Page 42 of No One Has To Know

I shrug. Tossing my hair over my shoulder, I reach for him. Might as well get this over with. I need sleep, and I’m already hoping like hell that, with Carter’s death, my nightmares have died with him.

Before I can take his dick in my hand, Burns angles his hips back just enough that I miss him.

“Tell me you love me,” he grates out.

What does love have to do with me going down on him? “Why, Burns? It’s just a blow job. Your reward, remember?”

A shadow passes across his face. “It’s not, angel. Not with you. Now tell me you love me.”

I thin my lips.

“Damn it, Angela.” Burns lifts his hand. The gun is aimed right at my forehead. “I killed for you. I’d die for you. You’re my goddamn world, the only thing worth anything in this life. I love you. You love me. Now fucking tell me.”

I freeze, staring up at him. I barely even notice the barrel of the gun. I’m just looking at Burns.

Is that what he wants from me? To make me go to my knees in front of him is one thing. But to demand that I tell him something I don’t think I can ever mean?

I’ll give him my mouth. After what he did for me with Carter, he might even have my loyalty.

He has a long way to go if he thinks he has my heart.

So, without breaking our stare, I jut my chin at him. “You won’t shoot me.”

I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life—and Burns knows it, too.

“You’re right.” He repositions the gun, the barrel kissing his temple. “But what if I shoot myself? I told you, angel. I’ll die for you. You want me to prove it?”

My breath catches.

No.

Okay. Burns is insane. In so many ways, he’s proven that over and over again since he took me captive. He’s insane if he thinks he can make me love him just because he wants me to, and he’s insane if he thinks that the intimacy we’ve shared has anything to do with how I feel about him. It was tit for tat. It was a trade.

I thought he understood that.

But as he keeps the gun to his head, finger ghosting over the trigger, I’m absolutely positive that my captor would rather kill himself at this moment than go on believing that I don’t love him.

What will I do if Burns dies? The thought is so unfathomable I do the only thing I can.

Clutching his nearest thigh, digging my nails into the muscle, I yell, “I love you!” just like he wants.

He keeps the gun in place, finger hovering over the trigger. “Then suck me off like you mean it.”

For both of our sakes, I do.

I immediately grip Burns’s cock by the base, sucking the head in between my lips before he can do anything we’ll both regret. When he moves his hips, trying to pull back, I refuse to let him. He wants me to suck him? I will, and we’ll both deal with the consequences of his order later.

Even after he lowers his hand, letting the gun fall to the ground with a clanking sound, murmuring that I called his bluff, that I don’t have to do this unless I choose to, I don’t stop until he’s bucking into my mouth, filling me with his come.

I’ve never swallowed before. With Carter, it never got that far. I’d taken a couple of my other boyfriends in my mouth before, always spitting because the idea of willingly swallowing their jizz used to skeeve me out.

With Burns? I swallow every fucking drop and hope like hell he’s happy now.

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ANGELA

Once he finished, Burns disappears into the bathroom, returning a few seconds later with a cup of tap water in his hand.

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