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With this tall, tattooed, alpha man wrapped in a three-piece Armani suit, a gold cross chain around his neck, and a dangerous weapon in his hand, lazily roaming my femininity like he was marking his territory.
Who would have known I’d have a gun kink?
“Fuck, Darla.” Zeno used two fingers to spread my pussy and continued rubbing the gun over my opening, gathering wetness. He roved the weapon to my clit and circled slowly, with the faintest amount of pressure that had me rocking my hips in volition.
My entire body trembled.
I started sweating, panting, screwing my eyes closed.
“Keep your eyes on me,” he growled, slapping my flesh with blunt fingers. My gaze flew open, fixed on the beautiful, brutal man behind me, whose face was a mask of angry lust. “I’m going to fuck this cunt with my tongue until I’ve got you swollen and dripping with cum. Then I’ll ride you nine inches deep, baby. You’re going to cry and pull my hair after the first thrust. Just the thought of your blood smeared over my dick makes me so fucking hot. I can’t wait to taste you.” He dragged the gun back to my opening, leaving my clit engorged and desperate for his attention. It ached. It pulsed. “When I’ve broken you in, I’m going to fuck you the way I’ve been fantasizing—hard, deep, and so fucking long, you’ll never forget what it feels like to have me between your legs. And you’re going to dig your heels into my back and beg for more like a good fucking girl. Isn’t that right,bella?”
“Y-Yes.” My sweaty fingers and exhales fogged the mirror. Common sense told me I should be repelled by the idea of Zeno licking me after taking my virginity. But a larger part of my soul thrived when he’d tasted my blood in the alleyway. He liked that I got off on twisted things. Just like him. “I want you to do all of that and more.”
I wanted this thing between us—raw and ravenous—to be the beginning of a new bud. For this relationship to bloom like the beautiful roses in St. Victoria’s courtyards.
But nothing between us would be permanent. Only temporary.
I made peace with that as I raised my shaky hand to his lips, letting him coat my fingers in his saliva before I brought them down to my clit.
I rubbed myself slowly.
“Goddamn,Darla.” In a move that had me gasping for breath, Zeno slipped the rounded barrel of the gun inside of me. “I can barely fit past this tight, wet squeeze.” He withdrew and thrust once more, shallow and gentle. Teasing. Playingjust-the-tipwith his gun. Saving the real fucking for our wedding night. “Ah, you like that, naughty little angel? Move those hips. Fuck my gun the same way you’re going to fuck my cock the first time I take you.”
There was something obscene about having a gun in my pussy. The visual and praise had me chasing my high with desperate hips, soft moans, and greedy fingers. I imagined Zeno’s cock buried in me, every inch of his thickness working me towards an abyss of pleasure.
Zeno’s left hand twined with mine and our joined fingers rested against the mirror almost symbolically.
He kept thrusting the gun in a rhythm that had me dangling over the edge of what would be an earth-shattering orgasm.
The territorial gleam in his brown eyes only made me throb harder. The roughness of his stubble abrading my jaw heightened every sensation. The tented bulge working the split of my ass as he plastered our bodies to the mirror propelled me so,soclose.
“That’s it,mon ange,” he murmured in that husky, lightly-accented voice. His thumb polished over my red diamond ring with fierce possessiveness. “Come all over my gun, you pretty little whore.”
I panted, my back arching and my toes curling as I rubbed myself.
My entire body shook as waves of pleasure surmounted through me, my release flooding all over the custom weapon. “Zeno.”
“Master Zeno, when we are like this.” He slapped my ass.
Zeno pulled the glistening gun out of my pussy and raised it to his mouth. Those chiseled features of his morphed into something menacing as he sucked my juices off the steel with hollowed cheeks.
I was mesmerized by the profane sight yet so turned on by this immoral man.
As I came down from my high, Zeno cleaned my mess with his handkerchief. None of my exes had ever tended to me in the aftermath of an orgasm. Zeno was the only one and it spread warmth in my chest.
When he bent down to pick up my discarded clothing, his attention snagged on my wedding dress. Before he could see it in its entire splendor, I stopped him in a panicked voice, “D-Don’t look at that before the wedding.”
It’s bad luck,I almost added, but then Zeno would think I was taking this sham of a wedding seriously. I wasn’t. I just wished to see his face when I walked down the aisle for the first time. It would serve him right to drool over me.
“Very well.” Zeno threw a wolfish grin and tucked aside a fallen strand of hair behind my ear. He also took the liberty of snatching my gold pin out of my chignon and pocketing it in his suit jacket. “I care more about what you’ll be wearing underneath that dress…or not wearing, of course.”
Anna was designing me the most exquisite pearl embroidered bridal lingerie set to go with my dress. “Give me back my hairpin. It’s my favourite one, Zeno.”
At this rate, I’d be out of hair accessories by the end of this week.
“No. It’s mine now,” he teased. His fingers tucked the gun under the flimsy material of my stockings like a makeshift thigh holster. “And this is yours. Consider it an early wedding gift.”
“How thoughtful of you.” I shrugged on my bra and slipped into my blouse. “Jeez, I wonder what I’ll ever do with a gun.”
