Bounty Hunter

Zinnia

I shouldn’t be this aroused. My thighs shouldn’t be dripping from what I just witnessed. But it did. The body lying a few meters away from us only seem to heighten my need for Reed and with the gun that took his life once again pressed to my temple, I was seconds away from cumming.

Reed is too toxic. A walking red flag like Alex had rightly mentioned. He was dangerous. A psychopath. If he possessed a soul, it would be dark. But despite knowing all this, I still craved him. I craved the danger and the thrill that came with him. I craved the blood that flowed wherever he walked. I craved it so badly. I was addicted, and having more of that addiction seemed to the be only cure.

“You’re crazy,” I murmured. His lips carved upwards and I knew he found my remark amusing. But being the ducking bastard that he is, a smile never grazed his lips. Although it doesn’t suit him, Reed knows how obsessed I am with his smile, yet, he taunts me with it, never letting me see the way his scarred face and yin-yan eyes light up.

“That I am, my little flower. I fucking am,”

In a swift movement, he seals my lips with his, swirling my senses around his lips on mine. His tongue invading my mouth sends shivers down my spine. My dress comes loose and seconds later, my bare breast is pressed against the wall. And then, I feel his breath on the crook of my neck.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

With the gun, he explores my body. Goosebumps spread through my body as he journeys downwards to the place where I need him most.

“I am crazy, Zinnia. Unhinged if you will. You belong to me. I own you,” he’s murmuring, the tip of the gun is pressed to my butt cheek.

The pit of my stomach is clouded with anticipation, waiting for his next move. With his hand holding the gun still pressed to my butt cheek, his free hand finds its way to my slit.

A groan escapes his mouth from the moist between my legs. He grabs my clit and pinches it hard. I cry out in pain and Reed caresses my clit. But I don’t want caresses. I want the pain. I need him to hurt me.

“Your cunt is so wet. Tell me, Zinnia, did I make you wet? Or is it the body next to you? Is it the thrill of knowing that anyone could waltz in here and find us?” Reed whispered, his fingers back at my slit, stroking and pinching, replacing the pain from pinching my clit with his fingers sliding inside me.

Moaning, I rub my behind against his erection, I curve my head sideways, granting access to his warm tongue to explore my neck. My hands travel to his neck, wailing as his finger is now rapidly thrusting inside me.

“Please,” I begged. I wasn’t sure what I was begging for exactly, but whatever it was, I desperately needed it.

“Please what? Please I should fuck you with this gun and make you cum?” he whispered. I tensed, not at his fingers roughly thrusting inside me, but from what he just said.

“Do you want this gun that killed him inside you? Does it excite you knowing that the trigger might go off while the gun is inside you?” he mithered, pulling out his finger from inside me and bringing it to my clit.

“No, Reed. Don’t play with something…”

“Tell me…” Reed began, his voice trailing off. He flipped me and this time, my back was pressed to the wall. His left hand was on my neck, squeezing hard and seizing the breath from my lungs.

My eyes were glued to the body lying on the floor. Subsequently, I hear Reed load the gun before positioning it at my centre.

“Reed, no. Don’t play like that.” I say through strained breathing.

He ignored my remark and murmured. “Tell me, Zinnia. Are you willing to die for me?” and without further ado, he thrust the gun inside me.

The fear of knowing that it could go off at any second and his hand on my neck, sucking the air away from my lungs whilst tears ran down the corners of my eyes made me enjoy the fucked-upness of this situation.

I opened my mouth to breathe. Despite the dark spots clouding my vision, I was having a hard time deciding where to focus my gaze. On the dead body, or the pair of mismatched eyes boring daggers into my soul.

“I am fucking you with the gun that killed him. And for every life you make me take, be prepared to get fucked by the tool that kills them,”

“Reed…” I muttered. I was seconds away from passing out. Breathing through my mouth was not enough to prevent it. Both my hands flew to Reed’s hand that was grabbing my neck.

I struggled to kick my feet against him for a release, but he had me well cornered.

“Stop fighting it and take the gun like my good little slut. Come on, cum all over it. Lube this gun with your juices, you dirty little slut,” he growled, his hold on my neck tightening.

It happened too fast. The most intense and violent orgasm I had ever experienced. I was gagging, tears running down my face, my hands still on Reed’s whilst I violently shook against him.

He never relented in his effort. Despite me mithering and almost convulsing in his arms, Reed doesn’t stop thrusting the gun inside me. He doesn’t release his hold on my neck and right when I am about to give into oblivion, he frees my neck, however, the gun is still inside me.

Slowly, I come down from my high. I try to steady my rasped breath. Reed is thrusting slowly inside me, his breath strained.

After a while, he finally pulls the gun out of me. My eyes momentarily landed on the corpse on the floor before meeting his. His mismatched orbs are filled with lust so dark that it instantly stirs up my arousal once again.

Reed steps away from me, making me miss his warmth. He finally graces me with his smile which I so dearly long for.

“My good little slut,” he commented. Heat rushed to my cheeks. His hand raised, the gun that was inside me seconds ago and lubed with my juices was now pointed at me. I frowned, fear spreading through my naked body.

“What are you doing, Reed? Put the gun down,” I spoke, praising myself for sounding brave.

“Why? I thought you were ready to die for me, my little flower?” he laughed. I could barely utter a word before he pulled the trigger and everything went dead.

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