Branded (Fall of Angels #1)(45)

I can’t believe he’s making me do this. I’m convinced he won’t shoot me. He’s only doing this to punish me and humiliate me.

Well, it’s working all right. Especially with that perpetual gaze he gives me while I lick the gun.

God, this feels so wrong.

What the fuck is wrong with him? And me, because I’m actually listening to him?

I should be kicking and screaming, fighting my way out of this mess.

Instead, I’m a complacent bitch. Someone to use any way he sees fit. I’m not even trying to resist.

Maybe that’s what he wants me to see … what he wants me to know …

He can do whatever he wants with me, and no one’s gonna stop him.

Not his uncle. Not the cops. Not even me.

Fuck.

The metal tastes like soot too. It reminds me of a past we never should’ve had together.

I wish I could erase all of it, but I can’t, and now I’m stuck here with him because of it.

Did I ruin his life? No. He only thinks I did, and no amount of me saying I didn’t will make him believe otherwise. He’s convinced himself to hate me, and there’s nothing I can do about it. All I can do is suck it up. Literally.

While he starts unwrapping the towel around his waist.

I try to swallow, but the metal is in the way, and he shoves it farther down my throat with glee. With a devilish smirk on his face, he drops the towel to the floor.

His hard cock is right up in my face.

And more saliva builds in my mouth.

Shit.

I look up into his mischievous eyes filled with amusement. He’s enjoying this a little too much.

“Go on,” he says, nodding downward.

I follow his gaze to his dick which bounces up and down when I look at it. And fuck me, because I’d be lying if I said it didn’t turn me on.

“You wanted to peek. Now you can.”

“I didn’t—”

“Ah.” He shoves the gun farther into my mouth. “I never said you could speak.”

The cold metal against my tongue makes me want to gag, but I don’t want to anger him to the point of pulling off the safety either.

So I stay silent and let my eyes do the talking instead.

“Think you can try to seduce me without consequences, Miss Dixie Burrell?” he says, biting his bottom lip. “Wrong. Now you’ll pay the price.” He nudges my cheek with the gun. “C’mon. Hands.”

“Wha—”

“Shh. I won’t say it again,” he says, putting a finger to his lips. “I gave you a chance to stop, but you didn’t. This is the consequence for pissing me off.”

Wow. I never knew Brandon Locklear could go this far. I’m shocked and amazed, but at the same time, my limbs are weak, and my mouth is numb. I’m not sure if it’s from the metal scraping against my mouth or from his blatant display of dominance.

He was never this forward. This demanding. This sexually enticing as he gazes down at me from underneath those thick, dark lashes with those black eyes.

Shit. I shouldn’t be thinking about him this way. I shouldn’t be thinking about any of this. But I am, and I can’t stop it.

Just as I can’t stop my hands from gripping his length and jerking him off.

His lip barely twitches, but it’s enough to know he’s content.

He stands tall and proud as I roll my hand along his veiny cock, which bursts with as much excitement as his eyes. I’ve never seen him this aroused, this eager to go beyond the limit.

And I’m not sure what I think about it myself because my clit is definitely thumping.

Fuck.

Why do I feel this way about a man I hate with all my guts?

I wanna kill him, yet I’m jerking him off instead.

None of this will free me. I can’t escape when he’s got his gun down my throat, and I can’t take it away from him either. He’d shoot me before I had the chance. Right?

He couldn’t before … but maybe I angered him enough and went too far with my scheme.

A bitterness flows over me like a wave ebbing the sand.

He deserves the worst, yet here I am, jacking him off.

The faster I go, the harder his dick becomes until he suddenly begins to groan.

And the sound alone makes my pussy wet.

Jesus, am I that easy?

Apparently.

Then again, I did this. I wanted to seduce him so I could distract him. I just never thought he’d take me up on the offer, or that he’d overtake me within a few seconds.

How did I lose control so easily?

I can’t even think straight right now with him moaning while he thrusts that gun into my mouth as if it’s his damn cock. And fuck me for even liking it a bit.

“That’s it … cupcake.”

Cupcake?

He’s never called me that. I’m offended yet weirdly blushing right now.

“Suck it off. Make me believe you want it,” he moans as I continue licking the gun like it’s his cock. We both know he’s imagining it, but I would never let him get away with that … not without stealing his gun and shooting him straight in the balls.

That’s what he deserves for murdering my brothers, after all. And he knows damn well.

That’s why he won’t even try. He’ll keep on making me suck this gun and rub his dick until he comes, and if I’m lucky, he’ll let me off without a scratch. If not, I’m in for a fucking treat.