Page 19 of Bleed with Me

“Help?” Surprise crossed his features, and his brows shot up so high they almost met his hairline. “Who taught you this is how you ask for help?” He yanked his arms to make a point, groaning in discomfort. Guilt pinched my chest, but I couldn’t risk setting him free.

“Don’t be dramatic, Dorian,” I scoffed. “It’s surely not your first time.”

“Actually, it is.” He grimaced, pushing himself up a little. “A woman has never kidnapped me. But if this is how it usually goes.” He gave me a quick once-over. “Then I regret I wasn’t abducted by a hot leather-clad villain sooner.”

“By a woman,” I pointed out, ignoring the blush heating up my cheeks. Thankfully, the mask successfully concealed the effect of his words. “You’ve been kidnapped by a group of men, Chechen assassins to be precise.”

“Supposedly.” He tilted his head to the side, keeping eye contact with me, as if he'd noticed something I wanted to hide.

“Will you stop aiming that gun at me, please?” he asked politely, casting me the look of a hurt puppy. “It makes me hard.”

It took a moment for my brain to process what he meant. My eyes widened, but my arm with the gun didn’t move. He smiled knowingly, sure he had caught me off guard, yet he had no idea what that simple sentence did to my body and my obsessed mind. A jolt of electricity shot through me, pushing all rational thought out the window.

“It does, huh?” Slowly, I pointed the gun at his groin, acknowledging his tented pants. Biting my bottom lip, I stared at the bulge as if hypnotized.

I caused this. He was aroused by my actions.

“Yeah, it’s a new experience, but I like it,” he replied, dragging my attention from his crotch to his gorgeous face. My gaze clashed with his intense hazel eyes, watching me like I was the most interesting thing in the world. A victorious smirk lifted the corners of my lips, and a devilish idea popped into my mind.

“Isn’t that a lovely coincidence?” I asked sweetly, lowering my gun to his ankle. “That we met under unorthodox circumstances, which excites us both.”

Leisurely, I dragged it up his leg while I watched his stare pursue the movement until I reached his cock. I pressed the barrel against his bulging erection, which grew before my eyes. I struggled to focus on teasing him. My mouth filled with saliva, and my mind already imagined my tongue tracing his cock.

“Just don’t pull the trigger,” Dorian exhaled, his hips instinctively lifting against it. “It would ruin our perfect foreplay.”

I laughed, a slightly maniacal sound as I drowned in the moment of complete power over him. My free hand settled on his muscular thigh and I climbed onto the bed between his spread legs. Seeing him at my mercy sent a delicious thrill through me.

“What will I do with you?” I said in a seductive whisper, dragging my hand through the outline of his cock. A deep groan of pleasure reached my ears, making my heart swell with pride. I had enough experience in fulfilling men’s needs, but making the man of my dreams moan was another level of satisfaction.

“I’m pretty sure you know what to do, ma vilaine,” he breathed, the pet name doing funny things to my insides.

Holding the gun against Dorian’s cock with one hand, I loosened the belt with the other and opened the button on his pants. Looking at him, I reached inside his black boxer briefs and pulled out the main prize. His eyes shone with lust, glued to my hand as I gripped the base of his erect cock and directed my mouth toward the glistening tip. My lips parted, the blood rush in my ears deafening when I slipped my tongue out and tasted him.

“Ooh, fuck,” he exhaled a long, ragged breath, his gaze following my movements. My hand wrapped around his thick length, leisurely moving up and down while I took it inside my wet mouth until it reached the back of my throat. His sounds rose like an intoxicating crescendo, teasing my nerves and urging me to go further, to give him more. His cock hardened in my mouth with every flicker of my tongue, and saliva dripped down my chin as I worked to bring him closer to release.

“Oh, my fu…” Dorian moaned, the sound varying between surprise and pleasure when I pressed the barrel of the gun against the side of his cock. He flinched slightly, the restraints pulling me out of my trance. My eyes jumped up, meeting his look as my hand directed the gun to the base and continued to his balls.

“Scared, baby?” I asked sweetly, my lips stretching into a broad mocking smile. My tongue smeared the leaking precum all over his tip, my heart dancing samba in my chest from the overwhelming feeling of power that poisoned me.

“More like—” he started, but was harshly interrupted by a loud gasp coming from the door behind me.

“What the fuck?” Lucas yelled in disbelief, making me almost jump out of my skin in surprise. I’d completely forgotten he was supposed to be back from his mission.

“Well,” Dorian chuckled, tilting his head as he watched me wipe my mouth. Not even the mask could hide my disappointment. His hooded, darkened eyes pierced mine in a heated look, and his white teeth sank into his plump lower lip. “What about a threesome?”

“The only threesome you’ll get is with me and my gun, baby,” I replied, leaning closer and placing a wet smooch on his cheek.

“Can’t wait, ma vilaine,” he whispered, a mischievous grin splitting his face, but Lucas disturbed us again.

“Seriously?” he groaned like a wounded animal, throwing his arms in the air like an overreacting middle-aged lady he undoubtedly was in the previous life. “I left you with him for a few hours!”

I blinked innocently, a small smile lifting my mouth. Gripping the gun in my right hand, I left the bed and joined him. The black attire he put on himself emphasized his lean, tall, athletic body and brought out the muscles in his arms and chest. The black ski mask covered his entire face, making his green eyes gleam with irritation.

“Stop overreacting,” I whispered, bumping my shoulder into him. “I need him to like me.”

“Yeah.” He nodded, an exasperated sigh escaping as he pulled his phone from his cargo pants pocket. “We’ll need any affection he can give us.”

He turned the screen toward me, but instead of the shock he clearly expected, my heart skipped a beat with excitement. Undoubtedly, Dorian wouldn’t be happy after seeing this turnaround.