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“A gun to her head? This is too easy for her,” Kirill says, stopping directly in front of me. “Number Eleven is used to guns. A few threats aren’t going to frighten her.”
“She tastes like heaven,” Kirill murmurs, giving me another loving lick of his tongue. He looks up at me, saying between swipes of his tongue, “You’re getting wet, Number Eleven. Your little clit is swelling against my tongue.”
“Are you jealous of my dream, Elyah?” I say between panting breaths. “For heaven’s sake, he’s licking me right in front of you.” “What we do to you is one thing. What you dream about on your own…” “Is my fucking business!” My voice becomes shrill and I gasp in pleasure. Oh, God. Oh, God. I’m going to come and Elyah’s going to kill me. If I have to die, I don’t want it to be at his hands. He doesn’t deserve the revenge he craves so much.
“He’s the one doing all the hard work. He should be the one to kill me.” Between my thighs, Kirill laughs and the vibrations course through me. “Neordinarnaya, if Elyah hands me that gun, I’m going to fuck you with it.”
Kirill pulls it back and then shoves it deeper. “What a fucking beautiful sight. You take that so well, Number Eleven.” He dips his head to resume licking me. I hoped that the weirdness of being fucked with a weapon would obliterate my desire, but the need to come doubles with each thrust of the hard metal.
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He urges me on with luxurious swipes of his tongue as my orgasm barrels down on me. My pelvis rocks. My sweaty hand grasps Kirill’s shoulder even tighter. I make a strangled sound in the back of my throat and my back arches as I climax. I can feel myself squeezing against the metal of the gun as Kirill groans and thrusts it harder and deeper into me.
“What the fuck are you waiting for?” I snarl, glaring from him to the gun. “Shoot me.”
Kirill flinches in anger and pulls the trigger. I brace for the worst because the worst is what I’ve learned to expect— There’s a muted click, and then nothing. The chamber was empty. I fall back against the chair as I laugh in relief. My shoulders won’t stop shaking and tears leak from my eyes. I’m still not dead? Fate really has a fucked-up plan for me.
