“Take your clothes off,” I tell her.
Her brows narrow, and I move the gun up and down in an urgent way.
“Take them off,” I repeat.
“Why?”
“Because every fucking time you’ve touched me, you’ve had on these ridiculous hoodies and pants or that damn bodysuit,” I say. “You’ve been masked. Covered. While I was naked and exposed. And when I fuck you in a few minutes, I’m going to enjoy every inch of you.”
Gemma considers me for a second before doing exactly as I ask.
I’m a goner as she peels her clothes off, layer by layer. Her boots. Her hoodie… I have an innate need to lick her entire stomach, every vein, and every crease in her arms. She unzips the front clasp of her sports bra, and when her full tits bounce free, I almost crumble.
I’m parched… gasping for a taste of her. She hooks her thumbs in the waistband of her pants, wiggling her ass a little as she strips down.
And when she’s standing absolutely bare, a noise leaves me that I have zero regrets over.
“Get on the bed,” I manage, clearing my throat.
She holds my eyes and crawls onto the mattress, kneeling on the edge in the middle, her legs spread wide. The crease at her hips makes me want to reach out and grab her, watch her body bounce on me as I lick her cunt and then her tears after.
I let out a quivering breath as I step toward her. We’re almost touching, faces a breath apart. I resist touching her with my hands, and instead drag the barrel of the gun over her cheek, across her jaw, down her throat…
“I want you to show me how you think of me,” I say, trailing the gun down further. “When you’re in here all alone, watching the cameras…”
She opens her mouth, a broken sigh leaving her when the barrel reaches her pussy.
“Do you get wet watching me touch myself?” I rasp, head tilting. “Did you wish it was your fingers inside me and not some toy?”
“Always,” she breathes.
I slide the gun between her thighs, parting her labia. She sucks in a breath as the cold steel strokes along her, and I’m jealous of the shift her hips make to grind along the shaft.
“I was thinking about you these last few weeks,” I say as I lean in, my teeth grazing her earlobe. “One of the versions… and each time I envisioned my stalker taking off her mask, it was always you beneath it.”
“Bonnie,” she whispers, her eyes closed.
“You’ve fucked me entirely,” I breathe. “You’veruinedme. I can hardly catch my own breath without fantasizing that it’s your hand around my neck allowing me to take it.”
My teeth drag along her jaw, and I reach for one of her curls to twirl around my finger. Shit, she looks so ethereal like this—so perfectly poised and ready, legs spread, nipples peaked…
I’m keeping up this face, yet I can’t wait for her to decide I’ve had enough fun and punish me for it.
“Look at you, babygirl… How wet is this gun going to be?” I ask her.
Her nose brushes mine, tongue parting her lips. I meet it with my own—just the tip—and it almost makes me push her back.
“As wet as you are right now,” she says as her lashes raise. “I knew you were aroused the moment I snapped his neck,” she claims. “I could smell you, baby. You can’t hide from me.”
Every hair-raising word from her lips has me weakening more. She leans in and kisses my jaw in that devastating way, nearly causing my knees to give out from under me.
I slowly pull the weapon from between her thighs and look down at it.
It glistens in the lamp light.
Fuck.
Catching her eye, I bring it to my lips and drag my tongue the length of the barrel. It’s barely a glimmer of her taste, tainted by the metal’s iron tang. Still, it drives my greed, and I’m fucking throbbing just staring at her.
