Mafia King (Young Irish Rebels #2) - Vi Carter Page 0,70

do?” I feel unsure, inexperienced.

“You like the feel of it in your hands?” He shuffles closer.

I nod as I wrap my fingers tighter around the gun.

“Point it at me.” He sits back and spreads his arms wide.

“No.” I’m shaking my head, a sinking feeling entering my stomach. ‘The devil puts a bullet in a gun every ten years.’ It’s an old folks tale, but one I remember.

“Point it at me.” Shay’s hands wrap around mine, and he raises the gun so it’s pointed at his chest.

“I don’t want to do this.” I try to draw my hands away, but Shay holds them steady.

“Do you trust me?” His question I want to answer with a huge No. But, I do trust him. He came back for me.

“Yes.”

His gaze lights up, and he takes his hands off mine. “Then pull the trigger.”

My heart hammers hard and fast in my chest.

“Come on, Emma. You pull that trigger…”

I don’t let him finish. I press down, and the click has my body going rigid.

His smile is instant as he moves closer and pushes red curls out of my face. “That’s a good girl.”

I don’t feel very good. In fact, I feel the furthest thing from good.

My lips crash down on his, and he tastes like everything that is bad but oh so good. I know Shay isn’t someone you took to meet your mother. Maybe I was lucky I didn’t have mine around anymore.

My top is yanked up, and I switch the gun from one hand to the other. We break the kiss for a brief moment as Shay throws it onto the ground. He removes my bra too easily, and I can’t stop my mind from going somewhere darker, but it’s dragged right back as Shay lowers my hands until the gun is pressed against my core.

“Lie back,” His command is said without even flinching.

I lie back with the gun sitting over my pelvic bone.

Biting my jaw stops me from moving as Shay takes off my trousers and panties. His large hands move up my legs. “Touch yourself.”

I crane my neck to look at him. He doesn’t waver as he bends his head and places a kiss on the inside of my thigh before spreading my legs further. I’ve never felt more exposed and vulnerable. The gun is cold against me, and I move it along my clitoris. It’s powerful and wrong, but nothing feels more powerful than the force of Shay’s kisses moving up my thighs. Each kiss drives my heart higher, my want for him further, and my body is wanting this sweet torture to end.

His tongue drags along my pussy, close to the gun, and I move it for him, so the cold metal rests along my leg. I still don’t want to let it go.

A half scream is dragged from my lips as Shay’s tongue dips inside me. I arch my back, raising myself so he can go deeper.

He eats me like I’m something delicious. Drinking up my juices like they are sweet nectar that he can’t seem to get enough of.

His large hand wraps around mine that holds the gun, and as he sits up, he places the gun on my wet pussy. I move it up and down, but I’m already yearning for him.

I crane my neck as he pushes down his trousers and boxers. His cock is huge. Pre-cum coats it, and I want to taste him again, but he’s moving in-between my legs. The large swollen head of his cock sits at my entrance.

His hands are huge on my hips as he tightens his hold and drags my body into his cock. He fills me, and pain laces itself with a heightened pleasure that floods my veins. When I close my eyes, I’m spinning like I’m drunk. Opening my eyes, I raise my hands above my head, still holding the gun, as Shay pulls out of me before thrusting his powerful body back into me.

His gaze never leaves me, and each thrust is like a stitch to the damage he had done. Each thrust, I feel so deeply, yet it’s not enough.

The pain fully dispels as he moves faster into me. Muscles on his chest clench, and I want all of Shay. I’m craving every single part of this man.

He pumps harder, his hands sink painfully into my sides as he raises me, giving himself full access to my pussy, that tightens around his cock. The pleasure grows, and when he growls, it undoes me. I