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His calloused palm met my ass cheek with a brutal smack, causing my pussy to clench. But there was nothing there to fill it. Before I could reach down and do the job myself, Gunner snatched up my arms and wrenched them behind me.

“Tell me you want my cock. Tell me you’re mine,” he whispered in my ear, the vulnerability and anger in his voice almost too much to handle.

“Yes. You’re the only man I’ve ever wanted to let close. I don’t know what voodoo you’ve worked on me, but I want you, Gunner,” I replied, shocked I’d showed my emotions.

“You’re the one known as La Brujita, Ryan.” His lips landed on the back of my neck, sucking gently. “You bewitched me.” He slid one hand up to my throat, his other held my arms, before he growled in my ear. “I’m going to make it so you only think about my hand around your throat and the pleasure it brings you. That asshole from last night doesn’t get space in this pretty head of yours. Now, you keep these right here. Do you understand?” he asked, my cheek rubbing against the tile wall it was pressed against as I viciously nodded my head.

“Remember, words, babe. I want your words.”

I tried to recall how to even form words. My brain was overloaded with all the stimulation and deprivation I was feeling.

“Yes, Gunner, I won’t move them. Now fucking touch me,” I ground out.

The hand that held my wrists made its way down my body. Over my hip, my thigh, until he was centimeters from my clit. I squirmed, trying to force his fingers to touch me where I wanted, but his hand just tightened on my throat.

“Ryan,” his voice dragged out my name like I was a naughty child, “don’t be a brat. You’re not going to rush me. I’m going to take my time with this sweet pussy,” I cried out when he slapped my clit, reprimanding me. “Behave. Now, let’s see how badly you want me.”

I could hear the smile in his voice as he ran a finger along my slit.

“Fuck. You want me so fucking bad, babe.” Lust coated his words.

He thrust two fingers into my wet pussy without warning, making me moan in pleasure. The pressure from his hand tightening on my throat increased the sensations. I let out a cry of protest when he removed his thick fingers.

“Chinga tu madre, Gunner. Fuck me,” I growled out, hardly recognizing my voice. It was hard to tell if I was in pleasure or pain. I sucked in a breath as he dragged his fingers coated in my arousal and prodded at my ass.

“Soon, Ryan. Soon, I’m going to fuck you. And when I do, you’ll never get away. Understand? You’ve ruined me. Changed all my plans, altered the very fabric of my future. So as punishment, I’m going to drag you along with me,” he whispered in my ear. “I’m keeping you, Ryan. You hear? When all the shit hits the fan, when you fight me, when you question everything, ’cause you will. None of that will keep you from me. You won’t get away.”

His words were spoken as a promise. But I was too desperate to try to analyze what they meant. I did know that those words made me feel complete when spoken from his lips. There was a stark difference between this and the caged feeling when Mario said something similar.

My head hit his shoulder while my hands wrapped behind Gunner’s neck—fingers entwining in his hair. Gunner groaned as my nails dug into his scalp.

His hands moved to my breast, pinching my nipples hard. I didn’t know what I was being punished for, maybe for making him care, but he was just as guilty. I wasn’t supposed to fall for anyone. Especially Gunner. Opening up meant heartbreak, and I already knew he would shred my war-torn heart to pieces. But I was learning I liked the pain and pleasure Gunner gave me.

Turning in his arms, I took in his face. His pupils were blown out with lust mixed with a look of longing and an emotion I couldn’t quite place. Our eyes stayed locked as my tongue dragged down the ridges of his abdomen, my knees hitting the tile in front of him.

Dicks were not good-looking, but fuck me if Gunner’s didn’t look like the hottest thing I’d seen in my life. I leaned forward and lapped up the precum collecting at the head. The moan he let out had me reaching down to rub my clit. But my fingers never made it to their destination. Gunner tangled his hand in my hair and yanked back. Water ran down my face, making it hard to see and breathe.

When did waterboarding become hot?

“You are not to touch yourself, babe. Your hands are on me or behind your back, but that dripping cunt of yours doesn’t get touched,” he commanded.

I whimpered at his words, fucking whimpered, never having been more turned on in my life. He allowed me to move my mouth back to him but didn’t remove his hand from my hair. I pressed my tongue flat along the underside of his cock and ran it up to his tip. A huge smirk appeared on my face when Gunner’s free hand landed on the shower wall—using it for support. It was all the encouragement I needed to reach up and roll his heavy balls in my hand while circling his tip with my tongue.

I peeked up at him through my lashes, finally pulling him as far down my throat as I could handle. The hold on my hair tightened, and he shoved in a few more centimeters, causing me to choke and my eyes to water.

“That’s a good girl. Let me hear you choke on it,” he said.

The growl in his voice had me moaning around his cock. I didn’t know if a woman could orgasm without even being touched, but Gunner sure was getting close to helping me accomplish that. My mouth worked up and down for a few strokes before moving down to his balls, taking each one in and softly sucking. Gunner let out a moan and moved his legs apart slightly to give me more room to work.

He used my hair to pull my mouth off, forcing me to look at him. “I want that dirty mouth around my cock, Ryan,” he claimed before ramming his dick back down my throat.

The bite of the tile on my knees and the aching of my core added to the experience. Through my lashes, I took in the look of pure pleasure on Gunner’s face, making me decide to take this further. My hand found its way back to his balls before moving to his backside.

“Fuck,” he called out, slamming his palm against the wall the moment my finger prodded his ass.

But he didn’t stop me; he widened his feet, giving me better access. I sucked harder as he fucked my face. Saliva dripped down to the hand wrapped at his base. This was the sloppiest blow job I’d given, and I loved every moment he held me in place—fucking my face.

Actually, I’d never loved giving a blow job until this moment.