Page 45 of Unholy Tsar

I let her curse in frustration as I pick up the gun and disarm it.

“You okay?” I ask, offering her my hand.

She grabs it with a weary smile and gets to her feet.

“I’m fine. Just embarrassed,” she insists, dusting off her jeans.

“You wouldn’t have to be embarrassed if you’d just listened to me. Isn’t that the point of these lessons? For you to learn from me? You want your money’s worth. Here’s a simple trick. Listen.”

“You’re right, you’re right.”

“You’re flustered. Go home. We can continue this lesson another time.”

“Flustered? Says who?”

I step forward, covering her in my shadow.

“You thought you wanted to see me. But you can’t handle me, little one. Not really.”

Her eyes fly to mine. But to my surprise, the embarrassment vanishes, replaced with a fiery determination that nearly sets me on fire.

“I think I’ve already proven that I can handle you.”

She bites the bottom of her lip, and I nearly rip my pants off then and there. Instead, I grit my teeth and shift in place, trying to relieve some of the blood rushing to my cock.

“You. Have. No. Idea.”

For a second, I think I’ve scared some sense into her. But then she just flips her hair and turns back to the target.

“Why don’t you show me the correct way not to shift when I shoot then,” she challenges, spice lining her words. “No matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to stop myself from moving back when I pull the trigger.

I’m actually too taken aback to respond. What kind of game is she playing?

“Well?” she demands impatiently.

I say a silent prayer in my head as I stand in front of her. “Watch me,” I command as I raise the gun at the target. With a steady hand and firm grip, I pull the trigger, and the shot goes right through the center. “Got it?”

“I think so.” She nods, but her expression is skeptical.

“Here.” Against my better judgment, I move behind her and place the gun in her hand. “Raise it up,” I murmur, distracted for a moment by the way my breath ruffles her hair.

“Like this?” she asks, shifting her weight into my body. I swallow my groan as she grinds her ass against my cock. “Looks like I’m not the only one excited about this lesson, huh?” she teases.

“Focus!” I snap, the reminder as much for myself as for her. I can’t lose myself in her again. I can't. But I’m starting to forget all the reasons why I shouldn’t.

“Fine,” she grumbles, finally focusing on the target, but her hand is trembling.

I wrap my arms around her and hold the gun steady with her. “Steady, steady,” I say softly, trying to soothe her nerves. Then, together, we squeeze the trigger. The shot rings out, the bullet piercing the paper target right in the head.

The recoil presses her ass deeper into my cock. This time, I know she didn’t do it on purpose. But that somehow makes it even hotter. Still, I try not to react.

“I did it! I shot it in the head!” she shouts, bubbling with excitement as she tosses the gun carelessly on the counter and spins around, leaping into my arms.

My arms instinctively wrap around her waist. All rational thought flies from my mind. But I’ve got just enough sense left in me to turn toward the door.

Unlike before, everyone outside is now staring at us, their faces painted with different shades of surprise.

Dante, however, doesn’t look the least bit shocked.