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“Ihateyou,” she spat.
I chuckled against her skin as she wriggled below me. “Ye say tha’, but yer body tells on ye.”
“More lies. All you do is lie.” Her voice is breathy, panting. She gulped. “It’s just the pheromones. I wouldneverwillingly fuck you.”
“Ye can tell yerself tha’ if it makes ye feel better. But the pheromones only enhance arousal tha’s already there.” My tongue ran over my teeth, my hips rutting into her ass. “If ye didn’t want to be fecked, yer tight li’l cunt wouldn’t be drippin’ fer me, love.”
She said nothing and I smiled at the back of her head.
It seems she didn’t know that wee bit of information.
I released my hold on her head to shove her pants down the backs of her thighs. She started to stand, trying to fight me, but I shoved her back down, pushing her face into the couch pillows, and effectively brought her ass even higher on the arm. Muffled sounds rose from her as I used my knee to knock her legs farther apart. The sound of the gun cocking in my hand drew her attention, and her face fought to look back at me. I smiled as I ran the tip of it through her arousal, the black metal shiny with slick when I raised it to my mouth as she watched.
My tongue swiped over the barrel, a growl rising as my beast rose to the surface at the sweet taste of her cunt. “Time fer tha’ lesson.”
Ottavia
Chapter Ten
Even with the arousal pooling in my core, my mind was screaming at me to not give in, to not let the Abhartach king have his way with me again. I fought against his hold, screaming angrily into the pillows, until the cold metal of the loaded gun was once more pressed intimately against my core.
I froze.
I was hesitant to move a single muscle with the cocked gun pressed against my cunt. Licking my lips, I contemplated my next move. Begging was out of the question—I would rather die than beg that damn beast for mercy. Another wave of pheromones flooded the air and my eyes rolled back in my head, hips undulating against the side of the couch.
“Tha’s my girl,” Eoin murmured. His words tickled the back of my neck, fangs dragging tantalizingly over his previous bite marks. “’Tis all right ta want this. Even La Rosa princesses ’ave needs, ones tha’ only abeastlike me ’an satiate.”
I moaned at his words, body writhing. My face was still pressed against a pillow, mouth gaping. Strands of my dark hair stuck to my open lips, swaying in the breaths that were gasping out of me. Eoin had my arms held tight behind me. My shirt had ridden up, displaying the long line of my back and the tantalizing curve of my hips. Ass up in the air, thanks to the couch cushion, I was on lewd display for the vampire.
The gun traced the plump arc of an ass cheek as Eoin murmured something under his breath I couldn’t catch over the pounding of my heartbeat in my ears. I was so turned on I was shaking with it. I needed to come. The urge to beg sat thick on my tongue, but I swallowed it down.
“Tell me ye want it,” Eoin purred. His hand tightened on my wrists, the gun trailing closer to the dripping center of me.
“I don’t,” I growled back. Even with the arousal flooding my system, making my mind foggy and my body loose, I refused to give him the satisfaction of admitting to the attraction between us. Even if I hadn’t been his captive, I would ignore the pull I felt because of who he was.
At the end of the day, he was my family’s enemy, and I would never allow myself to betray them for some minor fascination.
“Let me go,” I demanded, hoping my voice came out stronger than it sounded to my own ears.
Eoin just laughed. “Yer stuck-up. What ye need is a good fecking ta dislodge tha’ giant stick from yer ass. All of ye La Rosas t’ink so highly o’ yerselves. Yer pretty, love, I’ll give ye that, buh yer just ’nother pretty girl in a sea of pretty women tha’ flock ta me club.”
“Then let me go,” I countered, trying to angle my head back to look at him. Oddly, his comment stung, and I felt the first stirrings of jealousy swirling in my belly. The cold metal of the gun was sliding against my folds, running up and down my slit to gather the slick that was leaking out of me.
“Can’t do tha’, sweetheart. Yer mine na, until I grow tired o’ ye. I don’t let go of me possessions easily. How else do ye t’ink I’ve kept me territory for so long?” With his words, the barrel pressed inside of me.
I gasped at the unusual sensation, mouth dropping open at the first, slow thrust.
The steel was still cool as it moved within me but was steadily warming up from my body heat. Eoin moved slowly, so painfully slow, letting the barrel hit deep inside me until I felt the flesh of his hand against my ass where he gripped the handle, and then dragged the gun back out of me.
Hips tilting upward in a shameless display, I moaned for him without meaning to. It was a quiet thing, barely escaping from my mouth, but I knew his vamp hearing would catch it.
“Tha’s a good girl,” Eoin purred. “Look at tha’ perfect cunt. Swallowin’ me gun so nicely—I can’t wait ta ’ave ye wrapped around me and milking my cock dry.”
Even as I rocked my body back against the gun, desperate for the fullness of it, I spat at him, “In your dreams.” My voice was breathless, almost a whine.
“Aye, lass. Ye’ve been in many of them. I stripped my cock just yesterday t’inking of yer pert little ass an’ that cute sneer ye always have on yer face when ye look at me.” His hand moved the gun faster, until the friction inside of me was almost painful. It was an unusual tugging against such sensitive skin, unlike anything I’d ever experienced.
“You animal.” It was whispered, quieter than I had wanted. I’d wanted to yell it at him but I could feel the slow building of an intense orgasm growing inside of me, and I was fully focused on the spreading pleasure.
