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He has it.
But I can’t let him know it. I need to grab some of it back, now before it’s too late and I lose it forever.
My eyes fly open. He fists my hair, leaving my hand free to take the gun.
“Take it.” His gruff voice ripples through me, humming against my cheek. “It’s what you want, right?”
He forces it against my hand, urging my fingers to snatch it from him. I slowly grasp the handle. It’s heavy, heavier than I expected, I guess, because it’s loaded. The textured grip rubs against my sweaty palm.
“Put your finger on the trigger.” He tugs my head backward, dragging his tongue down the column of my neck. I let my eyes float closed again and wait for his mouth to pull me into the deliciously erotic abyss.
The gun hangs from my limp hand while he sets my skin ablaze with his lips, tongue, and teeth. Heat coils in my belly, snaking through my insides.
I moan when his tongue traces the outer shell of my ear, his breath hot against my face. “You’re a liar. You don’t want to shoot me. You just wanna fuck me.”
“No,” I rasp, my breath hitching as his tongue navigates a determined path around the back of my neck. He nips at my skin, each tug of his teeth making the sparks in my gut ignite like fireworks on the Fourth of July. “I want to kill you.”
“Prove it.” He pulls his mouth away and backs up before taking the gun out of my hand. With one hand, he slides my arm out of the sweatshirt sleeve, my slinged arm still nestled underneath the fabric. Then he yanks it over my head and tosses it onto the chair. He raises my hand and wraps my fingers around the gun handle. Still, I can’t point it at him. My heart clenches at the thought.
Because he’s right.
I am a liar.
But Zak doesn’t like it when instructions aren’t followed. He nudges my hand upward, forcing me to point the gun at him. My hand wobbles, fingers quivering as they grip the handle.
“Do it. Shoot me, just like you said you wanted to do.”
Tremors assault my hand, the barrel jerking around in every direction but Zak’s.
His sexy smirk makes my belly flutter. “Told ya.Liar.”
I grit my teeth and swallow hard, trying with everything in me to steady my hand. I slide my finger over the trigger and stare at him. I try to ignore his taunting gaze, the way his eyes glow against his tan skin, the way his tattoos creep up the sides of his neck and peek through the top of his t-shirt, the way his knowing smirk dares me to extinguish him from my life.
My hand drops.
I can’t.
I won’t.
I never could.
“What’s the matter, baby girl? You can’t pull the trigger?” He takes the gun from me and uses it to push into the sides of my shorts, shoving them to my ankles. Since I’d only had the lacy wedding lingerie on when he captured me, I had to go commando once we bolted from the condo. I stand in front of him, naked and shivering.
Except it’s ninety degrees out, and the air is so soggy and steamy, you could melt in it.
“Because you don’t want me dead, do you?” His eyes glimmer with danger as he lays the gun against me. I shudder, the barrel cool against my skin. He drags it between my breasts. If he pulls the trigger now, he’ll blow a hole through my skull.
Heat pools between my legs, my back arching. He presses his cock into me, grinding against my pussy, the gun a thinly veiled threat making me crazy with anticipation. Zak slides one hand down to my ass, squeezing my sore cheek tight. My head drops back. Heaving breaths command and quake my lungs. I thrust against his hard cock with my bare pussy, rubbing against his pants with the overwhelming need for release.
I need his fingers. I need his cock.
A cold sensation teasing my entrance makes my eyes fly open wide.
“What the fu—?”
His mouth crushes against mine, swallowing my words before they can hit the air. The gun barrel grazes my clit, shock zapping my nerves. My spine stiffens as if moving will make the gun fire. But then he pushes it in, slowly, gently, and desire clouds my mind and swirls deep in my core. I’m too panicked to breathe, but the threat of danger and death sparks me on a level so deep, I didn’t even know it existed.
Darkness, depravity, and sin catapult me closer and closer to the line I was never supposed to cross again. Zak’s tongue pushes into my mouth, snaking around my own with the thrill of dirty, filthy promise. His mouth is hot and hungry, his godlike body a beast of prey. I moan, my teeth catching his bottom lip and tugging it. I writhe against his hand and the gun, my mind short-circuiting from the sensations coursing through me.
