Page 52 of Burn for Me

“Jasmine,” I call softly just before she reaches her destination, causing her to hesitate at the doorway. She glances over her shoulder and watches as I make my way around the couch.

“Come here, Darlin’,” I say calmly while pulling my pistol from my pants. I’ll always show her who I am inside and out—the bad, the ugly, the unhinged—and if she’s as willing as my mind is begging me to believe, she’ll help me learn how to be good for her.

She rounds the couch, fidgeting with the straps of her dress, which barely hang onto her shoulders. Unloading the weapon, I sit and take the hem of my jacket, dragging it up the side to clean the cold steel.

“Why don’t you go turn on the fireplace? We can sit and chat for a moment.” I murmur with a slight grin. It's fucked, I know, but if I’m going to trust her, then she's going to have to prove she trusts me too.

I don't hear her move, so I look up from my steady motions and cock a brow at her wide eyes.

“Youcan'tbe serious.”

Sucking on the back of my teeth, I tilt my head toward the mantel in response. With a scrunch of her nose and a stern scowl, she walks over to the brick wall and flips the switch.Does she think she looks intimidating with that expression?A whoosh fills the room as flames erupt behind the glass. I pause my cleaning to focus on her tense shoulders and the steady steps of her bare heels as she backs away before turning to face me.

“Please don’t I’m–” She mouths the words, and tears start forming in her eyes again, contradicting the anger she was just harboring. There's no doubt that with the fear in her eyes, she thinks she finally messed up enough that I will have to dealwith her like I do others who hold too much information. We can’t kick those soldiers out if they're not trusted, so we have to dispose of them.

I raise my gun to cut her off while motioning for her to come closer with a sympathetic tut, “What do I do for a living?”

It's fascinating how closely my alias resembles my real life; both are private yet dangerous.

Watching her features soften, it seems she understands the underlying meanings I'm trying to convey, allowing us to communicate without saying too much.

Using my free hand, I push my suit down to my hips and undo the buttons on my shirt so I can focus solely on her without the distraction of the fabric straining against my chest.

“You kill.” She whispers, causing me to chuckle, but I don't smile even when she comes to a stop. Leaning forward, I drag the barrel of my pistol up her bare calf and over her knee.

“That doesn't matter though. I can handle myself.” The words come through with her soft exhale as her attention pulls to the movement.

“I know you're strong, Darlin’, but you'remywife,” I murmur, lowering my gaze to how her dress rides up the higher I go. My head tilts curiously as her thighs press together, locking the weapon in place against her cunt when it hits the apex.

“Do you understand the anger I felt? The fear.” I pull the handle, dragging it against her sensitive bundle of nerves. A sweet noise from her lips, but she tries to cover it up by speaking again.

“I do.”

“No, youdon’t. We’re different in ways I can’t explain.” There's no keeping the grin off my face as I raise the pistol, inspecting the slick shine that shimmers off the metal. She'll never understand the way my head is hardwired. Sucking the back of my teeth, I lean back, spreading my knees, contemplating how Iwant to go about this–how far I should push her and wheremylimits might lie.

“Then show me.” She murmurs, drawing my attention to how her full pink lips say the words. Caspian always made me talk through my thoughts—said it’d help—but it only worsened matters because I didn’t feel in control of my words.

“Get on your knees, but don't sit.”

My breath catches in my throat as I watch her effortlessly drop to the floor, bending her toes against the expensive carpet while her knees support her weight. There is no hesitation or flicker of doubt, only complete and undivided trust in her actions.

Once I reach this point, there’s no going back. I’ll never be able to take back my actions or any deep-buried feelings that may arise with them, but if she’s going to burn me in the long run, then at least I can say I enjoyed the pain while it lasted.

Pushing my foot between her legs, I force them to spread until my calf is comfortably nuzzled between her thighs and her whole body tenses.

“You want me to show you? You want to know the panic I felt when I thought—” I clear my throat, cutting myself off before I voice too much that can be used against us.

“Go on. Straddle my leg, and I’ll show you exactly how you make me feel.” I say instead while pulling the chamber from the cushion. I load the pistol, and she swallows, lowering herself until I can feel the heat from her cunt radiating through my slacks. I bite the inside of my cheek, wishing I could feel just how good it'd be to have it wrapped around my cock.Another time.

“You won’t hurt me,” she murmurs as if reminding herself more than me while staying completely still. I raise the gun until it's pointed between her beautiful, panic-filled eyes. Instead of screaming and crawling away as any sane person would do, she grinds against my calf, making my smirk turn into a wicked grin.

The little devil likes being scared.The thought almost makes me groan, so I clear my throat.

“Don’t get too confident in that statement. You don’t know me, Darlin’." Her gasp tempts me to throw this idea straight out the large pane window and fuck her right on the carpet, but this is a punishment, so I flex my calf, encouraging her to move again.

“Be a good little wife and ride my leg while I show you exactly how you’ve made me feel this whole damn trip—the whole damn time I’ve known you.”

She leans back against the coffee table to hold her body upright as she slowly rolls her hips. It's a sinful sight. The flickering flames cast a warm glow, enveloping her silhouette and highlighting the blonde waves that spill over her eyes.

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