Page 74 of Forgotten Sacrifice

I rub the back of my neck. No doubt I’m giving Luna whiplash with my back and forth. Hell, I’m giving myself whiplash.

Her hand slides underneath the wadded up sweatshirt, revealing a gun—one ofmyguns—as she points the barrel at me. “Daddy forgot about his gun hidden underneath the sink.”

I laugh, easily disarming her. “And you forgot about being a good girl.” She also forgot to cock the pistol, but I’m not giving her pointers for next time. Iclickmy tongue. “Bad girls don’t come.”

“Who says I haven’t already rubbed one out thinking about that big, sexy Italian man guarding the door?”

Luna

Uh-oh.Vince has that deranged look in his eye like he did after the boardwalk incident. “Vince, I was fucking with you,” I say in a rush.

He silently lifts my skirt and drags my panties down with the barrel of the gun, now rubbing the cold metal back and forth between my pussy lips. “All your orgasms belong to me now. Do you understand?”

“Until the next time you punish me for making your dick hard?” I refuse to cower, even though I’m equally terrifiedandturned on.

He moves the gun faster, rubbing my clit at just the right angle.

“Oh, God!” I cry out.

Hetsks. “All your orgasms don’t belong to him. Who do they belong to?”

“I’m not going to answer your question until you answer mine.”

He laughs darkly. “Luna, the odds are you’ll be punished on a regular basis, but not for making my dick hard. Now, do you want to come on my gun, or do you want to come on my dick?”

“Your dick.” I mewl.

He stops masturbating me with the gun, but he doesn’t move. “Then tell me what I want to hear.”

“Ugh, I so hate you right now.”

“That’ssoa dollar.”

“Yousoowe me ninety-six, asshole.”

He goes to pull my panties up, and I grab his wrists, stopping him. “All my orgasms belong to you.” Something about stubbornness and strength, and I don’t fucking know other than I need to come.

“Good girl,” Vince murmurs, and I practically purr like a kitten as he pulls my panties off, tossing them behind him. He takes a seat on the couch, unbuckling his belt, and I lick my lips as he unzips his pants and shoves down his boxers, freeing his dick. Patting his thighs, he says, “Come take a ride.”

“I don’t know how to do that,” I admit, sitting up on my knees next to him.

“My dick’s happy to teach you.” His dick twitches in agreement. “Climb on.”

I grab ahold of his shoulder, swinging my knee over him to where I’m hovering over his erection.

“That’s it. Now, ease your way down?—”

I sit all the way down in one fast motion, and my mouth falls open on a silent scream. Fuck, that wasn’t the best idea.

“Christ, Luna.” He grits through his teeth. “How many times in one night are you going to try and kill me?”

Maybe it was a good idea after all. “I don’t know, the night’s young.”

Vince grins, reaching for the hem of my tank top, and I lift my arms as he pulls it over my head and tosses it to the floor. In one smooth motion, he reaches behind me and unfastens my bra, adding it to the discarded pile. “Luna,” he says my name reverently, gently tweaking my right nipple, then my left. “So beautiful.”

“Mmm,” I moan, arching into his touch as my pussy clinches wildly.

His head hits the back of the couch.