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It’s only going to be worse for me in the long run. I’m hoping for it, actually.
Alex bares his teeth—it’s somewhere between a smile and a grimace. “You have five seconds to get back here,” he says.
I grip the edge of the bed tightly, my limbs frozen in place. He’s eased his weight off the bed, with a knee on the edge of it while he stands on the other one.
“One.”
“Two.”
I suck in a shaky breath, my fingers twitching in their vice grip, but I don’t move an inch.
“Three.”
“Four.”
His eyes slide down my body—lingering by the swell of my breasts, then again by the junction of my thighs. Alexander licks his lips, the corner of his mouth lifting. My nipples tighten in anticipation, nervous energy swirling in my limbs.
I’m bracing myself for him to sayfiveand the chase to start, but it doesn’t come
“Do you need a little encouragement?”
Alex reaches over to the bureau—even though the aisle is wide, everything is basically within arm’s reach for Alex because he’s so fucking tall—and pulls a gun out of one of the drawers.
It’s matte black, a far cry from the golden one he usually carries.
My mouth dries up.
The corner of his mouth lifts a little bit more. “Do you think it’s empty?” His gaze darkens.
“I guess we’ll find out, won’t we?” I shoot back, swallowing the fear bundled in my throat. Ishouldbe more scared than I am.
But it must be my attraction to the macabre, because the heightened stakes have me more turned on than ever—my core is so sensitive it hurts. I’m being stripped down to my most basal instincts.
A mirthless chuckle escapes him. “Let’s find something else for you to do with that sharp tongue of yours.” He motions to the floor with the gun. “Kneel.”
I move cagily. Alexander watches me with cold eyes.
Sinking to my knees before him, a gasp escapes me when he presses the cold barrel of the gun against my temple. “Have you ever played Russian Roulette?”
My heart feels like gunshots in my chest, matching the painful throbbing between my legs. I press my thighs together for a jolt of satisfying friction, wishing it were his fingers instead.
“No,” I whisper. “But I know what it is.”
There’s a rumble of approval in his throat. “Consider this your first game of it,” he says. “I keep this gun here in case of emergencies. There’s ammo in the drawer too,” he explains. “I just can’t remember if I left any bullets in it. It’s been a while since I’ve used it.”
I look up at him, licking my lips.
He looks more alive now, a bit of the tension has melted from his features. He’s back in control, where he likes to be. We’re flirting with the line between excitement and danger.
The gun could be loaded, and he could blow my brains out.
Or it could be empty, and nothing happens.
But I don’t know which is which, and that has my stomach withering, tension and arousal coiling in my belly all the same. Alexander gets off on my submission, but it doesn’t even feel likesubmittingto me.
On my knees before him, he’s atmymercy.
His cock is swollen with need, precum beading on the angry pink tip. My mouth waters, and my lip trembles a bit—there’s the urge to go all in, all at once. But if Alex is going to torture me, I may as well return the favor.
