Chapter Twenty-Three #3
“A little too much fun, yeah?” He whips me around so that my back is pressed against his chest. He grabs both of my wrists with one hand, placing them behind me tightly, and presses something cold into my back.
I look around and see men dragged from the bottom of the boat to the top, all of them with handcuffs on.
“Don’t worry, Lily, I will get us out of this!” Mateo barks as he walks by me. The officer who is behind him hits him on the head with the back of his gun, telling him to keep walking.
Jace pulls me back into his chest, my body melting into his, and I can’t help but let out a moan and rub my ass against him.
His face comes to the side of mine and I can feel his mask rubbing against my ear.
“I think I like my little slut in handcuffs.” The cold item that he was pressing into my back is removed and he brings it to my chest. I look down and my eyes widen when I see the barrel of a gun sliding between my breasts.
The center between my thighs throbs for his voice.
I try to lean further back on him, but my hands are keeping us apart.
I wiggle my fingers to try and feel, touch, grab onto anything of his.
“Let’s get you out of here.” He turns us around, walking toward the end of the boat where it is dark.
He unlocks my handcuffs, and I flip around to look at him.
He pulls up his mask, smiling at me with those sharp teeth.
I throw my hands around his neck, slamming my lips on him.
I wrap my legs around his waist and throw my head back to give him access to my neck.
I don’t care about anything else. All I care about is having him inside me again.
I can feel us walk closer to the edge of the boat.
I turn my head over my shoulder to make sure we don’t fall off, and as soon as I see the dark water below us, Jace grabs my body and jumps.
We land on a smaller boat—that I did not see floating in the water—with my scream echoing into the night.
His lips don’t leave my skin as he lays me down and hovers over me.
He starts to unbuckle his combat cargo pants and pulls his balaclava mask back down.
He grabs my dress, pulling it up to my neck and pulls my bikini bottoms to the side.
He slowly slides into me, letting every inch build pressure into my core.
A gasp leaves my mouth when he grabs me by the shoulders, pressing me down into him, completely filling me.
With every thrust, the small boat rocks back and forth, ocean water spilling all around us. He picks up his pace and I can’t help but moan into the dead of night.
My cries are quickly silenced when Jace grabs his handgun and shoves it into my mouth.
My heart crashes against my chest as I go cross-eyed looking at my lips wrapped around the cold metal barrel.
He grabs the nape of my neck, pulling me closer to his face.
“Quiet, my little slut. You don’t want your boyfriend to know his girlfriend is getting fucked on a boat right next to him. ”
His thrusts become harder as he lets out a growl. My mouth spreads wide from the gun being shoved further down my throat. Tears prickle at my eyes and drool slips down my cheeks.
I’m insane. This is insane. Yet my body can’t help but want more. The pain from the gun being down my throat, his mask only showing his eyes, his piercings rippling in my center... All of it is creating a fucking catastrophe of emotions within me.
He lifts me up, letting me straddle him as I bounce up and down on his cock. It’s like I can’t stop, my nerve endings inflaming against my skin.
He removes the gun from my mouth and points it under my chin.
“Look at the stars, Lily. Not even the stars compare to you.” One of his hands grabs ahold of my hips as he continues to keep the barrel pressed against my chin, forcing me to stare up into the sky.
Our skin slaps against each other like waves crashing onto shore.
I can’t take it anymore, feeling the shivers run up my legs into the pit of my stomach.
I open my mouth, crying when my orgasm takes over.
Jace lays me back down on my back, shoves his gun down my throat, and slams himself into me repeatedly.
My wails are muted against the gun as he keeps my orgasm continuing with every thrust. I watch as his finger roams toward the trigger, sweat dripping down my forehead and my blood running cold.
I grab at his hand to try to remove the gun from my mouth, but he only presses deeper into my throat.
My vision goes black as I feel Jace release inside me with a grunt as he simultaneously pulls the trigger. My eyes shut, and for a second, I believe I am dead. Until I feel the gun being removed from my mouth and his breath blowing against my cheek.
“Asshole!” I scream, pushing his body off me.
He laughs, pulling up his mask and kissing me on the cheek. “Never played Russian roulette, baby?”
“You’re insane,” I snap, but in reality, I have never felt more alive.