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This was all insane.
Why is he fucking me with something that isn’t his dick?
What was the point? Was he a new monster—different from Dan and Ace?
No…
He’d let go of the act soon enough and finish properly. Otherwise, whatwasthe point in this?
Just a power play.
But his fist was tight around my neck, and his glittering eyes held mine without flinching as he adjusted the gun again. I tried to focus, lifting my hips and fighting my distressed moan as it slid out slowly, almost smoothly now.
“What will Rogue say if he saw how desperate you are for me?”
I shook my head despite the slick pooling around the metal. That was so fucking wrong.
Rogue was never gonna want me.
“Stop thinking so hard, and fuck the gun,” Knox growled.
I met his eyes, unsure at that command, but somehow it was easy to listen. My touch starved hormones were flooding the air now, and I had to let them do their job.
I tried to stifle a moan as I lifted my hips up, feeling the weapon shift against me.
Loaded… It’s fucking loaded.
The thought was filled with as much fear as it was something forbidden. This whole thing was uncomfortable, and frightening, and… and something else I couldn’t to quantify as Knox’s fist tightened around my throat.
I don’t think I’d ever been looked at by an Alpha with such reverence. “Give me a show.”
Heat was building in my core, despite how strange the gun felt. I sank over it again, the movement more fluid now. This shouldn’t be working—he wasn’t even getting anything out of this.
Orgasms were painful for broken Omegas like me—even if he didn’t know I was one ofthosekinds of Omegas—but still.
What was the point?
Just to taunt me?
Or maybe to test me and find out?
Dan would taunt me when I’d get off, telling me it proved the kind of whore I was when I hated him. That’s why it hurt, because it was all wrong, like I was all wrong.
I didn’t want Knox to actually fuck me, but I wanted this even less. This was cruelty, nothing more.
Still, with his skin on mine, the words he kept saying, and the threat of the weapon I was being forced to take, I was fighting more arousal than I’d ever faced.
But just when I didn’t know if I could fight it anymore, the metal was gone. I didn’t get a chance to catch my bearings as he turned us easily, so I was on my back. I tried to throw my weight at him, but he had the chain in his fist. Before I could stop him, he’d looped it over the headboard and dragged it back to his side. I let out a whimper, grabbing at the tightened chain as he picked up the gun again.
“Open your knees,” he told me.
My breathing was heavy, my mind still tangled between threats at the rising warmth in the pit of my stomach, more demanding with every touch of his against my skin.
“If you can’t take your punishment?—”
“I can.” I parted my knees, hating himandthe desperate anticipation of what he was going to do next.
I jumped as the tip of the gun returned to my skin, and my back arched as he pressed it into me once more.
