The man has a gun inside me and a shard of glass to my nipple that he turned red with his blood, and I can’t stop wanting him.
“Say my name,” he orders, the command nonnegotiable.
“Jeremy,” I moan, ready to tell him anything right now.
“Say you wanted me that first time, not some other fucker,me.”
The words get stuck at the back of my throat. I’m not sure I can admit that part. I can’t even admit it to myself after all this time.
Jeremy’s expression darkens. “So while I chased you, feasted on your blood, and fucked you to oblivion, he was the one you were thinking about?”
Who’s he?
I still shake my head, because I don’t like the way his lashes fall over his eyes, shuttering over his expression and sealing him away.
A click sounds in the air. From the gun. He pulled the trigger.
Holy hell.
I’m not sure how it happens or why, but a strong wave washes over me. It’s life, I realize, that rush of breaths after believing I could’ve died.
Jeremy throws the shard of glass aside, unbuttons his jeans, and fists his hard, pulsating cock.
“My turn.” He wrenches the gun from inside me and slides it in his mouth.
The same gun that’s all messed up with my arousal is now between his lips as he licks it clean. Then, the crazy bastard places it against his temple.
“Beg me to fuck you.”
A whole-body shiver goes through me. “If I do, will you stop playing with the gun?”
“I wasn’t asking, Cecily, and this isn’t a fucking negotiation. Beg me to ram my cock inside you and fuck you like you want—rough and out of control.”
I can’t stop staring at the gun shoved up against his head. There’s a fifty percent chance that he’s going to get himself killed.
That might seem like a good percentage, but it’s not. Far from it. One can be lucky for only so long before he vanishes, just like that.
“Please,” I murmur.
He jerks himself up and down in a brutal rhythm that makes my mouth dry. “Please what?”
“Please take me.”
“It’s fuck, not take. Say it properly.”
I bite my lower lip. “Please fuck me.”
The word is barely out when he digs his fingers into the flesh of my outer thigh, lifts my leg, and drives inside me.
My whole body convulses as I fall into his chest, my heart pounding while his remains the same—eternal, unaffected, absolutely cold.
It’s been some time since he was inside me, and I feel his size with every motion and every thrust.
“You’re mine, not anyone else’s, fuckingmine. Now, beg and say my name.”
“Please, Jeremy, please.”
He drives into me in a brutal rhythm that triggers the primal part of me. Unable to stand on one leg, I grip his shoulder for balance.