Branded (Fall of Angels #1)(44)

“Don’t you want … a taste?” she murmurs, inching closer and closer with those beautiful puckered lips of hers.

“Stop. I won’t say it again,” I growl.

She pouts. “Why else are you keeping me here? You just canceled a call from your uncle, so it can’t be that.”

I’m still thinking about it. I haven’t decided yet. I know I’m gonna punish her … I just don’t know how.

My uncle would be the easy way out.

I’m not letting him have that honor, and I’m not letting her off the hook either.

Besides, if what she’s saying is true, he didn’t own up to his end of the deal, which means he was liable to damage. If he bought her family’s whole supply and that was their main source of income, no wonder she took extreme measures. I would’ve probably done the same thing if he wasn’t my uncle.

But that’s just it. He is my uncle, and I owe my life to him right now.

Which is why I’m in such a difficult position.

And I made it worse by not answering the phone.

I take a deep breath as I snatch my phone from the counter and stare at my uncle’s number again, wondering if I should call him back. If I made a huge mistake by stopping him from coming after her. If I’m betraying the only family I have left.

“Don’t,” she suddenly says, wrapping her arms around my neck. “He’ll take me away from you. He’ll kill me. And he’ll kill you for going against him.”

Rage bubbles to the surface, and I lash out by grasping both her arms and dragging her toward the bed, shoving her down.

“Don’t. Fucking. Touch. Me.” I mean it this time, and I think she finally understands because her mouth closes and she scrunches up the blankets with her fingers.

Good. I want her to know I’m not playing around.

I’m the one who decides her fate. Not her. Not my uncle.

Me.

“You wanna toy with my emotions?” I growl.

She shakes her head, but the moment she parts her lips, I pull my gun out again and point it at her pussy. “Do you want me to hurt you?”

“No,” she instantly says. “Please.”

“Please?” I repeat, my brows drawing together. “A minute ago, you were begging me to.”

“Not there,” she says, crossing her legs.

I part them with my knees.

I know what her weakness is.

She thinks I’ll kill her quickly? Wrong.

I’ll take my sweet ass time. I’ll do whatever I want to her body until she begs me to end it. That’ll teach her.

“You think you can seduce me?” I say, pushing the gun against her clothes right where her pussy is. “Don’t lie.”

“I’ll stop,” she says, trying to cover it with her hands.

“Nuh-uh,” I say, nudging them off.

Her eyes fill with tears. “If you’re gonna kill me, just do it.”

“Who says I will? Maybe I’ll enjoy our time together first,” I reply, licking my lips at the thought. She wants to play the victim, be my guest, but I’m the last to believe it. I’m not the only one who deserves the worst, and she knows it.

“So … you think you can watch me in the shower without repercussions?” I mumble.

“It was an accident,” she says.

“Of course, it was.” I snort. It’s a damn lie, and she knows it. “If I shoot you in the leg now, that’s an accident too, right?”

“No, no,” she begs. “Do anything you want, just don’t hurt me.”

“Anything?” My cock hardens just from the thought. “Tell me you want it,” I hiss, nudging the gun against her thighs.

“I want it,” she coos.

I’ll give her a piece of her own medicine. “Make me believe it.”

“Give it to me,” she begs.

“Look me in the eyes when you say it, Dixie,” I growl, grabbing her hair as I tilt her head up.

When she opens them and shows me those beautiful, tear-stained eyes, I remember why I fell for her in the first place. Fuck me, she’s pretty when she’s mad.

“Give it to me. I want it,” she repeats in a thick, seductive voice that makes me want to fuck her right now.

Maybe I will, just to show her who’s boss.

She can’t play me, but I will play her.

As a grin spreads on my lips, I say, “Good. Now open your mouth.”

When she does, I put the tip of the gun inside, right on her tongue.

“Suck.”

Her eyes widen as she looks up at me, confused.

“Didn’t hear me? Suck,” I command, this time louder.

She immediately starts licking the metal, sucking on it as if it’s her last lifeline. It probably is, considering how close I came to actually pulling the trigger.

But I won’t tell her that. I like keeping her in the dark.

She deserves to be there, just like me.





Chapter Twenty-Two





Dixie



With the metal stuck in my mouth, I start sucking. Right now, the gun is positioned in a way that I’ll probably survive. Or not. Just thinking about that possibility makes my skin crawl.

But he hasn’t clicked off the safety, so this is all to taunt me. Right? That’s what I tell myself anyway while I suck the metal like it’s his dick.