Branded (Fall of Angels #1)(47)

His tongue quickly darts out in excitement as we both near our climaxes. I fear the end, dreading the cliff I’m about to drop off. But with him holding the gun, I’ll do it anyway.

My body shivers from the orgasmic waves. As my eyes roll into the back of my head, he groans out loud. A warm jet of liquid squirts out onto my face and neck. It’s fast and uncontrollable, just like my orgasm that floods me with emotions I can’t even begin to comprehend.

I hate the high I’m on as much as I hate him. As much as I hate the fact he just covered me with his jizz, and it’s dripping down onto my chest. As much as I hate the fact I’m still sweating and gasping for air.

Fuck. Him.

A dirty, satisfied smirk appears on his face. With my middle finger, I swipe along my lips, picking up the cum on the trail, and then stick it up to him.

“Good girl,” he says, smiling like he just won. “Now stick it in your mouth.”

I make a face. “What?”

He flicks the gun around, and it immediately catches my attention. Just like he wants. “Eat. It.”

“Why?” I ask, staring at the barrel of the gun.

“Because I said so,” he says, and he grabs my chin and pulls it down softly until my lips part and form an o.

Reluctantly, I bring my middle finger to my lips and suck on it. It tastes of filthy, naughty sex and all the things he wants to do to me. And it tastes how I imagined him to taste all those years ago.

Fuck.

I gotta remind myself again and again he’s not that same boy from before, and I’m not that same girl. We were both forced to become adults too quickly, and it’s all because of him.

“Thatta girl,” he says with such a smug voice that it makes me want to attack him. Suddenly, he grabs my throat. “You think you only get to enjoy this? No. I want you to suffer,” he says with a darkness in his voice that makes goose bumps appear on my body. “This is only a portion of all the punishment I have in store for you.”

He lowers the gun and picks up the towel. He wraps himself in it again, tucking away that half-hard dangling cock between his legs as if it was never exposed in the first place. He reaches for a small box of tissues sitting on the cabinet and throws a few at me.

“Clean yourself up.”

I do what he says, but only because I can still feel his cum on my face, and I don’t want it there. Especially not if I still wanna go outside and face the world. Hell no.

When I’m done, I chuck the tissues in the bin behind his legs. I quickly grab my panties and pants and pull them on as fast as I can. I don’t want to indulge him any more than I absolutely have to.

However, my eyes are practically glued to the gun because he’s holding it so casually that I’m almost inclined to believe he forgot about it. Just … one … second.

I lunge at it.

He pulls up the gun midair, causing me to fall to the floor empty-handed. I grasp his legs and do the only thing I can think of; I sink my teeth into his skin right near the calves.

He yelps in pain and stomps around with me hanging on him. The gun almost flings from his hand, and I reach out to grab it. As my fingertips touch the metal, my heart skips a beat. Then he shoves me away until I bump into the edge of the bed with the back of my head. An oomph sound leaves my mouth right as he points the gun at my face.

“You never learn, do you?” he says through gritted teeth. “How many times do we have to do this for you to understand that you’ll never win?”

I smile and shake my head. “You’re wrong. I will,” I say with a toneless voice. “I will kill you and your uncle even if it’s the last thing I do on this earth.”

His lips part, but then he closes his mouth again and smiles instead. “Your tenacity is admirable.”

A sudden gunshot makes me close my eyes.

I can’t breathe. Can’t think. Can’t fucking move.

Am I dead?

No. That sound didn’t come from nearby.

My eyes burst open again, only to find Brandon pointing his gun at the door instead.

Two words from him are all that are needed to make my heart race.

“They’re here.”





Chapter Twenty-Three





Brandon



The bullet that went through the walls narrowly missed us. Instead, it’s lodged into the wall next to the bathroom door. I immediately point my gun at the door and wait. If they come in, I’ll fucking shoot them all.

Are these my uncle’s men? Did he send them to kill us both?

I never answered his phone call, so he must know I don’t intend to bring her back to him by now. Still, would he go to these extreme measures just to capture her? Or is something else at play?

“Come out, Brandon. I know you’re in there.”

It’s Matteo.

Shit.

I never expected my uncle would send him of all people. Then again, I shouldn’t be surprised. He’s the closest thing I have to a buddie ever since I left Springhaven and Hanson behind. I never meant to cut things off like that, but that’s what happens when you murder people. You run.

I was lucky my uncle vouched for me and kept me away from the police. They never could identify me, despite firsthand accounts from the Burrells. Without solid proof it was me, the police couldn’t act, so I was free as a bird.