Page 83 of Revenge Saints

“Good girl.”

I shift the gun to her other nipple, rolling the cold metal against the sensitive tip. A moan escapes her lips, soft and shaky. Her hands are clenched at her sides, knuckles white.

I trail the gun downward until I reach the waistband of her panties. I hook the edge with the barrel and tug them down. Her breathing kicks up, chest rising fast. I pull them to her knees. She steps out, panties pooling at her feet. My cock throbs at the sight.

“Open your legs.”

Her thighs tense, but she obeys, parting for me.

My muscles tighten. My heart pounds, loud and deep like a war drum. I lean forward and press a kiss to the inside of her left thigh… then the right… then the center.

She moans, soft and broken.

I breathe her in, the heat of her scent dragging somethingferalout of me. She’s soaked, swollen, perfect.

I dart my tongue out, tasting her, slow at first. She sways, and I use my foot to nudge hers wider.

Then the gun returns. I press it lightly against her clit, and she gasps, loud and sweet. I drag it higher, spreading her open for my tongue. She’s glistening, so wet it coats my mouth the second I lick.

My cock’s straining behind my zipper, hard enough it hurts. But I’m not done playing.

“Ryker… please.”

She whispers, the words broken at the edges. My eyes flick up, meet hers.

“It’s loaded,” she says, breath shaky, eyes locked on the gun.

I flash her a smile and tilt the barrel for her to see. “Safety’s on, love.”

Her chest rises. She doesn’t flinch when I slide the gun down, dragging it between her folds, pressing just enough against her clit to make her moan again. Her knees wobble, and I tease her entrance with the tip.

She stills. Tenses.

“Relax,” I murmur. “You can take it.”

I press the gun in slowly, easing it into her heat. She shudders, hands flying to my shoulders to ground herself.

Leaning forward, I suck her clit into my mouth, tongue circling, flicking,claiming, while my hand works the gun deeper, letting her stretch around the cold steel.

She’sdrippingon it. The contrast—hot skin, cold metal—it’s fucking beautiful.

“Ride the gun gently, Aspen.”

I bury my tongue harder into her clit as she whimpers, hips rocking. She starts to move, slowly, her rhythm syncing with mine.

My chest rises and falls fast, heat building like a wildfire I’m trying not to unleash. Every muscle’s clenched. My control’shanging by a thread. But I want her to come first.

Onmygun.

The one Max gave me the year we met. The one I never leave behind.

Now I’m inside her with it. Claiming our girl.

“Ryker!” she moans louder, her nails digging into my shoulders. The sting only pushes me to move faster, thrusting deeper, my tongue working harder over her clit.

Her legs start to shake.

I slide my free hand around her waist, holding her steady, because I know the second she comes, she’ll fall apart.