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You made your bed. Now you get to die in it.
My eyes roved down his body; he looked like he could throw me around. I noticed that purely for tactical reasons…because I was a professional.
I didn’t know if I wanted to ride his face or punch it. Maybe I would just suffocate him with my pussy. Psh, he would be lucky to die between my thighs.
I didn’t think I was a masochist. But the verbal lashing she gave me when I questioned her ability to do her job was such a turn-on.
“Hey ése, word of advice on Brujita there. Her bite is just as bad as her bark. Worse, actually. That’s a woman who doesn’t need a man to stand in front of her. She needs one who knows when to stand beside her, behind her, or kneel in front of her. ¿Entiendes? You do those things for her, and she’ll gift you her submission and loyalty. And that woman is loyal…to a fault.”
“Ryan, where the hell ya been, loca?” he asked. Now it was my turn to laugh. “Dexy, did you just quote Twilight?”
THIS SCENE IS TOP FUCKING TIER. UGH, HOLD MY THROAT AND TELL ME TO SWALLOW
My chest filled with pride over this woman I barely knew—this violent goddess.
I brought the tequila bottle up to her lips and poured a shot in. Never breaking eye contact as I slid my hand down to her throat. “Swallow, Ryan.” My voice was thick with lust, and I caught the squirm she did in her chair.
Usually, when men gave me orders or spoke to me the way Gunner did, I stabbed them.
You’re literally gaslighting yourself so you can touch this man.
Excitement skipped through my veins, which was the opposite reaction someone should have when watching a finger be hacked off. Yet here I was, biting my bottom lip and resisting the urge to take Gunner to my upstairs office and fuck on the desk.
A woman in this world got used to being accused of whoring herself out. Hey, more power to the beautiful bitches who brought men to their knees and then made the assholes pay to worship them.
“You watched her fucking shoot a man in the kneecap…” Dex sounded like he had just fallen in love, and it fucking irked me.
Seemed she liked me violent. Noted. Bring her the heads of men who offend her.
“I want to fuck you, Ryan. To absolutely destroy you, put you back together, and do it all over again.”
“I want to own every part of you. But I want it all, Ryan. If you give yourself over to me, you will be mine. Understood?”
“Words, Ryan. I need you to tell me you’re giving yourself over to me,” he replied. “Yes, Gunner. Fucking shatter me,” I
“You’re the one known as La Brujita, Ryan.” His lips landed on the back of my neck, sucking gently. “You bewitched me.”
“Soon, Ryan. Soon, I’m going to fuck you. And when I do, you’ll never get away. Understand? You’ve ruined me. Changed all my plans, altered the very fabric of my future. So as punishment, I’m going to drag you along with me,” he whispered in my ear. “I’m keeping you, Ryan. You hear? When all the shit hits the fan, when you fight me, when you question everything, ’cause you will. None of that will keep you from me. You won’t get away.”
I didn’t know what I was being punished for, maybe for making him care, but he was just as guilty. I wasn’t supposed to fall for anyone. Especially Gunner.
Opening up meant heartbreak, and I already knew he would shred my war-torn heart to pieces.
“If you don’t stick your dick in me, I’ll murder people.”
“Babe, you were never going to be anyone else’s. The moment your mouth opened when I first saw you, I knew I was fucked. We are destined to burn in chaos together, so we might as well have great sex while doing it.”
Of course, his fucked-up words were what brought me right to the edge. Gunner somehow saw my jagged edges, and instead of trying to smooth them out, he wasn’t afraid of running his tongue over them—even if it meant getting cut.
“I’m fucked, Ryan. Utterly fucked. And I can’t seem to care,” he whispered.
I won most dick-measuring contests. Pretty good for someone who didn’t have a dick.
“TOUCH HIM AND DIE” IS HOTTER THAN “TOUCH HER AND DIE.” I DON’T MAKE THE RULES
“You know, she kind of scares me. But also, low-key, I want to be her,” Dex piped up from beside me.
Of course my best friend and the woman of my dreams were psychos. In the best way.
“Dex, stop pissing me off. Gunner, stop trying to get me naked. I have important shit to say.”
Like a predator hunting its prey, I stalked toward her. But Ryan was no prey; she was my equal, who granted me the pleasure of dominating her.
“You’re mine, Ryan. You fucking hear me? Every goddamned thing about you calls to my soul, and I’m never letting you go,”
A soft smile appeared on her lips. “I’m yours, Gunner. I don’t know why you want my damaged soul, but I’m yours.”
Ironically, they say women are too emotional to do certain jobs, yet all it takes is a set of tits, and men are putty in our hands.
I made a silent vow. By the end of this, my hands would be stained in blood, and I would make a crown from the bones of my enemies to wear while I sat on my throne. Right next to El Diablo himself.
FYI, MARIO LOOKS LIKE MALUMA WHICH IS WHY RYAN STAYED SO LONG. IF YOU DON’T KNOW WHO THAT IS, GO LOOK HIM UP
“Listen, from one broken bitch to another. It’s time to heal. And while we’ve never gotten into it fully, you know I know what I’m talking about when it comes to this shit. You pulled me out of the dark, and now I’m returning the favor. And let me tell you, you were a bitch. So you’re lucky I’m much nicer,”
