I fucking lost it. With one hand still in her pussy, I rose to reach for my gun. I kept pistoning my fingers, and when she opened her mouth to mewl again, I shoved the muzzle of my Glock in her mouth, gagging her.
Her eyes were wide, but her pussy was soaked.
“All your pleasure is for me, and me only,” I told her, knowing that I sounded irrational, but I didn’t care. “I’ll be damned if I have to share any part of you with any of the fuckers outside.”
Her eyes became tiny slits as she glared at me, yet her mouth relaxed, allowing me to push my piece deeper into her mouth.
It was depraved, and it was perfect.
My fingers fucked her cunt hard as she moaned against the gun. Her lips quivered from the way it started to hurt her jaw and her eyes watered, and yet I thought she had never looked more beautiful.
A clanking sound sounded against the metal as she bit the muzzle at the same time her pussy started to spasm against my fingers. I put the gun to the side, then removed my fingers from her cunt.
Daphne lay back on the bed, her wolf eyes wide and staring at me as I licked my fingers clean.
Here I thought I had the upper hand, but she said three little words that had my world spinning.
“Gideon.” She said my name like she had never said it before. Like it was something she needed, not just wanted. “Undress me.”
I remembered with clarity the last time I let a man other than Gideon see me naked. It was years ago, right after my sixteenth birthday. A woman’s body was a wonderland, but mine was a tarnished canvas. I didn’t think much about it since my body was a weapon, but right now, the words cost me.
Seduction was the ultimate weapon, and intimacy was the key.
If Gideon was becoming unhinged before, he looked maddening now.
“What. Did. You. Say?” he asked through gritted teeth. Perhaps he was scared I would take back my request.
This was a gift for me as much as it was for him. I opened my mouth but had to lick my lips since my mouth was still dry from being gagged.
“I want all of you,” I whispered, feeling grateful for the fact that we were in the middle of the jungle and it was dark so he wouldn’t be able to see me for who I truly was.
“Don’t play with me,” he groaned. “I won’t be able to control myself.”
He was still kneeling above me. When I made a move to sit up, he moved back on his haunches. His hand came to my cheek, his knuckles brushing the tears that had spilled when he had his gun in my mouth.
“Pain doesn’t scare me,” I told him as I made a move to remove my pants. Gideon watched as the black leather made its way down my thighs. When I went for my shirt, I said, “I don’t break easily.”
My hands had barely made it to the hem when Gideon threw me back down on the mattress. No words were spoken as he finished removing my pants, leaving me exposed to him. He ignored that for now, his eyes unflinching, looking straight at me.
“I waited years for this, Petal. I’m going to make you pay for making me wait for so long,” he vowed. Gideon grabbed the hem of my cotton shirt with both hands, and he ripped it off, leaving me in only my sports bra.
My tarnished body was on display for him, wounds and scars that all told sordid stories of what I had done. He didn’t flinch. He didn’t look disgusted; he still looked at me wonder in his eyes, and I wondered if he would still look at me that way when he saw the new addition to my back.
His mouth came down to my navel. With his tongue, he traced the puckered skin, the scars that lay in between, and he kissed his way up my body. My hands fisted the flimsy sheets, forcing myself to lie still.
It was too much.
His words were cruel, but his lips were kind, a deadly combination that was going to kill me with time.
When he got to zipper on my sports bra, he kissed below it on the skin, then looked at me as he finished baring my body for him.
His hands swiped down my shoulders with gentle ease. They were smooth like silk, causing me to shiver. Once I was naked, he leaned back and removed his boxer briefs. The sounds of the jungle, the people patrolling outside were forgotten. Right now, it was only him and I.
No past, no present or impeding betrayals—we were in the moment.
“I don’t see the scars, the bullet nor knife wounds. I see you, and you’re fucking gorgeous,” he rasped before he took a pebbled nipple into his mouth.
He lavished my breast, and I gave up the fight to hold myself back. My hands went behind his head, pulling his hair. I didn’t want sweet or soft kisses. I wanted to be devoured, consumed, something that sank into my skin and I felt in my bones. A feeling so powerful that it made me feel torn. I wanted pain, so when he was gone, it would haunt me and I could live with the regret of what I did to him.
“Pozhaluysta,” I pleaded, and it was enough to make him lose it. He licked up my neck, then bit my chin. One of his hands came to my leg and wrapped it around his waist. His dick was hard and ready, grazing my entrance.
“Bloody hell, woman,” he groaned, gazing down at me. “You’re a beauty, Petal, but that shit’s only skin-deep. Beautiful doesn’t mean it has to be pretty. Beauty isn’t superficial; it’s what’s beneath the skin, beneath the scars, beneath the abuse. Beautiful, it’s what’s left after all the ugly parts are stripped down, torn away, and the only thing left is the passion that drove you to survive. That’s fucking beautiful.”
I didn’t even have time to process the words because he slammed onto his cock, stretching me with pain and pleasure. My mouth parted in a silent moan.
He breathed heavily against my neck. “I fucking hate how I feel when I fuck you—” he spat as his hips slammed into me, trying to imprint me on the mattress. “—feels like finding my place in the world, knowing that when it’s all over I’ll be alone once more.”
“Gid—” I didn’t get to finish saying his name because he was kissing me. My lips were on fire, the cut he had made earlier throbbing. The kisses burned, starting in my lips, spreading down to my core. This kiss was filled with want and dipped in blood—a vow on his end, and betrayal on mine.
Gideon swallowed my moans. His hips held a brutal rhythm, and his beautiful whiskey eyes had a bit of mania in them. I’d never tell him, but I loved the way he gave himself entirely to me.
My nails dug into his back; my back arched as the violent tidal wave of my release washed over me.
“Gid,” I moaned into his mouth.
He stopped kissing me and rose to hold on to my hips as he pounded his release in me. His hair was messy, and blood dripped from his lips, and he was still the most beautiful man I had ever seen.
“You got your cunt fucked. That’s what you wanted from me, right? Go…leave.” He glared at me as he pulled away. He lay next to me, his chest rising and falling hard.
Emotions were a weakness that got beat out of me from a young age, so I rarely felt them…and when I did, they scared the shit out of me. Because our bodies were side to side, when I moved, I felt him stop breathing. When I turned to my side to face him, he let out a relieved breath, but he was still pretending like he didn’t care whether I stayed or I left.
Slowly, I rested my head on his shoulder where he had a tattoo of half a goddess and half death. My hand went to his stomach, tracing the hard edges of his abs and the lines of his tattoo. His body was covered in black ink, with no color. It was a sight to see the whole tattoo glory, something I never let myself see. I had enough of him imprinted on me. I didn’t need more, or it would kill me, but tonight I was going to force myself. Because this might be the last time I’d ever get to be close to him.