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“Fuck, Lee,” he groans, voice dark and satisfied. “My cock in your tight little ass and the gun in your pussy. This what you needed?”

All I can do is nod frantically, too overwhelmed to speak.

He shoves the metal deep inside me, as deep as I can take it. The thick, cold barrel stretches me wide open, pressing firmly against his thick cock through the thin wall separating them. The brutal contrast of the steel against the wall of my hot flesh makes me tremble violently off the counter. A jagged moan rips from me. I feel impossibly full, stuffed completely in both holes at once.

He starts to move, slow at first, then harder, fucking my ass with deep pulls while he works the gun in a perfect rhythm. Every thrust makes the barrel shift inside me.

“Tell me why you need this, Lee. What has you so torn up?” he grits out between thrusts. “Or I’ll keep you like this until you break.”

I don’t answer. I just moan and claw at his shoulders, taking both the gun and his cock deeper.

“This is what you needed, isn’t it? You came here to try to feel something, but what you really needed was to be stuffed full until you couldn’t think about anything else. I’m giving it to you, baby. I’m fucking all that pain and rage right out of you.”

He rams into me harder, hips slapping against my ass, the wet, filthy sounds echoing through the range.

“Come on, Lee. Come all over my cock and this gun. Let it all go for me. I’ll get rid of whatever demons are haunting you, even if it means I have to ruin you to do it.”

My third orgasm crashes over me without warning, harder than the first two. My whole body locks up around the gun and his cock at the same time.

I come with a scream, convulsing around steel and Elliot’s length buried deep inside me.

He follows right after with a guttural groan, burying himself in my ass and spilling hot and deep inside me while the gun stays buried in my pussy.

For a long second, we stay locked together. His cock still pulsing in my ass, the gun still filling my cunt, my skirt bunched uselessly around my waist, cum and arousal leaking everywhere, the smell of sex and gunpowder thick in the air.

Then the fight drains out of me all at once.

I sag forward, and the tears come hot and fast. I don’t sob. I just cry silently. I know right now I’m showing the broken parts of me that I never show anyone.

Elliot pulls out the gun first. Then he slides out of me gently, tucks himself away, and turns me in his arms. He doesn’t ask again. He just wraps me up, one big hand holding the back of my head, the other stroking slow down my spine.

“I don’t know what the hell made you cry,” he murmurs into my hair, voice rough but steady. “But I’m here. I’ll help you. Whatever it takes. I swear it.”

I press my face into his chest, breathing in the scent of his sweat and sex but I say nothing. Not about the dead kids or drugs. I hold in everything about the night that ripped my world apart. The words stay locked behind my clenched teeth.

He holds me tighter anyway.

I should tell him. Get his help. But for some reason all I can do is let him carry me to the car. When he bends to kiss me again, I decide then that I’m going to give him all my heart even if it’s still in pieces.

CHAPTER 13

Elliot

3 WEEKS AGO

Nothing moves below except the wind through the trees. No one’s here. Miles of brush and forest are all that is around.

Good.

I still park a mile away and hike to the cabin.

My backpack is heavy as hell. This will be my final trip. I’ve made more than two dozen runs, moving supplies a little at a time so no single purchase flags unwanted attention. I’ve done the same with the evidence I can find against Fuller.

After today, the safehouse is ready. The only thing left is to get the ex on board. If he won’t help, I’ll have to deal with her asshole friend Calum. The guy might be Lee’s best friend. but he’s the definition of a loose cannon.

Oh, and he might actually kill me when he finds out what I’ve done to Lee. It’s been almost four weeks, and I can’t stop thinking about it. God, the look on her face the night I broke both our hearts fucking haunts me.

I’d been rehearsing this lie for days, and it still hurts to even think the words.