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Fireworks explode behind my eyes as my cum coats Rohan’s lips and tongue. I lie there panting, my body spent from the pressure of my release. Finally, he steadies me on my feet, leaving me craving for more. “As much as I’d love to bend you over this countertop and fuck you from behind, I need to get going.” He leans forward, claiming my mouth with my cum still glistening on his lips.
Eventually, he pulls back, and instantly, I miss him. Then, as if the reality of what he has to do next hits him, his hand settles on his neck as he rubs his nerves away. I know he’s struggling with leaving me here by myself with everything going on, but honestly, I’m looking forward to the alone time, so I can gather my thoughts.
“I’ll be fine, Rohan.”
“I’ll only be a few hours, tops.”
“And I’ll be right here when you get back.”
I can see his thoughts as they dance across his face, then suddenly, he’s taking my hand and pulling me out of the kitchen and down the long hallway. Finally, he halts in front of a large painting, then drops my hand as he tugs the right side and opens it like a door. A gasp leaves my mouth when I see the large black safe nestled seamlessly into the wall. Standing by, I watch as Rohan punches a code into the keypad before twisting the dial. The click of the lock floods the air, and then Rohan pulls the safe open, showcasing a mirage of firearms.
My eyes widen as shock settles tiny goosebumps along my skin. He reaches in, pulling out not one but two handguns. I watch him with a mixture of awe and terror as he does whatever checks people do with guns, and then he shoves the first one into the waistband at the back of his suit pants.
With the second gun in hand, he pulls me into his body until my back meets his front. He then reaches around and places the gun in my hands. “Wrap your hands around the grip,” he demands, placing his chin on my shoulder. His hot breath brushes along my neck as I swallow back the fear, and do as he asks.
“When holding a handgun, your grip should be high and tight, meaning there should be no spaces between your flesh and the gun.” I follow his instructions, ignoring the rapid rhythm of my heart as it tries to escape my rib cage.
“Now, can you see that vase by the door?” he whispers against my neck, and I nod my reply. “That’s your target. Don’t look directly at it. You need to line up the front and rear sights.” He points to the two little triangles on either end of the barrel. “The front sight should be in clear focus, while the rear sight will be a little fuzzy. Don’t pull the trigger until you see both sights aligned.”
Peering over my shoulder, he places my arms where he wants them to be. “Now, use the centre of the pad on your index fingertip and the first knuckle joint to press down the trigger.”
I line my finger up and draw in a breath.
“Now, shoot.”
The force of the bullet leaving the barrel cocks my shoulders back, but Rohan’s steady stance behind me keeps me rooted in place.
The vase explodes, spreading several shards of chain shattering through the air. “Good girl,” he praises before pressing a kiss on my neck. Finally, he spins me around to face him. “Now, if anyone dares come into this house while I’m gone, shoot first, ask questions later.”
“Rohan! I can’t shoot someone.”
“Sure you can. Just remember what I said. High and tight, line up your sights, and pull the trigger.”
“You’re insane.”
“Only about you.” He gives me one last lingering kiss before he leaves me standing in the middle of the hallway, completely naked, and holding a gun.
What the actual fuck?
* * *
It’s been almostthree hours since Rohan left, and I can’t seem to settle the nervous energy swarming like a colony of angry bees in my stomach. I’ve done everything I can think of to pass the time, even walking through the beautiful gardens, and picking some flowers from the blossoming camilla rose and lavender bushes. When I can’t focus on anything other than where he is and if he’s safe, I decide to relieve the tension in my muscles by taking advantage of the large claw bathtub I saw in the master ensuite.
As the water fills the tub, I dissect the flowers I picked from the garden and scatter the petals into the water, perfuming the air. Once the bath is ready, I step in and slide my body underneath the water. Laying my head back against the brass tub, I close my eyes and let the water wash away all my worries.
Beyond relaxed, I bathe in the quiet time, leaving the stress of yesterday behind, and shutting out the world as it turns around me.
Suddenly, a tight grip clasps my neck, and my eyes spring open. Greeted by a black balaclava, my eyes then connect to penetrating pools of forest green. Everything about this intruder is reminiscent of the very first night Rohan and I collided paths.
The man before me, dressed in black from head to toe, has my heart thundering in my chest as the fear I once felt overrides my senses. It can’t be him…no, it can’t. “Rohan?” I croak beneath the pressure of his chokehold, begging for him to prove my wild thoughts wrong.
Gone is the desire that danced around those eyes this morning, burnt away by whatever demon blackens his murderous glare.
“Pretty little Saoirse.” The words slither from his lips, each syllable wrapped in disgust, seeping into the heart I’d stupidly given him.
“Rohan…please, stop!” Something dark crosses his eyes as I plead his name, but he doesn’t loosen his hold. The bathwater splashes as I tear at his wrist, fighting to free myself, but it’s useless.
Through the slight cut out of his mask, I watch in fear as a slow, toxic smile creeps across his face. “Did you really believeIcould love you?”
