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Odin’s hot breath hits my ear. “No, baby girl. You look him in the eyes when you take his life.”
He’s right in his own fucked up way. This is my fault. My eyes open. Weselton stares up at me. I don’t know if it’s my imagination, but I feel like he’s begging me to do this. To end his pain before it’s too late. My finger curls around the trigger and I pull. Weselton’s body jerks before stilling. My hands tremble as Odin lowers our arms, pulling the gun out of my grasp.
Oh, my god. I just killed a man. An innocent man. Blood runs from the hole in Weselton’s head, staining his white dress shirt. This is my fault. Oh my god! A wail works its way up my throat as Odin spins me so we’re chest to chest. His dark eyes are wild as he stares down at me.
“Now do you see what happens when you disobey? Someone must pay, and it won’t be you.” His gaze goes to my lips, and he lets out a curse. “I should send you back to your room, but, as I told you before, I’m selfish.”
Before I can process what he’s doing, he scoops me into his arms, crossing the room to another door. My head spins. Has he changed his mind? Is he going to kill me, too?
The lights turn on and I’m surprised to find we’re in some kind of office. My chest is tight. Well, office for a Mafia Don. There’s a desk, two chairs, and more weapons than I can count on a table. Odin strolls to the desk, setting me right on top. Through the open door, I can still see Weselton. When my gaze moves across the room, I stare back at myself at the mirror behind Odin’s desk. There are blood splatters on my face and on my ivory blouse. Weselton’s blood.
Odin reaches into his pocket, pulling out his knife. My swallow is audible, and he meets my gaze. The anger that was there before has been replaced with something else. Something that shouldn’t make my body come to life. I just killed a man! What in the hell is wrong with me?
Odin is silent as he flips open the knife. I hold my breath as he slices my pants until they fall off me. My panties are next, leaving me bare from the waist down. He presses my stomach, forcing me to lie back. As much as I want to deny it, I’m wet between my legs.
“You don’t deserve to feel pleasure right now. Not after the stunt you pulled.”
I meet his gaze again. “Then why am I in here?”
He doesn’t answer, but sits in his chair, pulling me to the edge of the desk so my pussy is face level to him. I groan when he leans forward, licking my slit. He puts the gun on the desk, just out of my reach, as if to taunt me. I moan when his tongue swirls around my clit. He’s so good at this, but I need to keep my wits about me.
While he’s distracted, I reach for his gun, grabbing it. He lifts his head, a smile on his lips.
“Are you going to shoot me, baby girl?” He leans back in the chair, looking like a king. “Well, go on then. God knows I probably deserve it.”
Pushing myself to a sitting position, I keep the gun trained on him. But I can’t stop my hands from shaking. It’s one thing to take someone’s life because I was forced to. If I do this, it will be entirely on me. My eyes water, but I blink away the tears.
“You know you want to do it.”
He’s right. Steadying my hold, I aim the gun and pull the trigger. I expect to hear the violent sound of the gun discharging or maybe even Odin’s sound of pain. I don’t expect to hear a clicking sound. I pull it again. And again. And again.
Odin smirks at me. “Too bad for you that there aren’t any bullets in the magazine.”
He reaches for the gun, taking it from me.
“How did you know I was going to kill Weselton with one shot?”
“I didn’t, but that was his price to pay for letting you out of his sight.”
I don’t want to ask this one, but I do. “How did you know I’d try to use the gun on you?”
His lips lift as he runs the barrel of the gun along my inner thigh. “I didn’t know that, either, but I’m no fool. You wouldn’t be the first to pull a gun on me, nor the last.”
I gasp as he runs the barrel through my folds.
“What are you doing?”
“Well, since you like to flirt with danger, I thought I’d give you what you wanted. Lean back, baby girl.”
I resist. “No.”
“I’m not asking,” he says as he presses the gun against my clit.
Sparks of pleasure shoot through me — no pun intended — and it feels so freaking good. Knowing he’s going to win this battle, I lean back while he continues to toy with me with the gun. I’m so wet that I can feel it dripping down my thighs. Odin pauses, reaching into the top drawer of his desk. A moment later, he produces a magazine. My breath hitches.
“What are you doing?”
“Like I said, since you like to play with danger, then I’ll give you what you want.” He empties a bullet from the magazine. “And just so we’re clear, this one’s loaded.”
