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OLIVIA

Toxic by 2WEI

P ointing the gun directly at his face, the sound of the safety releasing and the chamber filling echoes off the walls of the large space. The window is cold against my back, cooling my overheated skin. Despite the weapon leveled at his fucking skull, Luke remains completely composed. It was so satisfying watching him lose control while I pierced him. It was supposed to be painful and torturous forcing him to tell me the truth through physical coercion. Instead, I felt my panties dampening more and more with each slip of the slender needle through his flesh.

Watching him become completely undone, wild, and unhinged was the most attractive thing I’ve ever seen. A twisted part of me wanted him to escape, wanted him to unleash that aggression on me and make me beg for forgiveness on my knees. Fuck, even the look of those fucking piercings on his delicious length is enough to have my resolve melting away. His cock is thick and sturdy, covered in bulging veins. The way it hardened and throbbed in my mouth while I sucked him off had me damn near throwing the entire plan out the window and riding him until I saw fucking stars.

But I’m not doing this for me. I’m doing this for Celeste. As much as I want him, I need her more. The gun wasn’t actually something I intended to pull out. When I was younger my dad taught me how to use one. I bought it years ago mostly to make myself feel more secure as a single lady living on her own. It’s legal and registered, but I mostly bought it as a scare tactic in case someone broke in or something. I’m not even sure why I brought it with me today but it seems to be doing its job as a scare tactic as Luke holds up his hands in surrender.

“Liv,” he begins softly, carefully. “Let’s put the gun down, baby.”

“No. You’re not calling the shots anymore. I’m sick of being manipulated by you. It’s time that you take me to Celeste,” I demand. My voice sounds much more confident than I actually feel.

He moves fast, faster than I can anticipate. He lunges forward. His large fingers wrap against my wrist. I fight against his hold, trying to reposition the gun back toward him. I close my eyes and pull the trigger. The sound is deafening. All I can hear is ringing. It’s a high pitched sound that seems to pull all other noise from the room into its spiraling fury. Pain radiates through my wrist and down into my arm. Sharp, tense pain. At first, I assume that the gun going off must have kicked back and the force caused my bones and muscles to be crushed. But then I register the cold. Luke holds me in a punishing grip. He has me pinned against the cool glass behind me. The gun is still safely in my hand, but now he’s entirely in control of my limb, eliminating my ability to point the weapon at him. I missed.

“Fuck, Flower,” he growls in my ear as he leans in to me, his forehead resting against mine. “What the hell were you thinking?”

The pain, the desire, the need, the betrayal—I’m completely overwhelmed by the waring emotions running through me. And as much as I hate to admit it, he’s not wrong. He may have used deception and control to get me here, but without it, I may not have let him in at all. It was the demon who snaked his way into my life and refused to let me be. That’s the man that forced me to let him into my life in a way that no one else, not even Celeste, ever has. He’s seen the scars of my past and wants me because of them, not in spite of them. I’m not sure any of that would have been possible if he didn’t deceive me.

“Do not corner a desperate and wild woman, Luke.”

He pulls his head back, staring down at me but refusing to let me go. One of his large hands is wrapped around my wrist, holding it firmly against the glass behind us. The other is placed lightly around my throat, keeping me in place without cutting off my air. But it’s not his possessive hold that has me drowning. No, it’s the sea of darkness swirling in his irises that has me lost.

“You want to make me your villain? Fine.” His hand leaves my throat and trails down my body until it reaches my breasts. His thumb runs across my nipple through the thin fabric of my slip dress. I’m not wearing any undergarments and the teasingly light touch is enough to have my nipple standing peaked and eager almost instantly. “But don’t think for a second that means I will be letting you go.” His hand moves to my second breast, rolling and teasing the nipple again, forcing a needy little whine to escape involuntarily from between my lips. “You’re mine . All fucking mine.”

The final word comes from his chest in a feral growl. His hand skims further down my heated body until he finds the hem of my skimpy dress. Slipping his fingers beneath the fabric, he pushes my thighs open slightly with his hand and skims the outside of my pussy lips with his fingers.

“Wet for me already, love?” he croons before spreading my pussy lips and rolling the hardening nub of my clit between his fingers.

My head rolls back and I mewl at his ministrations of my traitorous pussy. I’m supposed to be using him, controlling him, right now. Instead, I am completely at his mercy. His lips fall onto my neck and his teeth sink into the flesh where my neck meets my shoulder. He bites down hard, his teeth ripping into my skin right as two his fingers shove their way unexpectedly into my dripping cunt. I scream out in pain as he attacks my body. But shortly, the pain morphs into the most intense type of pleasure. His fingers pump in and out of me at a slow and steady pace that matches in tempo to the slow path that his tongue is tracing circles over the bite he just left. Before long, I’m a desperate mess, riding his hand while he leaves nips and hickeys across my neck.

He pulls back and looks down at me with a smirk. “You’ll have a necklace of my marks so that everyone who sees you knows exactly who you belong to.”

His words are so possessive and domineering. I should be fuming, but all I can think about is his fingers currently curled to rub against a certain spot inside me that has me spiraling toward my orgasm.

“I don’t belong to you.” I grit out from between clenched teeth.

He rips his fingers from inside me. Bringing them to his face, he places them in his mouth, sucking my desire from his own hand. It shouldn’t turn me on more but my pussy clenches uncontrollably as I watch him moan and his eyes droop in pleasure as he tastes me.

“Like fucking honey and lavender,” he groans as he brings his hand out of his mouth and to my face.

His palm cups my chin as his fingers come up to dig into the flesh of my cheeks. The pain of his bruising grip has my mouth forced open into an O.

“Taste just how much your body knows that you’re mine,” he demands as he leans forward and spits into my mouth.

It’s absolutely disgusting. It’s degrading. And yet as he spits my own juices onto my tongue, I can’t help how my body melts for him. He’s right—he’s a monster. But it seems as though his brand of monstrousness is exactly what I crave.

“Luke,” I moan as I shamelessly roll my hips, seeking friction.

“Fuck, Flower,” he growls possessively. Locks of dark hair have fallen over his forehead, framing his dark eyes. “Do you know how fucking long I’ve been waiting to hear you moan my fucking name?”

His cock jerks between us. My eyes fly down to the angry red head leaking precum onto my stomach.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’ll forget any other man that has ever come before me. The only name you’ll ever scream ever again is mine, sweet siren.” He trails his thumb along my lower lip, pulling at it.

“Bad news for you,” I cock an eyebrow at him. “You just received four new piercings to your member. No sex for six to eight weeks until it’s fully healed.”

He doesn’t need to know the way my stomach drops at the thought of not having him. My pussy is aching, throbbing for him. The evidence of my need for him is currently dripping down my thighs. But this is my chance. I might still have a chance at control here if I can regain the upper hand.

His chest vibrates with aggressive frustration before his eyes scan my face, looking for any kind of sign that I’m bluffing. I’m not. It’s not good for the healing process. His eyes flip up in frustration when he realizes that I won’t bend. And then they land on the gun still grasped in my hand. His fingers tighten on my wrists, holding me against the cold glass. A smirk spreads across his face and his eyes glimmer with sinister delight.

“Don’t you fucking dare, Luke,” I warn with as much authority as I can muster.

His other hand reaches up, wrapping around the butt of the firearm and trying to wrestle it from my grip. I flail and kick at him but it’s no use, he’s large, stronger, and faster than I am. He manages to pull the weapon from my grip. I reach out with my free hand to slap him but he’s too fast. His large palm wraps around both my wrists and pins them painfully above my head.

“You are mine. You’ve been mine since the moment I laid eyes on you on Halloween. I’ve never wanted to possess anything as much as I’ve wanted you.”

He pushes his knee between my thighs, separating them despite my attempts to keep them pinned. The bite of the cold metal against my soaked center has me sucking in a tight breath. He runs the barrel along the lips of my pussy. The feeling is horrifying and delicious. I’ve already been so worked up by his previous touches that it doesn’t take long for my pussy to be dripping again.

He licks and nips at my earlobe before whispering to me, “And now that I have you, I am never letting you go.”

The barrel of the gun slips between my lips, hard and cool against my entrance. I can’t stop the mewls and moans that slip from my mouth as I grind against him. In my mind I know this is fucked up, and yet I can’t stop the pleasure tingles spreading through my entire body. My breath hitches, getting caught in my diaphragm as he pushes the gun inside just enough to let me feel the cold metal inside me.

“I don’t need to use my cock to claim this pussy. I can feel it desperately trying to suck in anything I’m willing to give it.” He slowly moves the stiff steel in and out, driving it slightly deeper with each thrust. “Such a good little slut for me, aren’t you?”

I bite my lower lip, trying desperately not to show him just how much I’m enjoying this. Fear and the lust course through my veins, driving me higher than the strongest high. My entire body throbs with weightless pleasure.

“Tell me who this fucking pussy belongs to,” he growls as he pumps harder and deeper.

“You,” I moan, the words and noises tumbling from my lips against my will.

“Say my name.” He adjusts the gun and angles it to hit the bundle of nerves inside me that make me scream out in heady ecstasy.

His hand still holds my wrists tightly against the darkened glass while his other fucks me mercilessly with a gun. He brings his lips down to mine, kissing me and demanding entrance to my mouth with his tongue. I am powerless to deny him, letting him plunder and take every piece of pleasure I possess. He’s right, I’m his.

He pulls back, our heaving breaths mingling in the small space between us as he commands,

“Scream my name as you come on this gun. Let everyone know just exactly who owns this pussy.”

His tone leaves no room for argument. My body falls over the edge of chaos into waves of pleasure as my release hits me like a fucking train. My entire body rolls with electricity and my pussy clenches tightly around the gun.

“Fuck, Luke!” I shriek as my orgasm crescendos.

He doesn’t give me a break; he pumps in and out of me until I’m sobbing and begging him to stop, the pleasure’s too intense to handle. He rips the gun from inside me. My body immediately sags with exhaustion but he keeps me held up by my wrists.

“Lick it clean,” he demands as he brings the gun up to my face.

It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him no, to fight him, but when I look up I’m met with his eyes. His normally darkened irises are swirling with fiery lust. His need is so demanding that I have no choice but to stick out my tongue and lick. The metallic taste of the metal mixes with the sweet sensation of my release. It’s sinfully sadistic and I can’t help but be enraptured by the heat with which Luke is watching me. There really is a devil beneath his controlled and cool facade.

“Good fucking girl,” he grits out between clenched teeth.

Then suddenly, his warmth drops away. He takes a step back, my body instantly cooling without his closeness. I sink to the floor, utterly exhausted, both mentally and physically. Opening the clip, he pulls it from the gun, revealing the complete lack of bullets. He turns the gun, showing me the safety firmly in the on position. He smirks and lets the gun fall to the floor with a deafening crash.

“I knew you’d never hurt me, my siren. Your soul knows you’re meant to be mine.”

I’m full of rage, shame, and pain, but I can’t deny the truth of his words. As much as I hate his methods, I can’t deny that he’s snaked his way inside me and I fear there’s no coming back from this.

I’m his .