Page 46 of Cry, Little Dove

“Damn, you’re a real deviant,” Cain rasps. The barrel nudges my clit, and a moan slips from my lips. “Knives, choking, drugging, sounding. Being fucked in the ass, the mouth, and the pussy, getting bruised and used and cut… and now guns? Is there any fucked up kink that doesn’t get you wet, darlin’?”

A flutter of panic stirs in my chest. “I-I’m sorry, I—”

The affection in his chuckle catches me by surprise. “That ain’t what I mean. Never apologize for your pleasure. Never hold back. Your perverted brain is one of the things I like most about you. If you weren’t such a little psycho, you wouldn’t’ve made it off my operating table alive.”

My mouth falls open, but I don’t get to answer when his other hand reaches around me, palming my breast. He rolls my nipple between his fingers, his touch setting fire to my core.

“Remember back in the basement when I said I’d kill you if you came?” he asks.

“Uh-huh. Yes.”

“That was a test.”

“What… what do you mean, a test?” I ask, the words coming out jumbled.

He gives my other breast the same attention. I bear down, trying to get more friction against the revolver, but Cain lightens his touch, denying me relief.

“If you didn’t orgasm, I would’ve gutted you, little dove. But you almost finished just from me ramming my cock down your throat and you took my toys so well when I violated every one of your holes.” He shudders against me. “And when the pain and humiliation made you come so hard you passed out, I knew that you were my soulmate, and I could never let you go.”

Soulmate?

He straightens, pressing the tip of the barrel against my entrance before sliding it inside. All coherent thoughts leave my skull. I gasp, biting the inside of my cheek.

His dick is so much girthier, but the unyielding hardness of the iron is a struggle. The stretch is unforgiving. My inner walls burn, clenching at the harsh, alien sensation. He pushes in deeper and my brows furrow at the sting.

“Does it hurt?” Cain asks, cruel enjoyment in his voice.

I whimper. “Yes, it hurts, but—”

He picks up the pace, shifting the angle of the barrel. Now, it hits my g-spot with every thrust. Dots of color float in my vision and my blood simmers with lust.

“But it feels good, too, doesn’t it? You’re such a twisted painslut,” Cain rasps. “I wish you could see yourself. Your pussy looks so good stretched around my revolver, darlin’.”

His body curls around mine, and his free hand reaches for my clit. He moves like the gun is a part of him, like it’s his cock sliding in and out of me.

“8 whole inches of cold, hard steel … How does it feel to have my loaded revolver up your needy cunt?”

“I love getting fucked with your gun, sir,” I answer without thinking.

He chuckles. “Don’t you wonder if I’ve ever killed anybody with it?”

I writhe, my hands on the boulder turning into fists. The thought hasn’t crossed my mind, but now that he mentions it…

“Have you?” I ask between moans.

His lips press hot against my ear before he whispers, “Yes, I shot somebody with this gun, little dove. More than just one man. And with the twitch of a single finger, I can pull the trigger and end you, too.”

His words send me into overdrive.

My legs give out as I come apart. My moans echo through the forest, startling a bird high up in the trees while I collapse forward onto the rock. Cain slides out the gun and tosses the condom on the ground. I recognize the sound of his zipper before the wide head of his cock shoves against my hole. He slams inside, and I cry out, overwhelmed by the sensation.

“That’s it, scream for me,” he growls, impatient thrusts rocking me. His hand closes around my throat and he yanks my weak body up by my neck, fucking into me. “Rub your clit. I wanna feel you squeeze my cock when you come again.”

I shake my head and force out breathless words. “I don’t think I—”

He cuts off my air while his other hand puts the barrel of the gun to my temple. “You have ten seconds to come again, little dove, but if you don’t, I’m gonna blow your brains out.”

A twist of heat surges through my center, and I jerk as my fingertips make contact with my clit. I whimper while I massage gently.

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