Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 70797 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70797 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
My hands went to his chest, and I kissed him back without thinking twice about my actions. Everything was natural, thoughtless. When I was with this man, I never thought twice about what I was doing. I just felt everything he gave me, felt the way our mouths moved together perfectly. Why did the man I hated most have to be the man I wanted the most? Why couldn’t another man kiss me like this? Fuck me as good?
He pulled my shirt over my head and snapped my bra off as he guided me backward to the bedroom.
This was it—now or never.
My nails dug into him, not out of passion, but terror. If I didn’t get this right, I didn’t know what he would do to me. He still intended to kill me, so he might break my skull with his bare hands.
His palms went to my tits, and he squeezed them as he guided me to the bed. When the backs of my knees hit the mattress, he pinched my nipples gently. My jeans were undone then his came loose.
He pushed me back on the bed before he tugged them off, getting them down to my ankles before he pulled my thong with it. Then he dropped his clothes, bringing out his big cock.
I missed that cock.
Killing him almost seemed like a waste, when he was so gifted in many areas. Men weren’t built like this. Men weren’t big like this. And men didn’t fuck like this. He had so much potential—but it was all wasted.
He moved on top of me, his knees separating mine. His weight sank me into the mattress, and he gave me that possessive expression, the kind that told me I was his the second he walked in that door.
My head lay back on the pillow, and that’s when I felt the gun underneath my head.
The shape was distinct through the soft pillows. I could distinguish the barrel from the butt.
This was the perfect time. When he thrust inside me, he was distracted. He was focused on his dick inside me, on the wetness between my legs. And when his lips were on mine, he wasn’t aware of anything else around us.
Just us.
He pointed his dick at my entrance and slid inside.
I gripped his arms and moaned, forgetting how good that felt over the last four days.
Damn…so good. I felt so full, so right.
Maybe I should do it tonight. I would never have better sex than this for the rest of my life, so I should just enjoy it while I could.
But no, there may not be another chance.
I shouldn’t spare his life just because he was good in bed.
I had to do this.
If I didn’t, I would never be free.
My family would never be free.
He thrust into me with even and deep strokes, his mouth moving with mine. He breathed into me as he pumped, giving me his dick at the perfect angle. He played with my mouth, kissing me and teasing me as we moved together. “I missed you, baby.”
The words came out of my lips automatically before I could even think enough to stop them. “I missed you too…”
His dick thickened a little more inside me, loving that response. He kept kissing me, moaning with me from time to time.
I touched his body in different places, never keeping my hands in the same spot. I opened my eyes to look into his and saw that they were closed. Despite the terror in my heart, I made my move. I slid my hand under the pillow without breaking my kiss and reached the butt of the gun. I carefully slid it out from underneath me, kissing him a little harder once my head sank a few more inches where the gun had been.
I pointed the gun to the ground and clicked off the safety.
Fuck, I had to do this.
Point it at his head and pull the trigger. Just like that.
And all of this would be over.
I would be free again.
I tried not to think and just raised the gun. I watched myself point the barrel at his temple, keeping it at point blank range without touching his skin.
He spoke into my mouth. “Do it.”
My heart nearly leaped up my throat and into my mouth.
He opened his eyes and looked at me, not breaking his stride as he continued to fuck me. He stopped kissing me and never looked at the gun. He must have seen it in his peripheral vision because he never turned toward it. “Come on, baby. Do it.” He grabbed my wrist and pressed the barrel right against his temple.
Jesus Christ.
He held his body on top of mine, his cock harder than ever before. It was pulsing inside me, throbbing with imminent explosion. He breathed harder and started to fuck me faster. “This is the only chance you’re going to get. So take it.”