Page 76 of Wild Heart
“Of course, you fucking can.” He forced his hand below my waistband, palming my hard cock. “Oh, baby, are you leaking you for me? Already?”
I gasped, dizzy with desire.“Yes.”
It wasn’t the gun. It was just him—his praise, his possession, the feral way he loved me. My obsession with my husband was all-consuming, and I loved him so irrevocably it consistently took my breath away. Every inch of him had been touched by me, and when another man tried to own what I’d already claimed, it ignited something primal in me.
Mine.
I thrust into his hand.
“Baby.” He sucked a patch of his skin into his mouth. “I’m going to give you what you need, yeah? Take your shot, and then Papa will bend you over.”
I pulled the trigger.
My bullet sailed through the tender skin at the base of his throat. Eyes bulging, the man seized once before life fled his body in a heavywhoosh.Chest deflating, his head fell forward, and the satisfaction I felt was so potent, I knew my papa could feel it too.
“Good boy,” he whispered, and I grinned.
