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“I just pull the trigger?” Her voice seems needy.
I should move away. Need to move away, but instead, my hand snakes around her flat stomach, pulling her back to my chest.
“Oh God,” she groans, staring straight ahead.
I dip my head so I can hover at her ear. “Wait until I tell you, and then you gently squeeze.” Her breathing comes in small gasps, and my other hand wraps around her small wrist to steady her.
“Now.” The gun fires loudly, and the birds protest, flying into the sky. My cock is so hard it’s painful.
“Again.” I hold her wrist steady as she fires, hitting the middle of the tree like a pro, her eyes wide as she stares almost in shock.
“Good, Julianna,” I praise her as she puffs out some air.
“I’m shaking,” she whispers.
“It’s the adrenaline. You like it, don’t you?” I’m not asking a question because I know she does, just like I know her mind, her body. She’s like me. Why I ever thought I could escape her—this—I don’t know, but I’m done.
“Yes,” she moans.
Moving my hand from her stomach to her breast, I roughly twist a hard nipple. My cock leaks as she hisses.
“Ryder…”
“Shhh.” I trace my tongue along the side of her face. “You don’t move. You don’t do anything until I say so. Let’s see how good of a girl you are.” My hand leaves her tit.
“Spread your legs, Julianna,” I murmur, my hand already inside her panties as we both moan at how fucking wet she is. Her cunt is like dripping honey, and I almost drop to my knees to eat it.
“Yeah, that’s my girl. Look at how this pussy drips for me. You want me to finger fuck you?” I bite her ear, and she tries to lower the gun.
“Did I say move?” As I thrust my middle finger inside her, my nostrils flare at how fucking tight she is, but I don’t move. Her eyes snap open and she focuses on me.
Desperate.
Feverish.
“Did I?” My voice is full of disapproval.
“No. But I need you to… please,” she whimpers.
Not gonna lie—I want her to beg.
“Shoot.” I command. My voice vibrates around us as my finger starts to fuck her deep. She grips the Glock and squeezes the trigger, firing one after another until she’s emptied the clip. My finger keeps fucking her as she continues to shoot, but the loud click is nothing compared to her scream as she comes. Her tight cunt greedily contracts on my finger as I fuck her deep.
“Yeah, that’s it. Come, Julianna. You’re so tight.” I pull my wet finger out to rub her swollen clit. “Stop shooting, baby.”
Her hands are white from clutching the gun so hard. I let go of her wrist to take the Glock away from her and use my other two fingers to rub her swollen clit.
“Look at me.”
Her head falls back, her lips red and swollen, her cheeks flushed. She’s magnificent. She’s also a virgin. Not that I’m upset at that.
“You don’t come until I say so.” Her nails dig into my forearms.
“But… I’m going to come,” she whimpers.
“When, if ever, do you pull your gun out?” My fingers roughly rub her clit.
“Only if I’m gonna shoot to kill,” she screams out frantically, her core already pulsing.
“Very good. Come.”
She sobs out a thank you, her eyes lock with mine, and she orgasms again.
“My room, now.”
JULIANNA
Past
Disciples’ clubhouse
Burbank, CA
“My room, now,” he says, his voice low and gritty.
It’s hard to catch my breath, much less put one foot in front of the other. I’m floating. Thank goodness for yoga. That and Ryder are propelling me forward.
“Ryder?” I clear my voice. All that comes out is a breathy moan. “I think you should know that I’m—”
“I know.” He nods at a couple of bikers who call out to him. I want to ask him what he knows. That I’m a virgin? That I can’t think, dream, or eat without it all being about him? Maybe all of the above?
Instead I say, “I’ve never done anything like that.”
“You’re gonna do a lot more than that,” he growls, dragging me back inside the clubhouse.
My stomach flips. Holy God, this is happening.
My eyes take in the dark walls as we pass, and I almost smile at all the mayhem. The many bikers, the drinking, and it’s not even ten. The plaster, which is cracking and looks like a fist or two smashed it, suddenly looks so inviting. I have zero idea why I was scared of everyone. If anything, I could see myself staying here.
“Enforcer?” A biker with the word “Prospect” on his vest yells at us while we pass, only Ryder doesn’t respond. All he does is hold up his hand. He’s so powerful people just listen to him and he doesn’t even have to talk.
God, he’s hot.
Bad boy.
