"Who's that over there?"
The man looked at me like I was from outer space, or perhaps like I lived under a rock, maybe a mixture of both.
"Him? They call him Full Throttle," he chuckled with a hint of nervousness in his voice.
I scrunched...
the song for this chapter is "Desire, (Slowed)" by Hucci :)
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Baby, I wanna touch you I wanna breathe into your well See, I gotta hunt you I gotta bring you to my hell Baby, I wanna fuck you I wanna feel you...
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Finley
Harry's eyes widened at my words, and I flinched when he suddenly reached one hand around the back of my neck, gripping it tightly, hitting right on a pressure point that prevented me from moving my head.
His breathing was heavy, and he kept the gun pressed against my lips, his other hand gripping the back of my neck so tightly that I could feel his muscles shaking slightly from anger as he pulled my head closer to him.
"Finley James...you have got to be the most irritating little bitch I have ever known," he snarled, and I smirked innocently up at him.
"Really? You mean it?" I smiled, my words slightly muffled by the metal pressing against my mouth.
"With all my heart," he assured me, laughing at me making jokes in the face of death.
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"Then shoot me," I shrugged, daring him to pull the trigger.
"I might," he admitted, raising an eyebrow at me. "Or I could make you suffer first."
"You could try that...but you should know, I find pleasure in pain," I informed him, and he yanked my head closer, moving the barrel of the gun to right underneath my chin, just as I had done earlier to him.
"Is that so, Little Red?" He taunted, pushing the gun harder against my skin.
"Mhmm."
Harry scanned my face for a moment. "I don't think you realize how painful things could get," he emphasized.
I bit my lip for a moment before replying. "Stop, Daddy, you're making me wet."
Harry's hand moved from the back of my neck, to around my throat, slamming me back against the door, and although my back was stinging from the collision, between my legs was becoming a complete and utter mess.
"Watch it, Little Red, or I might just have to fuck some sense into that pretty mouth of yours," he warned me, moving his hand higher and further cutting off my air supply.
"Stop talking and just do it then," I snapped, not knowing how much longer I would be able to last without some sort of sexual relief.
"Do you realize what you're asking me to do?" He checked as if I wasn't aware that I was asking him to do with me whatever he pleased.
"I do, but do you? If not, let me just make it clear for you," I seethed.
