Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 115619 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115619 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
She’s shocked, it’s obvious. She didn’t expect me to put a weapon in her hand.
“You heard me.” I force her legs apart with one of mine, wedging myself between her thighs. She bats at me with her hands even as I take hold of her wrists, squeezing hard enough for her to suck in a pained breath between her lips. I don’t want to hurt her, but I need to prove a point. “It’s clear you’re a big bad monster now, and you already said you want me out of your life. Well, the only way to do that is to stop my heart from beating, and the only option you have is to put a bullet in me right now. Some come on, get it done and over with.”
“Stop,” she whispers. “Don't push me.”
“Who's pushing who?” All at once, I release her, holding my hands up in surrender. “I won't fight back. Go ahead. You're strong and determined. And you hate me. It’s an easy enough task. Take the gun.” When she hesitates, I snap, “Do it!”
She recoils, eyes wide, but she still reaches for the gun. She takes it in her hand, a hand that’s trembling, though not so much that she can’t lift it and aim it directly at my heart.
I look down at the steel, then at her. “See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” I already know this could go bad, however I have to believe she feels the rippling energy between us too. I have to believe that her heart beats in tandem with my own. “Well? All you've got to do is squeeze the trigger, and it’ll all be over. You’ll be free of me, little bird.”
“I should…” she seethes, her body trembling so hard, she can't keep the damn thing still.
“No, you look at me,” I bark when her gaze drops down to my chest. Taking a handful of her hair, I wrap it around my fist and pull her head back, forcing her to look me in the eye. “You don't come into a man's house and make a threat like that if you're not willing to live up to it. Got it? In that, let me promise you something. You will never have this opportunity again, so if this is what you truly want… If you hate me so much that you want me dead, and you wholeheartedly believe I did it. Go ahead. Kill me.”
The gun still shakes, so I wrap a hand around it, holding it steady before pressing my chest to the muzzle. The action elicits a gasp from her, and she stiffens. Her teary eyes widen further, terror shimmering back at me. Even now, I savor that look, knowing I can bring her to this point. There’s nothing as pretty as when she cries. Well, except when my cock is in one of her holes while she’s doing it.
“You’ve already blasted my life to pieces and invaded every fucking part of me. I can't think because of you. I can't do the things I know I need to do, for they'd hurt you. You may as well end my worthless life here and now, Bianca, considering without you it doesn't mean a fucking thing, anyway. And if you would rather snuff me out than work through this, be my guest. I don't know how much longer I can endure the torment of loving you, anyway.”
Her baby blues dance over my features, her mouth gaping open. “No, don't do that,” I whisper, leaning closer, gritting my teeth as the steel digs into my flesh. “Do what you came here to do. Pull the fucking trigger, Bianca. You won’t ever get another chance.”
“I… I...” A tear escapes her eye and rolls down her cheek. Another soon follows, then another. Her brows draw together, pain etched in her features. “Don’t make me do this.”
“I’m giving you what you want.” Still holding her hair, I run the fingers of my other hand over her flushed cheek. “I’m always trying to give you what you want. Can’t you see that? If this is the last thing I can give you in order to make you happy, at least I’ll die knowing that I gave it to you. So take it. Take my life. Put a bullet through my heart.” Running my thumb over her bottom lip, I whisper, “You already own it. Put me out of my misery, for that’s what this is without you. Misery.”
BIANCA
I’m dreaming. I have to be. If I’m not, then I somehow have to sort all of this to make sense and I don’t know if I can do that. He can't mean what he’s saying. This is just another game, another test. It’s his way of finding out whether I'm for real. Pushing me the way he always does.