Page 66 of Vendetta

His words melted into my skin, and I arched my neck, giving him better access. The traitorous hoodie slipped off my shoulder as hot gusts of his breath rolled across my flesh. He groaned, and the sharp edge of his teeth scraped across my throat. I wanted the sting of his bite more than anything I’d wanted in my life. His hands slipped under my sweater, closing over the swollen mounds of my breasts and teasing a moan from my lungs.

“Should I kill you now and end this insanity?” He rolled my nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

Arching into his touch, I ignored his muttered words and rubbed my ass over the ridge in his pants. I wanted to answer. I wanted to tell him to let me go, but the words evaporated in the heat growing between my thighs. How could he expect me to form words when one of his hands skated down my stomach and dipped under my sweats, finding me drenched?

“So slick and perfect for me, aren’t you?” His teeth dragged along my shoulder and back up my neck.

My pulse hammered in my ears as he pushed my sweats down. I squirmed on his lap until my pants slid far enough to kick them off, and I opened my thighs to drape over his. His fingers dipped into my drenched channel, pulling them free, he offered them to me. My lips wrapped around his digits, sucking them into my mouth. French toast, amber, and bourbon undertones coated my tongue, remnants of their cum still deep inside me. He pulled his fingers free, and I dropped my head back on his shoulder, my eyes falling closed as something cold and hard traced its way down my hip.

I flinched at the chill of metal on my skin and tried to look, but Nico’s hand abandoned my breast and snaked up to wrap around my throat, keeping me from it. His thighs held mine spread wide, pinned against the chair legs as I squirmed, trying to see what he was holding. Deep down, I knew.

It was that gun.

He hated me as much as I hated him, despite how our bodies coveted one another, pulling us together like magnets. But finally, he was going to do it, he was going to kill me. Right here in his backyard without a single witness. I didn’t need to look to know. His shiny revolver had been right there the whole time. Had he loaded it? I couldn’t remember.

Shit, he really was going to kill me.

“Nico, please.” My heart raced, and my adrenaline ratcheted up. Deep down in the depths of my trembling soul, I knew that if he’d decided to do it, begging wouldn’t save me. Nothing would.

He didn’t reply, but his lips closed over the column of my throat.

He was going to fucking shoot me. I trembled.

“Say that again, cariño,” he growled against my skin.

My entire body quivered, and goosebumps rippled across my flesh. “Please don’t shoot me.”

His chest rumbled with a near silent chuckle. “Shhhhh, Rosalina. I know what you need,” he purred my name in a way I’d never heard before. A dark, seductive sort of way that felt like velvet fingers stroking all the way down my spine.

Against my will and better judgement, my belly tightened, clenching in the most delicious way.

The harder I struggled, the tighter his hold. Black sparks danced across the pale blue sky as his grip on my throat kept me from filling my lungs.

My vision narrowed. The wide barrel of his revolver nudged against my soaking entrance. My body welcomed it as he pressed the cold slide of unyielding steel into my waiting heat and gushed its approval despite my terror.

If he was going to kill me, at least I’d enjoy it.

After the first long, silky stroke, my struggling ebbed and his grasp on my neck eased, allowing me to gulp a breath. His scent was an assault, flooding my nose, drowning me in his pheromones, and my body throbbed around the revolver that he shoved deeper and deeper with every thrust.

My pussy fluttered around the slippery steel as he used it to ratchet up my pleasure. He expertly brought me to the pinnacle and held me there, relentless, pistoning the inflexible metal into me, dragging out the ecstasy until it bordered on pain. Moans tore from my chest in ragged gasps as I let go, no longer holding back as he pounded the barrel deeper.

The cold length was unforgiving and impersonal, but when the trigger guard nudged against my clit, I couldn’t stop the fear-laced orgasm that shattered through my trembling body like an explosion. Terror and pleasure held me in a vise that I didn’t want to escape, shuddering and grasping around the gun.

Slick dripped down my thighs onto the decking in thick spatters as I clenched around the steel that slowed and finally slid free. My whimper at the loss was laughable.

I thought he was going to kill me, but now all I wanted was more.

Chapter 43

Nico

All I would’ve had to do was pull the trigger. The only justice in this world was revenge.

But I couldn’t. She made me weak, and I didn’t care.

Her scent mixed with my pack was more than I could resist. My favorite revolver dripping with her slick was the hottest damn thing I’d ever seen. I dropped it onto the table and reached between us, unfastened my pants, and pulled my raging cock free. All logical thought fled as blood and heat rushed to my dick. I’d just spent days fucking her, but I still hadn’t gotten enough.

I shouldn’t like her. I shouldn’t need to be inside her. I shouldn’t be getting threats from my own fucking omega, telling me I’d better not hurt her.