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“Fuck, Giovanna, I have made myself come so many times to what I’m looking at right now. You, bent over my desk with your perfect ass up in the air. So goddamn wet,” he growled as he rubbed his fingers between my legs. “You’d think fantasy would look better than reality, but no. You are fucking perfection.”
I shivered at his words. He unholstered his revolver and set it on the table beside me, and my eyes locked on the piece of metal. I bit my lip.
“What is it with you and that goddamn gun?” he asked as he put his hand over it again. All six brassy bullets gleamed in the chambers. “Keep working,” he commanded as he lifted the gun and ran the cold barrel between my shoulder blades. My nerves awakened beneath the thin fabric of my cami. I didn’t care that his gun was loaded. It only heightened my excitement.
Enzo put pressure into the barrel against my spine as he drove it downward. I trusted him with my life. He’d keep me safe, even as his breaths grew ragged. The tip of the barrel was warm by the time it reached my ass, but it made me jolt with a chill as he put it against my pussy.
“Don’t jump like that, babygirl. Not when I have a loaded gun on you,” he said as he leaned his weight into me, pushing me into the front of the desk.
I dropped my head as he rubbed the gun, back and forth, over my swollen clit. I was painfully turned on, struggling to keep my composure.
“Do you know how many men I’ve killed with this gun? Do you wanna guess?”
I marked off another slip. I had no fucking clue how many people Enzo had killed. Probably a fucking lot. “Five,” I blurted. So much for keeping my composure.
“Close...” he whispered. He angled the gun to keep the front sight off my clit, but he turned it a bit wrong every so often, and it would rake my clit just enough for ripples of pain to vibrate through me. I bit my lip as he did it again. “I’ve killed eight men with this gun. Or is it nine?” He stopped the motion for a moment as he thought. “Either way, men have died staring down this barrel, and you’re trying to come from it. What the hell is wrong with you, Giovanna?”
There we go again—a fucking lot. Was that an answer? A lot was wrong with me.
I kept trying to do what he said, to work and keep my focus on the slips in front of me, but I tilted my pelvis, grinding on the barrel of his revolver until it became slick with my wetness. I expected him to stop me and put a halt to everything, but he kept going. I kept moving my hips against his gun. Pleasure burned through me and the source of the fire was the heat between my legs. Enzo groaned. He knew by the way I breathed and tensed that I was close. My stomach tightened, fearing he’d stop me right at my point of no return. I wanted to come while grinding on his gun.
“Don’t stop working,” he whispered as he wrapped his free hand around me, ran it up my shirt, and gripped my chest. His fingertips dug into my breast.
My writing became nothing more than a blip on paper as he pushed me over the edge and let me fall. I came hard, shuddering against the desk, the pen in a death grip as my entire body tensed and tightened. His hand moved between my breasts and wrapped around my throat, squeezing the sides of my neck. The dizzying pleasure washed over me as I rode out the final waves of my orgasm against the warm, slick metal.
He pulled the gun away, and I felt vacant without it between my legs. He aimed it at the ceiling, and my come dripped down the barrel.
“Lick your come off my gun, babygirl. You know I love watching your tongue on the metal as you clean up your mess for me. It's almost as good as watching your mouth on my dick.”
He put it to my lips, and I looked up at him as I wrapped my hands around his wrist and licked up the barrel. The sweet metallic taste hit my tongue, and I moaned as I cleaned it off for him. He growled and stared at my tongue curving around the barrel.
“It's not enough. Get on your knees,” he commanded, his gun still in his hand.
“What do you want?” I asked as I eyed his body.
He undid his pants, pulled out his cock, and rested the butt of his revolver on his thigh so the barrel was beside his dick. “Lick both,” he said as he gave himself a quick stroke.
I looked up at him as I licked the underside of his dick, then did the same with the cool metal barrel. As I tasted both him and the extension of him, he let out a groan. When I focused on his gun, my hand stroked his dick.
“You're such a good girl,” he whispered as he dropped his head back.
I took the barrel and his cock and pressed them side by side, then licked them at the same time. The contrasting tastes of metal and his body wash fought in my mouth.
He put his revolver on the desk and fisted my hair, putting himself in my mouth for a few rough thrusts. He growled and pulled me to my feet, looking at me as if he were starving for me. Beyond starving. As if he’d die right then if he didn’t push himself inside what belonged to him.
“Remember what I said to you?” he asked as he put me on the edge of his desk.
“Which time?”
“When we woke up a few days ago,” he said. “I told you I’d make you come...and then I’d make you come with me inside your ass.”
My mind swam. Ireallydidn’t think he’d let me come twice, but I was also really uncomfortable with the idea of him fucking me that way again.
A bead of excitement gathered and dripped down the swollen head of his cock. He rubbed his dick along my pussy. When he grazed my clit, it made me jolt. He coated himself with my come.
“Enzo,” I whispered as he pressed the head of his cock against me. I must have looked weak and scared, because he let his tough demeanor falter for a moment. He grabbed my face, brushing my dark hair away from it. He kissed me.
“Let me make you feel good,” he whispered against my mouth. “I ain’t them.” He meant the men who took me against my will.
