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The next thing I know I’m on my belly – legs spread and feet touching the floor. “Stick it in, now,” I beg, and to my surprise, I feel a cold, thin metal rod shoved lightly inside me.
I look back to him holding one leg and dragging the barrel of that same gun in and out of me. I’m scared for a fraction of a second, but then my toes curl again from how fucking turned on I am. There’s pre-cum lathered all over his cock, so I reach for it and start jerking him.
Apparently, I’m a sucker for danger.
After a good sixty seconds, he pulls the rifle out, licks my juice off the barrel, and tosses it to the floor. “I think you’ve been punished enough,” he says, spinning me so I’m facing him. He drags his cock against my leg, teasing me.
“Put it in,” I mouth.
He grins, squeezing tightly into me again.
Chapter 18
Alessia
That was the best sex of my life.
I roll around on the hotel bed and stare at Leandro posing shirtless in the desk chair as he stares into his rifle scope. My residue is still on the tip of that gun, like a signature. A stray thought makes me wonder if the cops would find my DNA on it when Arnold finally catches up to him. I’d have to pretend it was used against my will.
My guts twist at the idea of hurting him, and then a warm sensation swirls around my thighs.
I want him to stick it in me again.
He’s hunched over as he waits, revealing not an ounce of fat on his flexed abs. Usually when people sit forward, there’re unintentional rolls, but with him? He’s pure lean muscle.
I notice him sigh, then rest the rifle back on its station.
“Something wrong?”
“Nothing you have to concern your pretty little self about.” He stalks over to me, his arms chiseled by some Greek sculptor, V lines near his belly making me hot all over again. “I was hoping to drink you in after our session.” He brushes his hand down my arm, giving me tingles. “But you’re clothed.”
My lips pull inward. This isn’t something I want to talk about. Can’t we just ignore the fact that my ex branded me like a farm animal, and I decided to stay with him after that? It’s mortifying. The shame makes me clam up.
“What is it, Sia?” his voice purrs right through me.
I shake my head and pull my shirt down tighter.
“My ink hides a world of pain,” he admits. “My father used to put out his cigars on my arm when he was done choking my mother for the night.” He presses the skin flat near parts of his tattoo sleeve, revealing age-old scars. “‘Boys grow into men this way,’ he’d tell me. The whiskey always wafted off his breath when he’d cackle as he did it. He was a wicked man.”
Was? My mind automatically pictures Leandro killing him.
“That’s awful…”
He takes my hand and rubs my fingers over his scars. “We all have reminders of how we got here.”
I pull my hand away. “Yes, but not all of us are wolves.”
His brow furrows as he sits on the bed beside me, waiting for me to go on.
“My scars only remind me of how I’m still someone’s pet.”
He narrows his eyes in anger. “Is that what you think this is?”
The deepness in his voice makes me second guess saying anything more.
“Do you think I break my eternal vows lightly?” His jaw clenches. I’ve offended him.
I shrug. “I’m only here because I remind you—”
