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I don’t fight because I know what to expect at least in some regard. And if I had any sort of self-preservation left, then I probably wouldn’t have come here in the first place. Or I might have told Ricardo to do whatever he had to do in order to get me out of this.
But here we are.
He drops his knees down on either side of my hips and grabs my chin, forcing me to stare at him. Leaning down only long enough to kiss me again before he slides down my body in a way that has me arching against him.
I’m helpless when he grips my throat and maneuvers the gun between my legs, pushing them further apart.
Trust me.
I catch him mouthing the words again before he drops his head to my nipples and takes one in his mouth, his teeth nipping against his sensitive skin.
I want to cry out and swallow over the sound, gulping hard. Sensation shoots through me with every wet pull of his mouth, even as the gun caresses my inner thigh.
“By all means, scream if you must,” Drago says easily as if he’s watching some kind of football game on television and not particularly invested in either one of the teams. “I’d hate for you to hold yourself back on my account. Pretend we are not even in the room, my dear.”
Ricardo has me pinned down. Humiliation and delight war inside of me when he drags a hand down to the core of my panties and shifts off of me only to drag them down to my knees.
“Off,” he demands.
I hesitate, and the pause has him scraping his teeth over my breasts again.
Finally, I lift a leg to hook my toe into the crotch of my thong and drag them off, kicking them somewhere near the base of the couch.
And there I am, naked and bare for everyone in the room to see. My truth is on display.
His weight keeps me pinned in place. Crouched over me, Ricardo trails his mouth down the plane of my torso, and I am absolutely helpless when he pushes my legs even further apart, exposing my glistening pussy to everyone in the room.
Stubble scrapes my skin before he rears back, his nostrils flaring. “You smell like you’re in heat, Isabella.” He says it loudly enough for them to hear, too. “Do you want me? Does it turn you on knowing people are watching me toy with you? Or are you so greedy for my cock you’ve been wet since we got in the car?”
His hand snakes along my stomach only long enough to flick across my folds.
“Look at you, all wet, begging to be filled. By me. It turns you on to know they’re watching you, doesn’t it? You like the audience.”
I like him.
A moan erupts, followed by a whimper when Ricardo slides his index finger inside of me. He crooks it, running the pad of his finger along the upper part of my channel before tickling the outside of my pussy.
I thought about this, I remember distantly, a thousand times before. He and I together with his hands on me, his mouth, followed by his cock. And I’d gotten one of those wishes already.
His finger drives into me again until my whimper turns into a full-on grunt at the sensation.
“You are so fucking tight,” Ricardo continues. His voice is a rope in the darkness keeping me on the path when my body wants to shatter. From terror or desire, it’s still too early to tell, but he touches me like he knows exactly what to do to get me to respond.
And maybe he does.
Maybe he’s imagined us being together, too.
He withdraws his fingers only long enough to show me the wetness on them before he moves the gun to my core.
“You want to live on the edge? I’ll bring you there.” His voice drops to a whisper before he slicks the muzzle of the gun through my desire. “I’m going to shove my dick so far inside of you, you’ll taste me.”
I tense, every part of me erupting in terror.
The safety is on. The safety has to be on. And there was only one bullet in the chamber, already spent. He checked it. Right?
I couldn’t remember.
And if I were smart, I’d insist he stop. Or I’d bolt. Instead, I keep my mouth shut, and he works me through the tension with gentle strokes. His opposite hand rises to press his thumb to my clit. He presses it lightly before circling the bud, timing his movements with the thrust of the gun between my folds, into my body.
