WARPED VANITY ( BL)

CHAPTER 21

And just like the night before, vegas mouth forced me into submission, lips and tongue and teeth, harsh one moment, gentle the next. He didn’t try to sleep with me, and for some reason it made things worse because I didn’t want him to hold back. I wanted him to take without consideration, without mercy. Because when he was something more than the monster I knew him to be, he took something I was even less willing to give.

  He pressed against my back, breathing harshly, his erection a demanding presence pushing into me.

  “When will you set me free?” I asked.

  “Soon,” vegas murmured but didn’t elaborate. For some reason I heard the echo of the word “never.”

  Never. Never. Never.

  And it didn’t scare me as much as it should.

  I considered asking about the sheets. Dante must have contacted vegas by now. But I was too scared, didn’t want to know their reaction. Vegas lips brushed my shoulder blade.

  “You always do that.”

  Tension shot through his body as if I’d caught him committing a horrendous crime. “I think Danilo ruined your uncle’s plan to keep it cool.”

  I stiffened as well. “What?”

   vegas hold tightened, not allowing me to turn around. “Dante tried to pretend the sheets didn’t have the desired effect, but this afternoon Danilo called me, and he wasn’t as controlled as the cold fish wanted me to believe.”

  I sucked in a shaky breath. “You talked to Danilo?”

  “He was furious, murderous. He told me he’d cut my balls and dick off and feed them to me.” vegas paused and I tensed further. “And I told him that he could try but that it wouldn’t change the fact that I was the first man inside you.”

  I wrenched myself out of his embrace, whirled around on him, kneeling on the bed.

  vegas smiled darkly. My eyes caught the holster on the floor. I lunged, ripped the gun from the holster, released the safety, and pointed it at Vegas head.

  He rolled on his back, arms stretched out in surrender. There was no fear, no apprehension in his eyes.

  I straightened on my knees beside him. “If you think I can’t go through with pulling the trigger, vegas, you are wrong. I’m not the boy from before who couldn’t cut your throat.”

  vegas held my gaze. “I don’t doubt you can kill me, Angel.”

  “Then why aren’t you scared?” I asked fiercely.

  “Because,” he murmured, gripping my hips. I tightened my hold on the gun, but I allowed him to keep his hands on my skin. “I’m not scared of death or pain.”

  Without lowering the gun, I straddled his stomach, and my core clenched at the feel of his muscles.

  vegas eyes flashed with desire. I leaned forward, resting the barrel against his forehead. “If I kill you now, I’m free.”

  “There are still my brothers and hundreds of loyal men who will hunt you down,” vegas said, his thumbs stroking my belly in a distracting way. I had already been wet from vegas earlier ministrations, but a new wave of arousal pooled between my legs now.

  “But I’d still be free of you and that’s all I care about.”

  vegas smiled darkly again. He lifted one arm and I tightened my finger on the trigger. “You can’t be free of me. Because I’m in there.” He touched my temple lightly, though it was another spot he should have touched because it was his presence in another place that scared me far more. “You will always remember that I’m the one you gifted yourself to for the very first time.”