Page 103 of Volatile Waters

Even though I had another gun in the back of my pants, I didn’t reach for it. If Wolf wasn’t who I thought he was, there was nothing left to fight for. “Yes.”

As the barrel was pushed under my chin, I closed my eyes. Body flush with mine, except the arm holding the weapon, his mouth went to my ear. “Why?”

My mouth wanted to taste my murderer before he killed me. “Because she doesn’t belong here.”

He took a long inhale at my neck. “But I do?”

Hoping to feel his lips, I exposed my neck as much as I could without the gun moving. “No. You belong with me.”

His teeth nipped at my chin. “Fuck you.” A madness flared from his whole naked body. “Grab that gun I know you have.”

Nothing to fight for… “No.”

There was a pause, and then his body rubbed along mine as he moved around me. Now, he stood with my back to his chest, the barrel of the gun turning but never losing its point of entry if the trigger were to be pulled. “Why?”

I was seconds from death but so very thankful to feel his breath on the back of my neck. What a beautiful way to die. “If I kill you, I’m afraid to be so lost I’d never be found.”

The gun dug deeper as he snapped, “You don’t even know who I am.”

Panting, I replied, “I don’t believe you.”

A disturbing chuckle erupted. “A liar recognizing a liar?”

It was the slip I needed. Wolf had just admitted he was lying. “Fine. Then tell me who you are.”

His fingers grazing my back had me desiring him as he untucked the shirt from the back of my pants. “The man who is about to kill you.” He pulled my weapon free and reached around my waist, offering it to me. “Take it.”

“No.” My left hand reached around his hips and grabbed his ass, pulling him impossibly closer and not letting go. “Tell me who you are.”

Wolf did not refuse my touch, and I could feel him hardening. His panting breath brushed past my ear because he was so close. “Take it.” He pushed the gun against my stomach.

“Never.”

“Have it your way then.” His open mouth landed on my neck, his angry tongue causing chills to rivet my whole body, inside and out. After lifting the front of my shirt, he tucked the offered gun in the front of my pants. The barrel of the other shoved up harder. “Don’t move.” So desperate for air, my mouth couldn’t even close as his free hand cupped my growing erection. “Was she good?”

My chest heaved. “She was beautiful.”

“Is that what you’re going to say about me when I slide inside you?”

“No. I will say you’re sensational and all I want.”

His hand left my penis to unbutton my shirt. “Now, who is the liar?”

“She’s in love with another.”

He bit the back of my neck. “I hope that hurts you.”

My right hand reached around his hips to touch his ass, begging him not to stop this torture. “It does.”

“Good.” His hips surged forward, and then he pushed me toward the bed. “I want to make you hurt, too.”

“You have the power. Leave me and watch me die.” I pulled the gun from my pants and threw it on the bed. “Now, are we going to fuck or what?”

After a slight hesitation, Wolf tossed his gun on the bed. From behind, he ripped my shirt from me then attacked my pant buckle. Before I knew it, I was naked and bending over, my hands planted on the mattress. I heard him spit then felt wet fingers slip between my cheeks, lubing me. He spit again, then I finally felt what it was like to be on the receiving end.

Wolf pressed the tip of his erection inside me while hissing, “You’re so tight.”

The room fell quiet. He stopped trying to enter me. When he started to back away, I spun around. “Don’t you fucking stop now.”