Page 192 of Pulse Zero
The memory comes rushing back to me. It’s what I told him almost a year ago, when he was holding me in the basement of this house. The line meant to taunt him, the one that made him break for a second time.
Sure, he may have tortured me down there, but I choose to remember the positives.
He moves his gun, sweeping the barrel across my cheek. “’Your cock’s too big. Please stop.’”
“Oh, fuck.”
There’s no controlling my heavy, erratic breathing now. Or the rapid swelling of my dick in my jeans.
I know what it is he wants. Hell, whatIreally fucking want. So I place my hands on his chest and attempt to shove him back. But all my limbs feel weighed down by arousal, and he barely budges.
“Get off me.” The words sound weak.
Reese must agree because he just chuckles darkly. “Not a fucking chance.”
He steps back, but it’s not to let me go. He lowers his gun, grabs the front of my shirt in his fist, and forces me around. As soon as my back is facing the door to the bathroom, he shoves me. The second I cross the threshold and stumble into ourbedroom, his shadows are on me.
They start to rip.
I swear I’ve spent nearly half my savings on new clothes this past year. His shadows are fucking animals.
The oversized T-shirt I was wearing is torn into tatters, floating down to the floor in bright yellow ribbons. I struggle against the shadows, writhing and fighting even though I know the only way to get them to loosen their hold is to use my own powers on the one who controls them.
Of course, my dick is already too fucking hard to want this to stop.
“Fuck you!” I shout, my bare chest heaving. “Too much of a coward to fight me yourself?”
Reese leans casually against the doorjamb, arms crossed over his chest, as though he’s just standing there enjoying the show. “I’ll fight you if that’s what you want, menace. But you’re going to do it without clothes.”
He continues watching as his shadows remove every single article of clothing. First went the shirt, then the gray sweats. They pause after that, letting Reese take his fill of me in nothing but my hot pink boxer briefs. He tilts his head, smirking at where they’re tented by my erection for a good ten seconds before the shadows rip them at the seams.
“You’re going to buy more of those later.”
Before I can respond, the shadows release me at the same moment Reese darts forward, closing the distance between us and pressing the barrel of his gun beneath my chin, tilting my head back. My hands come up and grip his forearm, nails digging into flesh.
With his other hand, he grabs my cock, causing my eyes to immediately roll into the back of my head.
I don’t think I’ll ever get over the feel of his hands on me.
“So hot and hard for me,” he says as he gives my length aslow, tight stroke, making me moan. He leans in more until his mouth is close to my ear. “Didn’t expect this as soon as I got home.”
I’malwaysfucking ready for him.
But I can’t let him know that. Even though my dick is literally throbbing in his hand…
“Stop it.”
“If you really wanted that, I’d be on the fucking floor.”
He lowers the gun again and lets go of my dick, and I can’t stop the whine that leaves me. His hand goes to the back of my head, and he grabs my hair, forcing me to turn around until my back crashes against his chest. When he forces my head back, making my eyes close, I reach up to grab his arm once more. My nails sink in again, not caring if—and maybe actually kind of hoping—I draw blood. I know he’s going to mark me, and I want to fucking mark him too.
“Look,” he growls in my ear.
I open my eyes again and look directly ahead. There’s a full-length mirror across the room, and at first all I see are shadows. They surround us, pressing in close like a cocoon of darkness.
Then I see the gun in his hand. He moves it in front of me, and my breathing comes heavier and heavier the closer it gets to my dick. When the cool metal glides up the length of it, the air gets lost somewhere in my throat as I shiver.
“Look how much your cock weeps for my gun.”
