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The gun moves across my collarbone, his grip growing tighter, making me cry out and clutch his hand with my good one, my other arm feeling like a dead weight. Milo is quick to pry my hand away, and he glares down at me, his gaze warning me to not fight his boss as the gun moves lower, dipping between my breasts and caressing my stomach. My eyes widen, and I thrash, knowing where he is about to put the barrel of the gun as it brushes between my legs.
Leone laughs sinisterly as he watches the fear and panic in my eyes; my body trembles violently under Milo’s firm grip. He holds the gun loosely, the cold steel glinting menacingly in the dim light.
“Listen carefully,” he says, his voice smooth and deadly calm. “This is a game of Russian roulette. A game of chance, of life and death. But in this version, there’s a little twist.”
He places the muzzle of the gun between my legs, the cold metal pressing against my core. I let out a strangled cry, my eyes wide with terror.
“You see, Fallon, it’s all about chance,” Leone murmurs, his eyes glinting in the dim light. “One bullet, six chambers. You never know when it’s going to go off.”
“The rules are simple,” Leone continues, his voice barely above a whisper. “You must cum before the gun goes off, or you die.” The tension is palpable, the air thick with anticipation and fear.
“If you don’t cum, the bullet will fire. It will tear through your body, shattering bones and organs as it does.” He presses the muzzle harder against me, the pressure almost unbearable. “Do you understand the rules?”
My breath hitches in my throat as I feel the gun move slightly.
“But don’t worry,” Leone says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “I’ll make sure it’s worth your while. After all, what’s a little risk when it comes to pleasure?”
Milo tightens his grip on my arms and I cry out at the pain in my shoulder as Leone pushes the gun harder against me, the metal biting into my skin. Thankfully, Milo eases his grip slightly, his hand moving off that shoulder. I know there is no escape, no way to fight the pair of them off. Just then, Leone leans down, his lips brushing mine slightly.
“Never hesitate. You should have shot me when you had a chance,” his voice is almost a growl. “Because now you’re fucked.” he snarls, shoving the barrel of the gun inside me. My scream is quickly muffled by his hand that covers my mouth and nose. I can’t breathe, but at the same time all I can think is he just shoved a gun inside me, and not gently.
Tears spring in my eyes, and I struggle against him as he pushes deeper, stretching me around the barrel. My heart beats like a drum in my chest and tears spill down my cheeks.
“Now you’re mine!” he snarls, removing his hand and I take a breath.
“Never,” I spit. But even as I fight, his other hand presses against my chest. He steps closer, pushing between my legs and leaning over me. The sensation of his body pressing against mine is both terrifying and electrifying, igniting a war within me between arousal and repulsion.
“Such passion,” he purrs, his lips grazing the shell of my ear, sending waves of unwanted pleasure coursing through me. “It will be a delight to break you.”
“Go to hell,” I manage, though my voice is barely a whisper against the thundering of my heartbeat.
“Seems to be your choice of holiday destination. Perhaps we shall go together, bella,” Leone whispers, then pulls the trigger. Panic courses through me, when seconds ago I wanted to die but not like this, by my own hand yes, but not his, and not in this way.
TEN
FALLON
A wicked chuckle rumbles in Leone’s throat as he toys with the barrel, unyielding steel sliding in and out of me, building up friction. My shirt hitches up, revealing the tender bare flesh, and his hand clamps on my breast with a bruising intensity, making me cry out.
He revels in his depraved game, the gun’s barrel a cold intrusion that buries deep inside me. His free hand inches my shirt upward, further revealing me more to Milo as he kneads and teases my breast ruthlessly.
“One,” Leone murmurs into the deafening silence, his eyes ablaze with raw lust. His hand moves lower, settling on my lower stomach, and his thumb moves, finding its way to my clit. The sudden contact sends a jolt of pleasure coursing through me, contorting my features into a mask of confused desire.
“What is it, bella? Suddenly death scares you, or is it knowing how you’ll die that is scaring you? I promise there will be nothing quick about it, but there will be pain,” Leone states. I glare at him.
His eyes watch me squirm, as the barrel eases out and back inside me.
In purposeful slow motion, his thumb grazes over my clit, drawing out waves of inescapable arousal despite not wanting to feel anything this man evokes. The cruel tenderness of his touch mixes with the icy terror of the steel, sending shivers down my spine. It shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does, but I can’t help but roll my hips. Seeking more of his touch, not the gun, I could do without that, scraping my insides raw.
He repeatedly withdraws the barrel teasingly before pushing it back in. “I want to hear you sing, tesoro,” Leone purrs. “I want to know if it’s as thrilling as your screams.”
As his thumb rubs against my clit, pleasure mingles with the terror that courses through my veins. Yet, when he pulls the trigger again, I flinch instinctively, knowing that each click brings me closer to the brink or death, whichever comes sooner.
“Two,” Leone whispers, his voice laced with a sickening satisfaction.
“Leone,” Milo’s voice cuts through the suffocating atmosphere like a knife, reminding me he is here and holding me down. His presence does little to relieve the anxiety I’m feeling.
“If you want her to live, help her.” His lips curl into a dangerous smile as he works his thumb in a tight gentle circle.
