Page 95 of Nemesis
I felt my gun ghosting the soft skin of my thigh, inching closer, and I shuddered at the touch. My fingers started going numb from the grip he had around my wrists, so I tried shifting slightly to relieve some of the pressure.
“Such a fighter you are,mi alma. It’s sweet that you think you’re going to get away with it this easily,” he taunted me.
My lies had been to protect him, but that didn’t change how much I hated that I’d lied to him for so long. I hated that I put us in a situation where he debated whether or not he could even trust me.
I needed to make him understand. I needed him toforgiveme because I didn’t spend the last few years without him, only to lose him all over again.
I can’t let that happen. I won’t.
My heart pounded furiously in my chest as I realized there was only one way to show him how I felt.
Any resistance I had slowly seeped from my body and I relaxed in his hold, becoming pliable to his treatment, relinquishing control for the first time in years.
As soon as he felt the shift, he pressed his body tighter against mine, his breath skating across my cheek as he continued to maneuver the gun closer to my center. My teeth sank hard into my lower lip as I tried to suppress a moan.
His eyes dropped, following the movement.
He chuckled darkly, pressing the still warm muzzle directly against my throbbing clit.
“What is it, Ms. Herrera, you no longer have any fight in you?”
I hummed, a shocking desire zipping down my spine at the foreign sensation of a weaponthere. Arching my back slightly, I lifted further into his touch, my pulse rampant in my ears, excitement and fear pounding through in equal measures.
He moved again, trailing my gun down, sliding the warm muzzle easily down my pussy with how wet I was.
“Que hermosa mentirosa. Look at you being so responsive,” he praised, stroking me at an excruciatingly slow pace.
I swallowed down a moan as my head flew back, thumping against the steel, resounding echoes resonating against the walls on the other side. I was barely able to form any thoughts, all responses stuck in my throat.
My nails dughardinto his palm, and my eyes squeezed shut at the overwhelming sensations. I quieted my mind and allowed my body to take over.
He continued rubbing the barrel back and forth against my pussy, sliding through my lips, collecting the wetness I knew was seeping from my cunt. I arched further, grinding against it, hoping he’d take the gentle invitation and give me what I wanted, what I needed.
A moan that was desperate to escape lodged its way out when suddenly, I feltnothing.
Bewildered, I opened my eyes, only to be met with the sight of Theo bringing the dripping gun up.
He was inspecting it, the port’s lighting reflecting against the wet barrel, eliciting an approving sound from Theo’s lips.
“You like this, don’t you,mi alma?” he breathed out, a mischievous look on his features.
“Does it turn you on that I’m using the same gun you used on him on your pussy? Whenyour husband’sbody is still warm on the other side.”
Bringing the barrel to his mouth, he smeared the wetness against his bottom lip and I watched as his tongue snaked out, watched him lickmeoff his lips. My eyes widened at the gesture, need sliding thickly down my core.
A deep moan rolled out as soon as my taste coated his tongue. He tilted his head, his eyes roaming over my face.
“Dios, amo tu sabor en mi boca,” he murmured, and I whimpered at his words.
“Theo,”I pleaded, my nails most likely breaking his skin, my explanations long-forgotten under the fog of lust he was creating, his name the only word I managed to get out.
He lowered the gun closer to my entrance, dipping his head down until his lips were again just a whisper shy from mine.
“What is it, Sofia? I know you can use your words,mentirosilla.”
His tongue lashed out and licked across my bottom lip. “Or do you just like using them to spew lies?”
I gasped at his harsh words, and my tongue swiped against the seam of my lips where he’d previously licked, letting our mixed taste flood my taste buds, the remnants of my arousal overpowering everything else.
