Dead Drop (The Guild #2)(17)



He pulled back and thrust in again, hard enough to shift me up the bed slightly. It was exactly what I needed.

“You’re mine, DeLuna. This perfect throat is mine to grab.” He tightened his grip, making me moan. Pain radiated from all my fresh wounds, but holy hell I was about to come already. The way he choked me wasn’t to cut my oxygen off, either. It was a careful pressure on my blood vessels, heightening the arousal in every inch of my body. It made me see stars and hear fireworks.

“As for this?” He fucked into my pussy with ferocity. “This is definitely mine. Don’t even think about pulling out that battery-operated dick again without my permission, beautiful.”

I moaned, feeling my muscles spasm and clench with the first waves of orgasm. Leon’s grip let up slightly on my throat as he kissed me again, his tongue roughly tangling with mine in a way that made me feel like the epicenter of his natural disaster.

My gasps and cries were muffled by his kisses as I came hard, his pierced tip striking me in just the right way to keep my climax going an unearthly length of time. Then he hauled me up off the bed like a rag doll and flipped me onto my stomach.

“Up,” he barked at me, slapping my ass. I somehow mustered up the strength to push up onto my knees, leaving my face and chest against the bed like a pornographic yoga pose. It was what he must have wanted, though, because he thrust back into my pussy with a grunt, and his hands gripped my hips like handlebars.

“Holy fuck,” I gasped out as he fucked me harder and deeper than before. Moans and whimpers fell from my lips without any conscious thought. The adrenaline of nearly dying was still rushing through me, making me dizzy and hyperaware of every inch of my skin. It was intense in the best kind of way. “Yes,” I encouraged between moans, “yes, fuck, harder!”

He gave me what I wanted, his hips slapping into my ass so hard I’d likely have bruises in the morning, but shit, what was a few more? The metal buckle of his belt scratched against the back of my thigh, and his short fingernails bit deeply into the flesh of my hips. I came again, muffling my own screams with a pillow, and Leon slowed his thrusts to wait me out.

God damn, his stamina was impressive.

“Fucking gorgeous,” he muttered with rough pants as my climax faded enough for me to catch my breath.

I tipped my face to the side to give him a witty retort, then stiffened when I saw my mysterious attacker move.

“Marx!” I barked. “Nine!”

Leon didn’t question me, nor did he stop fucking me. He just pulled a gun from the holster still strapped under his arm and aimed the gun at the other executioner.

“Be a pal, Bryan, and don’t move,” he drawled to the dazed and confused-looking man on the floor beside the bed. “I’m not done with my girl just yet.”

My attacker seemed resigned, like he recognized Leon and knew he was screwed. So he just gave a small incline of his head and didn’t move another muscle. He just watched.

Leon huffed a laugh and rocked his hips with his cock buried deep inside my pussy. “Babe, keep him covered. Bryan’s a sneaky bastard, but I don’t trust myself not to shoot him if I get carried away.”

He handed me the gun, and I shifted it to my uninjured hand so I could keep it steady on the bleeding man. I’d stabbed him countless times, and the growing stain on the carpet below him confirmed that I hadn’t missed. Never mind the blood dripping from his head where Leon had hit him.

“That’s it,” Leon purred, stroking a hand down my spine. “I hope your gun hand is as steady as the rumors say it is.” He leaned over and stuck two fingers into my mouth. “Suck.”

My lower belly heated, and my pussy tightened around his cock. I was no blushing virgin; I knew what he had in mind. So I did as I was told, coating his fingers in my saliva. I arched my back as he pushed a wet finger into my ass, then moaned and asked for more.

“Yes, ma’am,” he murmured, adding his second finger and fucking my ass slowly with his hand. “So tight, DeLuna. I can’t fucking wait to get my dick in here.”

Words failed me as I rocked on my knees, breathing heavily and keeping the gun trained on Bryan. For several minutes, Leon seemed to just be testing my patience, his movements unhurried and gentle.

Bryan’s gaze shifted from the gun to Leon, and I could sense he was planning on making a move soon. Far too soon, because I was having fun, dammit.

“Marx,” I gasped out, pushing back onto his hand and dick, “smack my ass and fuck me hard. Make me scream, then come all over my pussy.”

Bryan’s eyes widened, but Leon barked a laugh. Then did what I demanded. The crack of his hand across my butt cheek made me shriek and tense up, but then he was fucking me so hard I almost fell off the bed. It was all I could do to keep the gun trained on Bryan, and even then, he must have underestimated me.

As I climaxed, panting and moaning Leon’s name, Bryan tried to make a run for it.

I shot his knee out, making him crash to the floor in a heap. Then Leon grabbed the back of my neck and fucked me so deep I could almost taste his cock in my throat.

He did exactly what I told him to do, pulling out and coming in hot spurts all over my pussy and ass, coating me in his essence. It was hot as hell.

“Don’t move,” he grunted, shifting off the bed.

I tipped my head to the side just in time to catch him taking a picture of his mess with his phone. He met my eyes as he snapped another, then just smirked. “Adding to my collection,” he told me, like that was all the explanation I could possibly need.

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