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Zeke pulls my arms back and wraps them around a narrow tree, gripping my wrists. Cool leather wraps around my flesh, holding me in place.
Lev walks around the trunk and glares at me.
I lift my chin challengingly. “Am I supposed to stand here naked for your viewing pleasure, or did you have something else in mind?”
“How does it feel, Azadeh?” Lev asks, his voice cold.
“How does what feel?” I retort.
“How does it feel to know you have three men waiting at home pining for you while you galivant around the globe?”
“I don’t know,” I spit. “Why don’t you ask the men who’ve done that for centuries? Or how about you talk to the women who sit at home raising children while their husbands get up to all kinds of things they shouldn't?” I smile as Lev’s jaw ticks. “Besides, Lev, I never asked you to wait for me. Live your life. Be free. No one’s holding you down.”
Lev steps toward me. “I don’t like wanting things I can’t have.”
I’m pissed. I want to kick his ass and pin him beneath me with a knife at his throat. I want the upper hand and don’t enjoy that he’s in a position to gain it. I smirk and sing “You Can’t Always Get What You Want” by The Rolling Stones.
Cyrus slaps his ears with his palms. “How the fuck can someone so hot sound like a goddamn dying cat when she sings?”
Lev and I ignore Cyrus’s outburst as we face off with each other. I’m about to goad him again when he steps closer. Enough to feel his hot breath on my skin as he leans forward, but not enough to touch me.
“I want to do ungodly things to you—things a man shouldn’t do to a woman he loves. I want to hear you beg for mercy and promise you’ll do anything to make it stop. That’s not normal, Az. I’m not fuckin’ normal. What kind of man wants to tear apart the person he loves the most to watch them bleed?”
I shrug. “I don’t know. What kind of woman carves her initials into the men she loves? My purpose in your life is not to judge you, Lev. You understand my boundaries. I trust you’ll stop if I tell you. You have urges and desires that most don’t deem palatable, but it doesn’t mean you’re not a good man. What’s good anyway? I grew up in a world where supposedly religious men raped fourteen-year-old girls because killing a virgin was unforgivable in the eyes of God. The three of you had fathers who were praised by strangers while they tortured their sons. They might not deem the four of us good or proper because we’ve had to do questionable things to protect innocence, but fuck them and fuck that. The only thing that matters is we accept you. I accept you. But most importantly, I trust you. Do your worst, Lev. I’ll still love you in the morning.”
Lev’s jaw twitches and his eyes catch fire. For a moment, I think this is it. Lev is finally letting us in. Then he lowers his eyes and walks away, leaving me tied to the tree with Zeke and Cyrus’s cum dripping from my crevices.
“Is that it? You're gonna run away again?” I call after him, trying to free my hand from the makeshift shackles. Anger rises, and I long to lash out. “You’re a good man, Lev. But you know what else? You’re a fuckin’ coward.”
Lev stops in his tracks and turns his head to me. I think he’s about to say something, but then he’s in front of me in a flash, his gun pressed to my temple. “I’m not good, Az. There’s nothing good about me. I like guns, I enjoy violence, and I’m obsessed with you. Nothing about me being with you will turn out well.”
I inhale a sharp breath as he drags the barrel of the gun along my body, circling my nipples before moving it between my breasts to the top of my mound.
He lowers the gun. “You’re right. I’m a coward, Azadeh.”
My legs part unconsciously, my body screaming with fear and excitement.
Zeke steps forward while Cyrus jerks his cock like a dog who’s seen a tantalizing piece of meat. I shake my head, warning Zeke to stay back.
My logical mind screams at me to say my safe word because this has gone too far, too quickly. But the girl who likes danger and craves fear holds her breath, anticipating what comes next.
Lev rubs my clit with the barrel of the gun, moving lower until the tip presses against the entrance of my pussy. “Taking a chance on me is like being fucked by this gun.” He pushes the barrel inside me until it’s in all the way, a crazy smile on his lips as he fucks me with it slowly. “We’re both loaded. You never know if or when we’ll go off.”
“I live for danger,” I whisper, arching my hips toward him. “But I’m also a vengeful bitch. Know this, Lev; one day, you’ll crawl like a dog for me to fuck you this way.” When he arches an eyebrow, I lock eyes with him. “Remember, you gifted me the other gun that goes with this pair.”
Lev’s nostrils flare, and I know I have him. His lizard brain is front and center, and right now, he isn’t thinking about anything other than fucking me. I have all his focus. He moves his hand vigorously, fucking me hard and deep with the metal barrel. Fear spikes in my veins, knowing that this lack of control could end with a bullet lodged in me, but I don’t care. All I want is for my Lev to loosen up, to live, to experience something, anything other than his self-imposed misery.
“That’s it, Lev. Make me come,” I encourage. “Show me exactly what a gun worth over two million dollars can do.”
Zeke and Cyrus move toward us. Zeke sucks a nipple into his mouth and the other between his fingers. He bites and pinches, adding an element of pain that brings me close to the edge. Cyrus sits between my legs, lifting me as his tongue lashes my asshole, sucking out the cum he recently deposited there.
“Don’t leave,” Lev pleads.
“I have to. People depend on me,” I whimper as I come undone, my body trembling with another release.
Lev pulls out his gun and brings the barrel to his mouth, wrapping his lips around it and licking it clean of my juices. When he’s confident he’s savored every inch of me off the metal, he places it back in the holster at his side and gazes at me. “We depend on you too, or do we not matter?”
With that, he turns and walks away.
