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“Open your eyes. Fuck, you’re so fucking wet for me,” he says, breathing heavily.

I shake my head but arch my back and moan when he grabs the gun and pushes the cold barrel against my clit.

“I can smell you,” he rasps.

My eyes fly open as tears spring to my eyes. This is not going to be my first time, him fucking me with his gun. His eyes flick to mine and the look in them softens a little, until I gasp again when he presses hard against my engorged clit, making my legs buck and start to shake while he covers me with his body. He’s trying to hide the fact he’s hard, the front of his dress pants tenting.

“Please,” I beg, while his smile widens.

“Please what?” he asks, his voice smooth and low. He likes this, he likes it when I’m scared. I can use this to my advantage. I will. It’s on motherfucker. Two can play this game.

I cower back against the wooden table. I’ve never seen the look on his face. Like he gets off on my fear, my pain. He pushes himself against my thigh and I can feel his hardness teasing my naked skin where my panties are digging in my leg. His chest is heaving while he runs his gun over my spread lips, up and down, left to right like a cross.

“Just give it up,” he says, his tone so matter of fact, like this is nothing.

My own breath is coming out in hard pants while my heart hammers in my chest. His dark black eyes are fixed on mine while he stops breathing and pushes the barrel inside me, spreading my pussy lips so I’m swallowing the barrel.

“Stop it, Tian,” I whimper while he runs his lips over my parted ones. I grab the back of his neck, my nails digging into his skin, and I hate the flame of desire coursing through me.

My breath catches and he pulls his head back in an instant. A look of curiosity is reflected in his eyes.

“I like the way you say my name, all breathless and full of fear,” he grunts, ripping the fabric of my tights with his hand.

“Fuck you,” I hiss when cold air hits my legs.

“All in good time, you know that right. Our first time is going to be in a bed. This is just an appetizer.” He presses the barrel against my clit again. I try to close my legs, but they are shaking so much, making him laugh. He pushes one leg up the table opening me up for him, while my dress pools around my waist. I look down between our bodies seeing my black tights are hanging on by a thread, the crotch area nonexistent from where he ripped through it.

“You’re a sick bastard.”

“Why?” He tilts his head slightly as he lets go of my hands, running his fingers through his hair. I can see his black gun glistening with my wetness from the reflection of the Shanghai lights.

My eyes land on his zipper standing straight up. Holy shit, the man isn’t just packing under his suit jacket. Without thinking I slap him hard across his face. His head flips to the side, and blood appears at the right corner of his upturned mouth. I try to hit him again, but he slams my hand back against the wood, the pain overwhelming. I bite hard on my lip, drawing blood as pain travels through my fingers while I cry out.

He leans forward to run his thumb over my bleeding lip and presses it in his mouth, suckling on the blood. My heart stops when his eyes roll to the back of his head. Holy shit, what the hell is happening? And why does my clit twitch the moment he opens his eyes. He looks almost hungry. Like he’s looking at his favorite snack. I shake my head, no that can’t be it right?

“Lucky for you, I like pain, you can slap me all you want. You’ll be making sure I’ll come before I’ll make you come.”

“You’ll never,” I spit out, the saliva hitting his lips. He smirks, grabbing me by the throat again, making sure I’m looking at him while he runs his tongue over his lip where I hit him.

“You taste better than I imagined,” he moans, and his eyes widen as do mine.

“When have you ever thought about—” I begin, but he starts to close his hand over my neck. Little specks of black travel in front of my eyes. The man is choking me, but why does my clit twitch again, and why do I feel the cold air on my drenched panties. No, I shouldn’t be feeling like this.

“Tian, please,” I choke out, while my legs go slack.

He notices and loosens his grip on my throat so I can fill my lungs with needed air. He starts to rub his gun across my clit again, his pupils dilating while I struggle with him trying to get his hands off me. I press my nails in his wrist, but he smirks at me. I feel my throat going dry as my heart thunders in my chest. My eyes are swimming with unshed angry tears. I don’t only hate myself in this moment but him too. I feel something stir deep inside my stomach, and down to my clit, when he starts to move the gun in slow circular motions. I lick my lips and his eyes track my tongue. The wicked smile tugging at the corner of his mouth sends a chill down my spine.

“I like your pantyhose being ripped like this.” His voice thick with lust.

“Have you been watching Japanese porn, asshole?” I’m practically foaming at the mouth.

“You have no idea what I’ve seen, but it doesn’t compare to what I know you like.”

I draw my brows together in a frown. “What the hell are you talking about?”

He leans forward to press his lips against the shell of my ear. “All those BL series you watch on a daily basis have given me some ideas. But I thought you should get acquainted with my other guns before you meet the main one.” He laughs, raising a single brow like a dare. “Come on, smile a little, it was a funny joke.”

“I hate you.” Trying to hide the smile I feel tugging on my lips.