I laughed nervously, trying to lighten the situation and tease him into a better mood. “We haven’t known each other that long, Gino.”
He scrubbed his face with his free hand. “You don’t understand.”
“Then why don’t you explain it to me?” I just needed to keep him talking long enough to give me time to think. He was obviously very drunk. He must’ve kept drinking after I’d left him in his office.
He shook his head. “I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because you’ll hate me. You’ll think I’m a monster after what I’ve done.”
I already thought he was a monster. Sometimes. But I wouldn’t say I hated him. “Indifferent” was a better term. Pulling the blankets back, I slid my legs over the side of the bed. I’d changed into my usual sleeping clothes after Tristan left, a tank and sleep shorts, and I planned to use my skimpy attire to my full advantage. If I could distract Gino with my body, maybe he’d put that damn gun down and sober up enough to come back to his senses. “I’d never hate you, Gino. Why would you think that? You’ve done nothing but take care of me and my family.”
His eyes fell to my breasts hanging free beneath my shirt. I’d never been so glad that I’d chosen my thinnest shirt to wear tonight. It was also such a light pink it was practically see-through. Of course, it wasn’t Gino I’d had in mind when I’d chosen it.
My feet touched the floor, and I spread my legs slightly and thrust my chest out. Nothing too obvious. Just enough to keep his attention. “Why would you think that, Gino?”
His eyes dropped to my crotch, then quickly rose to my face. “Because I shouldn’t be looking at you like this.”
“Why not? I like the way you look at me.”
He frowned. “No, you don’t. You fight me.”
I didn’t bother to deny it. “I thought you liked it when I fight you.”
His forehead creased in confusion. “I do.”
“There’s nothing wrong with that. It’s exciting.”
The barrel of the gun was now rubbing the bulge in his pants. I didn’t think he was even aware of it. I got to my feet slowly, careful not to make any sudden moves as I closed the distance between us. “Why don’t you let me help you with that?” Pushing the gun out of the way with a shaking hand, I started to undo the fastening of his slacks.
He let me do it, his lips parting on a loud inhale as I dropped to my knees in front of him and pulled out his semi-hard cock. Keeping my eyes wide and innocent, I looked up at him as I sucked the head into my mouth.
“I’ve loved you for so long,” he repeated, watching me.
He still held the gun in his hand, and I watched it out of the corner of my eye, wishing I’d remembered to grab the knife. I had no idea if he’d come in here planning to kill me or himself or both of us, but I couldn’t panic. If I did, this wasn’t going to end well. But maybe, just maybe, if I could get him out of this mood he was in, he’d change his mind.
With one hand, I held the base of his shaft, and with the other, I cupped my breast, lifting it and playing with my nipple through the material of my shirt. I moaned as I sucked him in deep. His dick wasn’t tiny, but it wasn’t overly large either, and I could easily take all of him in. I scraped my teeth along the sensitive skin as I released him, feeling him swell and harden.
I gave the best damn blowjob of my life, and soon I felt his hand on the back of my head, guiding me as he started slamming his cock into my mouth, his breathing harsh and uneven. Closing my eyes, I concentrated on not gagging and silently hoped he’d pass out when he finished so I could get the gun away from him.
“Yes, baby. I’m gonna fucking come…I’m gonna co…” I opened my eyes, and his words broke off as they met his stare. His face crumpled, and cold, hard metal dug into my temple. “Jesus, help me,” he whispered.
I broke out into a cold sweat, fear twisting my gut, and froze with his dick still in my mouth.
“Give me strength,” he continued. “Please, give me strength.” He rocked his hips slightly, and I watched as tears filled his eyes and rolled down his cheeks.
My mind spun. I was going to die. I could see it in his eyes. I was going to die because of Gino’s sudden Catholic guilt. Why? Because we weren’t married? Or because he’d bought me like a whore?
A frightened sob slipped out of me as he continued to fuck my mouth, harder again now, his fingers tightening in my hair as the barrel of the gun dug into my temple. I felt him swell in my mouth as his orgasm neared.
Suddenly, his eyes hardened with determination. “I’m sorry, sweet girl,” he panted. “I’m so sorry. I’m a sick, sick man. It isn’t your fault. But this is for the best.”
No. No, it fucking wasn’t.
I bit down as hard as I could. At the same time, I knocked the gun away from my head. A shot rang out, emphasizing Gino’s scream of pain as he fell back against the door and tried to rip my mouth off his dick by my hair. Blood covered my tongue, and I opened my mouth, falling on my ass as I frantically tried to spit it out.
Gino writhed in pain in front of me, both hands covering his crotch and the gun still in his hand. I had to get the fuck out of there. If he didn’t shoot me, one of the guards who were surely heading this way would. As if on cue, someone slammed into my bedroom door, trying to open it, but Gino’s heavy girth was blocking it.
