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A fresh wave of tears fall against my cheeks as fear grips me by the throat. I almost can’t breathe through the panic that claws at my insides to the point of pain.
“Elijah,” I whimper.
I’m not in the habit of begging for anything. Even in the bathroom at the restaurant when I begged him not to keep my family from me was a moment of weakness, but right now, I’m ready to drop to my knees and plead for my life. I’m not ready to die. I don’t want to miss out on Wynter having a baby and getting married, and I don’t want to miss those things for myself either. It’s not my time yet.
“Please don’t kill me,” I whisper the words before I can think better of them.
“Oh, little Snowflake. I’m not going to kill you,” he says, his other hand moving to rub my back in comforting circles. It’s almost enough to soothe me, but when he starts to speak again, I know I’m not going to like what he’s about to say. “What I am going to do is make you come all over this gun, and then I’m going to claim you the way I’ve been craving since the moment I laid eyes on you.”
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Elijah
As soon as the words leave my mouth, a tremble of fear and anticipation forces its way through Snow’s body. She’s stiff as a board bent over my desk, her cheek pressed into the cool wood and her hands bound behind her back.
I drag the barrel of the gun through her wet folds. I’ll admit, I didn’t expect my little Snowflake to get off on being fucked with a weapon, but if her pretty cunt is anything to go by, she’s craving my touch in any way I give it to her.
Her wetness coats the barrel, and I can’t help but groan at the sight. Who would have thought my innocent little Mafia princess could murder a man in cold blood, and then be aroused almost immediately afterward.
I press the tip against her tight opening, placing a hand on her lower back to hold her in place. She can’t get very far anyway, not with me right behind her and her hands bound, but I want complete control. I want her every move to be dictated by me, her every breath to be with my permission. It’s what I crave and what my little Snowflake will learn to give me.
“Elijah,” she breathes. My name on her lips is like a quiet prayer, halfway between a plea and a moan, and if I heard it over and over again every day for the rest of my life, I would die a happy man.
The moment the barrel slips past through her entrance, we both let out a groan and a smirk tugs at the corners of my lips. Shelikesit. Once the gun is seated inside her, I hold it still and say, “Beg.”
Snow’s body stills beneath mine and her breath catches in her throat at the command. If I didn’t already know she wasn’t used to dominant men in the bedroom, every time I’ve issued a demand since she was carried into this house would have told me everything I need to know.
A violent tremble overtakes her tiny frame and even my rough grip on her back doesn’t do anything to calm her. The part of me that’s obsessed with her and would kill anyone who dared to harm her wants to bundle her up in my arms and hold her until she stops shaking, but the savage man I’ve always been, the one who takes whatever I want, whenever I want, and doesn’t give a fuck about anyone else, pushes his way to the front.
“I said beg, Snow,” I growl. “Don’t make me ask again.”
A quiet sob fills the room, her tears falling against her cheeks and dripping onto the papers beneath her face.
“Elijah,” she cries, and it almost breaks my resolve, but I stand my ground, the monster holding on to us both without regard. “Please.” The word is so quiet I almost miss it, but it’s enough. It won’t always be the case, but I’ve already pushed her so far today, I can’t keep pushing without being willing to bend a little.
Slowly, I withdraw the gun until only the tip is inside her, and then I’m pushing it back into her tightness. Watching her tight cunt wrap around the barrel is almost enough for me to abandon this entire plan and fuck her within an inch of her life, but that will come. We both need to show a little patience.
Snow whimpers as I push the barrel deeper into her, the foreign feeling of metal clashing with her own need has her hands clawing at one another around the tie Mrs. Chambers put in my desk drawer in case of an emergency. It’s the first time it’s come in handy.
“Does my dirty girl like having a gun in her cunt?” I grind out.
She shakes her head against the desk, but by the way her pussy grips around the gun and her arousal coating the inside of her thighs, she’s only lying to herself.
“Little liar,” I murmur, releasing my hand from her back and moving it to the sensitive bundle of nerves between her legs. The moment my fingers brush against her clit, Snow lurches forward. “You’re going to come around the gun, Snow, and you’re going to do it exactly when I say so. Do you understand?”
“I can’t,” she whispers, the words almost completely absorbed by her sobs.
“You can and you will, Snow. It wasn’t a question, it’s an order,” I growl. I start drawing gentle circles into her clit, the motion at complete odds with the way I’m abusing her pretty pussy with the gun, but the combination of hard and soft only seems to make her drip more. I’ll never be able to use this gun again, never be able to wash her sweet scent from the metal or taint it with blood and death. I’ll keep it as a trophy, a reward for the first time I fucked my Snowflake. Maybe I’ll even frame it and show it to people when they visit. Now there’s an idea.
A broken sob cracks through and her body shakes with the violence of it, but I don’t relent. She’s going to do as she’s told, and she’s going to do it when I tell her because my patience is wearing thin. All I can think about as I watch the barrel disappear through her soaking wet folds is my cock doing the same thing, and it’s my own personal version of torture.
My eyes roam over her luscious curves, feasting on every bit of creamy skin I’ve uncovered. Her back and arms are still covered with the robe, but I’ll rectify that as soon as she comes. I want her naked body splayed out in front of me like a sacrificial offering. The thought only makes me more impatient to get inside her tight body.
“Come right now, Snow. Come all over the gun and then you can have my cock.”
“Elijah,” she murmurs.
“Right the fuck now, Snow,” I demand.
