsy lace panties. I rock myself against it, activating the butt plug with my movements. Arousal soaks my panties at the fullness and lethality of the sensation. Micah’s body remains still as a statue, but he stares at me like he could eat me alive.

I know it’s not lost on him that I didn’t answer his question. But even though I can admit to myself that all I want in this world is to spend the rest of my life with him, I can’t possibly let it happen in real life, even if it were possible.

He. Is. A. Killer.

And I’m about to come all over his gun.

A smirk curls up his mouth, as if he can read the hypocrisy all over my face. Sure enough, he takes this psycho fuckery up a notch by hooking the muzzle of his gun into the side of my panties, the metal sliding directly on my inflamed skin.

My hips jerk forward, my body firing up with the need to feel that instrument of destruction inside me, but then I pull back. I’m surely going insane. But he drops the knife and his large hand clamps down on my ass as he switches the gun safety on. He traps me in place while pushing the muzzle inside my pussy.

I suck in a breath and stiffen, adrenaline shooting through my veins. My treacherous pussy clenches around the muzzle, wanting Micah to fuck it to orgasm with his gun. He obliges while keeping that smirk on, pushing it inch for inch until I can feel the barrel against my folds, the muzzle all the way inside, making me feel incredibly full with the butt plug stuffing my ass, too.

“You don’t understand, do you, Eva?” he growls while sliding the muzzle a few inches out and then in again, giving me exactly what I want. “You still don’t understand what I’m capable of for you.” He cocks his head to inspect me closely, making me aware of how shamelessly I’m responding to the moves of his hand. “How about I show you?” He jerks his chin toward Rufus’ bleeding form. “Shall I eviscerate this bastard with one hand while using the other one to fuck you with my gun? Or do you prefer me to make you come first, and enjoy the show later?”

I shudder, but instead of slowing down, I fuck his gun faster while holding on to his wrist with both hands. His hand presses hard on my ass, keeping me in place while his gun drives deeper, fucking me harder.

“Kneel in front of a man again, Eva, and I’ll gut him right in front of you. Any man touches you, and I chop his fingers off before I sever his whole hand. A guy looks at you again the way Santi Rossi did, and I’ll nail him to a fucking cross and use him as a shooting target, while keeping him alive all through it.” His words drip with violence, and I know he means each and every one of them. But instead of turning me off, they send the pleasure mounting in my core and, when he groans deeply like he can barely keep himself in check, I come all over his gun like a twisting snake, my cheeks hot and my hands grabbing desperately for the bookcase above my head, seeking balance so I can writhe harder.

Micah’s low groans mingle with my unrestrained sounds of pleasure. We’re locked in here so no one can hear us, but even if they could, I wouldn’t care. My pleasure explodes onto his gun and creeps all over my body, leaving me spent and my knees weak as it subsides.

It’s only when my head starts to clear that I realize we’re not alone.

A man leans against the closed door, his legs crossed at the ankles, and claps his hands when he realizes I saw him. How the hell did he get in here?

“What a show,” he says. “Under any other circumstances I would have asked to join, but my stepson made it clear he won’t share.”

I quickly dismount from Micah’s gun and smooth the dress over my legs, but Micah doesn’t seem as surprised.

“You knew he was here?” I whisper-shriek.

“Of course I did. I was waiting for him.”

“Then why the hell didn’t you stop?”

“He didn’t stop, dear Eva,” Romano replies in Micah’s place, “because he was making a point. He was showing me that you belonged to him, and him alone. And he’s clearly ready to kill for you. The question is, is he also ready to die for you?”

Micah keeps staring at me as if he wants to commit every one of my features to memory. The heat in my cheeks, the film of sweat on my neck, the shine in my eyes after the orgasm he gave me right in front of our archenemy.

The door is closed, and this space is clearly soundproof, but the commotion from before returns to my mind with a vengeance. If Romano is here, then...

“Annie,” I cry out, my eyes widening. “Justine!”

“Don’t worry,” Micah says, running the back of his fingers softly over my jaw, his eyes filled with an emotion that knots my guts. “Sade and Carlton took them to safety before I barged in here. I wouldn’t have put your friend and my future sister-in-law in mortal danger.” A sad smile lifts his lips, and it’s gutting me, because it feels like a goodbye smile. “I’m kind of wounded that you expected I’d ever do that.”

Romano claps his hands, a threatening sound that wrenches my attention back to him. But it doesn’t seem to impress Micah, whose gaze remains fixed on my face, drinking in every one of my reactions.

“Well, son, I must congratulate you on what you did with the Morningstar guards. You sure went to town on them.” He motions around the room with his finger while still leaning against the door. “I should thank you, really. You took out the most dangerous ones, since their best men ran in here to protect their bosses.”

“How the hell did he get in here?” I mumble, leaning into Micah. He turns to face his stepfather, placing himself half in my way so I can still see Romano, but so he can also protect me if he tries anything.

“He and Sade are the only ones who can unlock the systems,” he explains. “I was betting on him coming here to wait out the bloodbath outside.”

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