Page 32 of Lord of Pain
"You're tired," I say, my hands on her hips. "Do you want to stop?"
She shakes her head, her glossy hair brushing against my cheek. "No, this is the cool Hollywood gun, right? The big kind they use in the movies when they want to look badass?"
Wrapping my arms around her, I laugh, shaking us both. "And here I thought you were such a proper little thing, sweet Violet."
"You're lucky the Glock isn't loaded yet," she says crossly. I push my luck and hand her the clip.
"Back to basics, widen your stance." I nudge her legs wider. "Dominant hand high on the backstrap."
Violet's breath is coming faster, she's sagging against me a bit.
"Focus…" She's wearing a tight blue tank top and I run my hands along her waist and her ribs, fingertips just brushing under her breasts. "Control your breathing." She pulls in a shuddering little gasp. My dick is so hard that it's rubbing against my zipper.
"Squeeze."
She does. The shot goes wild because she's already on tiptoe, pressing her mouth against mine, fiery hot, and so fucking good.
Chapter Fourteen
In which who knew gun play was such an aphrodisiac?
Violet…
Ordinarily, in moments like these, sensible Violet would be questioning,Are you sure this is what you want? This makes things complicated.
Apparently, sensible Violet has been gagged, tied up and thrown in the trunk because when Roman hoists me onto the counter, my knees are spreading eagerly before he can do it. Still, he puts his giant hands on my thighs and pushes them wider, wedging his hips between them and attacking my mouth again. I have a feeling that Roman kisses the way he has sex, aggressive, greedy, his hands digging into my hair and moving my head to where he wants it.
He bites down on my lower lip and I yelp, shocked. I can taste the faint, coppery tang and it makes me kiss him harder.
“Fuck, your lips are hot,” he groans. “Like you're on fire inside. Are you going to feel like that when I shove my cock in you?"
“You're a dirty talker?” I blurt. "That is so good."
He laughs before moving his mouth down my neck and shoving me further back on the counter. I've got one elbow trying to hold my balance and the other gripping his shoulder, feelinghis muscles bunch and twist as he reaches down, ripping my leggings off.
The way he's looking me over makes me want to cringe, and hide my face in my hands. But I can't take my eyes off him as he drops to his knees and presses his mouth against my center, still covered with a fairly useless scrap of cotton. He breathes in deep and this time, I do cover my face with my hands, my head falling to the counter with a clunk.
I hear him chuckle, and then a sharp click. I open my eyes to see him running a switchblade up the inside of my thigh, the steel gleaming as he slides the tip under one side of my undies and cuts it. The fabric slices like butter and I freeze, terrified that even breathing too hard might make him cut something I'll need later, like my femoral artery. He's already onto the other side, and when the fabric is nothing but shreds, he rips off my undies and sticks them in his pocket.
“Tell me, Violet," he sounds terrifyingly calm about it all. “Is your pussy as hot as your mouth?"
"I- I didn't know there is any way to measure something like that," I stammer.
Why do I bother answering? He already has his mouth against me. A full, greedy kiss with his tongue, swiping through my center and circling my clitoris. It's greedy, no finesse, more of a savage mauling and oh my God, nothing could feel this good. My hips buck and he wraps his arms around my thighs, holding me still.
“Stop moving,” he says, his mouth voice muffled against my pussy. "You’re distracting me."
“Sorry!” I wheeze. His hand slides up my stomach, yanking at my bra until the cups are pulled down. He twists my nipplebetween his fingers, tugging harshly. It hurts, just the way I expect it to, but there's something connected between his calloused fingers and my center because electricity zings down my spine, making me tighten my thighs against his head. Roman answers with a guttural chuckle.
I'm wet and I'm so damn close and I can feel blood surge into my center and the giddy feeling of,oh my god I'm going to comeis rattling through my brain and…
He pulls back.
"Why did you stop?” I demand, propping myself up on my elbows.
“You’re not coming like that," he says, standing up, ripping off his belt and unbuttoning his jeans. "You'll come with me inside you."
When he pulls down his jeans and his boxer briefs low enough to pull himself out, I dig into the counter with my elbows, trying to back up. "Wait, we should talk about this," I stammer, staring at his tattooed hand wrapped around his cock, pulling on it slowly.
