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“Again, fiorella.” He doesn’t stop, and I realize this is his game. Tease me, play with me, make me squirm. “As soon as you get the center, you come on my hand, yeah?” he asks as if he knows my thoughts.
God, at this point, he probably does.
What I would give to know his, the twist and turns.
“Dante—" I breathe, bucking my hips to get more of . . . anything.
“Shoot, baby,” he says and doesn’t stop like I expect. Instead, he pulls out and inserts a second finger. I moan loud now and pray that when he said the place was empty, he meant it. “Now,” he says then slams his fingers near violently.
“Shit!” I shout, the feeling pulsing through me but still, I obey, aiming and shooting.
The other shoulder gets a hole.
“Focus, baby. Be my good girl. Show me you can handle this,” he says, his fingers continuing their hard thrusts as he rolls my nipple harder. He’s upping the stakes. “You said you can protect yourself. I believe you. But I also want to equip you. If something ever happened to you, I’d burn down the world. I need to know that while I’m setting it ablaze, you can take care of yourself.”
Something about that snaps something in me, makes me want to do this, to get that bullseye, that kill.
Not for me, but for him.
So I shut the mental door between my focus and my pleasure, and I aim.
And right before I pull the trigger, he slams in a third finger.
“Fuck!” I scream, grinding down and trying to come, but those fingers are stagnant, unmoving.
“Uh uh. You missed, baby. You need to concentrate.”
“You cheated!” I whine, bucking my hips, but he doesn’t budge.
“There is nothing fair about the war we’re about to fight, Delilah. No one will care about the rules or cheating or playing nice.” His fingers slowly move out and then in. “Now be my fucking queen and kill him for me. Then scream my name,” he says in a growl, and though I can’t see him, I know his teeth are gritted. “Once you come, you put that gun down, you get on your knees, and you suck my cock.” I moan again at the mental image, at the promise in his words.
It’s never been my thing, but with him?
I aim.
I look down the barrel, trying to ignore my swollen pussy, the way his palm is now grinding on my clit, the way I’m inadvertently riding his thick fingers, the way he’s breathing in surround sound.
My finger holds the trigger, and I breathe in deep, eyes on my target.
And then I pull.
“Hold it steady while your man makes you come,” he says in a proud whisper, and I see the single hole in the forehead of the paper man. His fingers drive up, hand grinding on my clit, my hips bucking, but I do as he asks, continuing to aim.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. My beautiful killer. So fucking strong. An honor to have you by my side, to have you with me as we tear this world apart and rebuild it to our liking.” I moan, clamping down. “That’s it, baby, you come for me. Come on my fingers,” he says, and I do, screaming out his name one more time, my head tipping back and my finger pulling the trigger once more as I come.
And come.
And come.
My body starts to quake, shaking against him, my knees weak.
“Fucking gorgeous, That’s it, take what you need, baby,” he says, and I ride his fingers to another orgasm, his hand on my breast wreaking havoc as it roughly pinches and pulls my nipple.
I feel strong.
I feel beautiful.
I feel unbreakable.
