Page 53 of Ricochet
Free ofthem.
But my hand started shaking instead, and I couldn’t bring myself to pull the trigger.
Just do it.
Pull it. Show him, show them what they made you do. Show him what happens to those who wronged you. But my heart and my mind weren’t in sync this time, and no matter how much I tried pushing myself, I couldn’t.
I couldn’t kill him now.
He knew it, because in the next moment the gun was out of his mouth, getting knocked from my hand. He pulled me closer, his scent intoxicating my mind. “You owe me now.”
“I don’t owe you shit.” I started struggling, trying to break free from his grip, but he only tightened his hold on me, pulling me even closer, until my chest started grazing his. My nipples were erect, hard, and if he slipped his hand toward my pussy, he would find out how much my body was betraying me whenever I was in his proximity.
“I think you do, baby girl. See,” His lips grazed my cheek. The same one he cut earlier, “I don’t want to take care of this by myself.” He started grinding on me, lifting the shirt I had on with every movement. “And I don’t want to have another girl shot in the head because you don’t want to share.”
“I don’t give a fuck about other girls. But this one.” I looked into his eyes. “This one had to die.”
“Whatever you say.”
“Kieran,” I bit on my lower lip, “let go of me.”
“Mhmm.” He nuzzled my neck. “Do you really want that?”
“Y-Yes,” I stumbled over my own words. His other hand traveled down the length of my body, over my boobs, toward my stomach and finally the place he knew so well. My body wasn’t cooperating with my mind, and as he reached the apex of my thighs, my legs spread on their own volition, granting him easy access.
“Are you not wearing any underwear?”
“You destroyed it.” My voice sounded breathless, and I hated and loved it at the same time.
“That I did.”
His lips descended toward mine, a punishing kiss ensuing between the two of us. It was a battle of wills, neither of us wanted to succumb to the other one. As I entwined my hands around his neck, he entered me with his fingers, the pain and pleasure mixing in one.
“Is this for me? Are you this wet for me?”
With punishing strokes, he started fucking me, slowly increasing his pace.
“Or are you wet for somebody else?”
“N-No.” My whole body trembled, the coiling in my belly intensifying with each and every stroke. “Please, Kieran. Please—”
“What do you want, birdy?”
“I want—”
“Yes?”
“I want you to fuck me.” I dropped my forehead on his shoulder. “I want you to fuck me like you hate me.”
With a sudden growl emanating from his throat, he ripped his hands from me, instead taking my hips in them and pulling me upwards. I locked my ankles around his waist as he carried me to the dresser at the other end of the room. I kept kissing his neck, licking his sweet spot just beneath his ear, the goosebumps visible on his skin.
“You’re gonna be screaming my name,” he spoke against my hair. Holding me with one hand, I could hear the crashing of items he threw from the dresser, and in the next second, my back hit the wall almost knocking the air from me.
His chest was rising and falling with deep breaths, and the crazed look on his face fueled my own desire for what was about to come. He was mine once, and maybe, just maybe, I could pretend he was still only that.
Only my Kieran.
My ass dragged over the wooden surface as he pulled my legs closer to the edge, and without a warning, he entered me with one swift movement, burying himself to the hilt.
