“This would’ve been easier if you’d stayed dead.”
His eyes flashed, but she didn’t let him speak. Curving her hand around his neck she pulled him down the few inches until his lips touched hers. He quickly jerked from her grip, the spike of disappointment disappearing as he forced her harder against the wall. His lips crushed against hers, his tongue devouring, dominating.
She was losing control of her life, everything falling apart. Maybe she wanted him to break, to lose his constant fucking calmness until he was a mess too, just like her.
“Please,” she begged when he moved to nibble against her throat, his hand lifting to wrap in her hair.
“Please what?” His fist tightened, a sharp ache along the back of her skull. Use your words, Rae. Want me to stop?”
“No!” Her pussy clenched, already embarrassing wet. “Don’t you dare stop.”
“Good, but I’m not going to fuck you.” His voice was smooth compared to the roughness with which he stroked. His fingers heavy, unforgiving as he flicked hard at her nipples. “You’re not ready for what I want.”
She would have shoved him, clawed at him. But he sucked the sensitive space between her throat and shoulder, biting down until she was pinned, completely at his mercy. The slight pain shot straight between her legs, and she groaned, needing more.
“What… what do you want?” Only he’d ever brought this reaction from her body, as if she’d combust if he didn’t touch her.
His breath was hot as it caressed the edge of her ear, his hand still holding her head at an angle. “Complete submission.”
Her thighs went to press together, but he’d shoved a leg between hers, stopping her. “Fuck you,” she hissed, finally shoving against his chest. He didn’t budge, and that infuriated her further.
“You and this bloody short skirt,” he said, hand disappearing beneath the fabric. “Drives me fucking crazy.”
Rae was panting, his finger slipping straight past her underwear to spear between her slick folds. She let out a cry, clenching as he thrust inside. He pulled her underwear, letting it fall to the floor. There was no teasing, no build up or prep. She had no choice but to stretch around two of his thick fingers, both expertly rubbing against her g-spot, punishing her with such intense pleasure she was going to explode.
“Easier… easier to reach my gun,” she managed to say, his thumb flicking against her clit, bringing her closer and closer to a release.
“That’s right,” he said, pulling away. “Your gun.”
Her thigh holster drooped, the cold press of something metal touching her seconds later. It was an extreme sensation, forcing her to gasp as he moved her own weapon back and forth through her folds, the barrel touching her clit on every stroke.
“Oh, God.” It was too much, the cold against her heat, Titus pushing her beyond her limits. He still hadn’t released her hair, keeping her exactly where he wanted, unable to move with arousal dripping down her thighs. Completely at his mercy, and she fucking loved it.
He dipped his head, kissing a line up her throat before coming to her lips. “You’re cunt’s mine, Raegan Fox.” Another thrust of the gun. “Not your God’s.” The barrel slipped to the opening of her core. “Mine.”
Her pussy contracted around the cold metal, both pain and pleasure.
“I didn’t say you could come yet,” he whispered against the skin of her throat, teeth biting down. “You have to beg.”
Rae tried to roll her hips, but Titus simply pulled away, leaving her aching. “I’m going to fucking kill you,” she hissed.
“You’ve tried that,” he chuckled, smearing her arousal along the inside of her thighs. “And look where we are?”
“Please,” she growled, her release so close, she could taste it.
“Please what?”
She was going to kill him. Something painful. “Please Titus, or I’ll finish myself!”
The gun brushed against her clit, so cold and heavy that the orgasm tore through her so hard she almost collapsed.
Titus’s caught her cry with his tongue, his hand continuing to stoke in precise movements, drawing out her release until her legs shook, bones aching from how intense she’d exploded.
Rae sagged when he released her hair, head dropping back to rest against the wall. He pulled the gun from beneath her skirt, bringing the barrel, slick with her cum up to his lips. Slowly, his tongue flicked out to lick along the entire length, and Rae was sure she could come again just from that sight alone.
She wanted to hit him, but instead she reached up on her toes and kissed, tasting herself on his lips. She kissed him like he was the last man on earth, as if they weren’t enemies, but normal lovers lost in each other.
She pulled back, entire body flushed. “Forty-three hours,” she whispered, knowing her decision had been made for her.
