Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 107306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
He balks. “What are you doing?”
“Take it.”
“You’re suicidal.”
“No.” I shake my head. “I don’t want to die, but I’m not afraid of it. I’m testing something out. Take the fucking gun. Don’t be a bitch about it.”
Shai doesn’t have to be told twice. In a swift movement that someone with his head injury shouldn’t be able to make, he grabs the gun from my hand, shoves to his feet, and presses it beneath my chin. “Is this what you want me to do?”
“Yes.” I shrug.
“It gets you off to think about me threatening you.” He moves forward, and I willingly take a step back, then another and another, until I fall down to the bed. Shai goes with me, pushing me to my back and straddling my lap, still pressing the gun into me. The fire in him makes my own burn brighter. “You want me to tell you I’ll kill you? Or do you like it better when I have the gun but you’re the one threatening me? What is it that gets you off?” His eyes spark with…fuck…power, desire, fear, confusion, lust… All of the above.
“That right there,” I tell him.
He frowns. “What?”
But I don’t reply. I don’t have an answer. “Does it feel more exciting being here with me than threatening those other men? Who else did you do after me?”
“A guy at the hotel. They had new cameras installed.”
Interesting…
“Was it fun?”
“No. He was scared to death.”
I grin. “You like it when they’re not scared.” My dick is throbbing, the weight of his ass on my crotch. He has to feel it beneath him. When my gaze flicks down, I see his bulge too, know that I’m having the same effect on him that he has on me.
I put my hand over Shai’s, and he lets me, doesn’t do anything to stop me. I pry his fingers open, taking the gun from his grip and setting it on the bed beside us, the safety on.
“You want to play with me too,” I tell him. “You want to be my pet. You want to fuck me and fight with me, don’t you?”
“Jesus,” he hisses, putting his hand on my throat. “What the fuck are you doing to me?”
“Nothing yet, pet, but I do have a proposition for you.”
I’m not sure he realizes he’s doing it, but Shai undulates his hips, rubbing his ass against my dick.
“What if I don’t want to hear your proposition?”
“But you do.” I remove his hand from my throat. His black nail polish is chipped, his blond hair even wilder than usual. “Ever since I saw a friend of mine take dick, I’ve been dying to try it, and since you’re my pet and I want to play with you, I’ve decided it should be you.”
He sits up straighter. “You’ve never bottomed but you want me to fuck you?”
“Never fucked a man either, but that’s not important. I did blow someone, and he blew me, but it’s different with him.” What I have with Ollie is only meant to be shared with Cillian. The only time I’ll ever have him sexually in any way is with Cillian. And while I want to keep that, this thing with Shai will be different. He’ll be mine. My pet.
“Why do you want to do this with me?”
“Because you’re fun.” There’s more to it than that, but again, it’s all fucking muddled in my head. Shai is hot, that’s for sure, and there’s this wildness in how he looks and acts that calls out to me.
“I thought you were going to kill me.”
“I might.” I shrug. “But not until I’m done playing with you. However, if you look at Ollie wrong or get him hurt in any way, you’re dead. I won’t even blink first. And it would be smart not to piss me off. Cil or Tiernan either. Cil will fucking hate you. Tiernan hates everyone except us.”
“You’re not selling me on your friends here.”
“I’m not trying to, and they’re my family. I’m just telling you how it is.”
“Okay…but how is this a proposition?”
“I changed my mind about the money. I want it back, and since you don’t have it, you can work it off with me. You’ll be my pet until I’m done with you or until I’ve decided you’ve paid me off.”
He huffs in disgust, but I see his gaze on my lips, the way he’s watching them with interest. “So you want me to sell myself to you? Did you miss that part about my past?”
“Then say no. This is your choice to make. You’ll pay me back like this or another way. I’ll take a cut of your paychecks or something else. But tell me you don’t want me. Tell me you don’t want to know what it’s like to fuck someone with as much power as me. You get a rush out of me, pet, even if you don’t want to.”