10
The click is loud, deafening really, second to the sound of her heavy breaths. Her eyes are wide, swollen lips parted.
My cock is harder than it has ever been before, pressing painfully on the zipper of my pants.
The girl pulled the trigger with the gun aimed at my head. She was prepared to do it so, why the fuck am I hotter than hell for her?
I take calm steps towards her when really, all I want to do is rush her and strip her from the clothes she’s only just pulled on. I’m not thinking straight and right now I don’t want to be. All I want is to be balls deep inside this fucking crazy woman.
She presses the trigger again and again, frantically, so much so that the gun isn’t even pointed at me anymore.
I wasn’t stupid to leave my own gun on me loaded. There was always a chance this could happen, even if the kiss didn’t occur, and I have so many weapons stashed around the house I wouldn’t be unarmed for long. Right now I am weaponless. Did I need a weapon to take her out? No, of course not, doesn’t mean I wouldn’t come out of it bleeding though. I’m sure the girl will put up a hell of a fight
In fact, I hope she does. When it eventually happens, and it will, she better fucking fight. She deserves to give herself that much.
I step into the gun, the barrel pressed to my sternum as I reach forward and tilt her chin up so she can see my face. Her eyes are wide, swimming with panic but not fear. This was her plan. Seduce and take out.
The little siren.
“Brave girl,” I murmur, leaning forward to whisper my lips across hers. She allows it, her lashes fluttering closed. Her copper hair, darker now it’s wet, is pushed away from her angelic face, falling down her back with little droplets of water rolling over the strands and dripping off the ends to soak into the fresh sheets below. “But very misbehaved.”
I pry the gun from her hands, but she doesn’t let go so easily. When it finally comes away, she whimpers against my mouth.
“Do you want to feel good, little bird?” I mumble, dipping my head to her throat.
She doesn’t answer me, but she doesn’t pull away either.
“I need words,” I tell her.
“Y-yes.”
“Good girl.”
I tuck my fingers under the hem of her tank and push it up, feeling her silky smooth skin under my hands. She’s burning hot, her skin feverish and soft. I discard the tank behind me, leaving her top half bare to my eyes. She’s so fucking perfect. Curves in all the right places, a taut belly and her breasts sit perky and round on her chest. My fingers feather on the underside, a swarm of goose bumps pimpling her skin. Her nipples are hard pebbles, begging for my touch. I follow the curve of her breasts, watching and reveling in the way she arches her spine and pushes them forward for me.
“So very pretty,” I mumble.
Her breathing comes out faster as I roll a nipple between my thumb and forefinger, pinching hard enough to straddle the line between pleasure and pain.
She might not realize it yet, but this girl likes a fight with her pleasure. I just know it.
I’ll push and she’ll push just as hard back.
“Stay still,” I order, dipping my head to capture a nipple between my teeth. When her body jerks I bite down harder.
“Ow!” She curses.
“Stay still,” I order again.
Her nostrils flare but she holds still this time as my tongue laps at the hardened peaks.
“Shit,” she mumbles, “shit. This is wrong. So fucking wrong.”
I grin against her skin, she’s right about that at least.
This is where lines get blurred, goal posts get moved.
Her father is out, set to destroy my entire world and here I am, getting myself a sweet taste of his daughter.