Amber.
I hated how my whole body responded to this. Responded to a loaded gun thrusting slowly into my p***y. And God—I was enjoying it. Every terrifying, filthy second of it.
Even as his thumb rubbed rough, insistent circles over my c**t, the pleasure coiled so tight it burned.
It was a hot, confusing mess. Despite the tears still streaming down my face, I couldn’t separate the pain from the pleasure anymore. They bled into each other until all I felt was heat—sharp, overwhelming, consuming.
“Look at how much you love this gun inside you,” he growled, voice thick with dark satisfaction. “Look how you’re dripping all over it. You’re such a filthy girl. So mouthy. And yet all you do is scream when I have your p***y this full.”
They weren’t praises. No. He was still too angry, every wor
