Page 33 of Hostile Love
He suddenly slams his hand on the wall and growls, low and threatening, then picks up speed.
Loud choking noises echo along the hallway, followed by retching that pushes out drool from the corners of my mouth.
I’m at his mercy, jaw lax, to let him fuck my face and completely turned on by it.
My knees dig into the carpet I’ve walked over hundreds of times, and my hands are planted on his hips.
“Let me see those hungry eyes of yours.”
He pulls out and puts two fingers under my chin, tipping my head back, the gesture almost tender.
“Yeah, they still see things differently to me.”
With the shadows swallowing us, he stares down at me, trying to hide the pain swimming in his eyes.
My stomach knots.
“I care about you, Mat. You know I do. It’s just?—”
He snorts out a half laugh, not letting me finish.
“Good effort, little firecracker. But not good enough. I don’t need you to care about me or tell me I can’t ride a motorcycle because I’ve had liquor. I have a mother who does that.”
When he fists the base of his dick, it makes it look longer, stiffer, and if at all possible, angrier.
Brushing the tip across my lips, he starts to throttle his dick at a violent rhythm as I sit there, panting.
After a few punishing strokes, he raises the gun in the air and steps back.
My spine locks. “What are you doing?”
“Hold out your hands,” he orders.
“What for?”
“For the bullets, Dani.”
I frown and swallow hard. Emotion bubbles in my chest and I do as he tells me, cupping my palms together.
He removes the magazine, tosses the gun, and extracts the bullets one by one, dropping them into my waiting hands.
Once he’s finished, he stares at me for a second as if he’s battling emotions too. He licks his lips, inhales deeply, and grabs his dick again, jerking off.
Stroke after stroke, his eyes drill into my face.
The gold chain on his wrist moves with him and his jaw clenches when cum spurts over the ammo.
Finished, he inhales through his nostrils and pinches the bridge of his nose, then lowers to his haunches.
Plucking a cum covered bullet from the mess, he glazes my parted lips with it like he’s applying lip gloss.
“This bullet has your name on it and my cum.” He pushes it into my mouth and teases the tip of my tongue.
My body reacts to the cold lead and the taste of him.
“This is the only bullet you’ll ever earn from me, Dani, and it’s also the last time you’ll ever taste me.”
He removes the bullet and drops it between us, the thud resembling my sinking heart. Standing at his full height, he rolls back his shoulders and sighs.
