Love Drunk (Love Me Duet 1)

Pulling out of me, his hands leave my breasts and he turns me around. My panties are broken, my bra strap has been snapped.

He cups my ass and lifts me onto the edge of the yacht. One step, one push, and I’ll fall. The water is definitely freezing. I look past him to see if anyone’s watching, but I can’t see anyone lurking around. Only dark soulless eyes staring back at me. I flinch when I look into them. Something about those eyes reminds me of something or someone, but I don’t know who. Before I can give too much thought to that, he pushes me back, so I’m hanging from the edge. His hands cover mine then slide up to my hips.

“Let go, bunny.”

My instincts tell me not to. That it would be the stupidest thing I could possibly do.

Looking down at my hands then back to him, his gaze paralyzes me into doing what he says. It’s like I’m his own living, breathing puppet.

Not in this sane world would I willingly drop my hands from the edge that’s holding me. A slow smirk appears, which accompanies his lifeless eyes, as I lift my hands at his command. He makes me give him more power than I anticipated, but like a puppet, I let him direct my every move. Even when his hand comes to my throat, while the other holds my back, keeping me from falling over the edge.

Something passes over his eyes like a soft gaze, and then it’s gone before I can fully take in what I saw when it switches back to the darkness. Maybe I imagined it. But what happens next makes me scream.

His hand leaves my back. Then in a movement so fast, that same hand comes to my throat, joining the hand already there. He could drop me at any second and I could fall. I know I’d drown before anyone would save me.

“You’re scared.”

I don’t even attempt to nod my head, I’m too afraid.

He pushes toward me with his body, his cock lines up at my entrance. “Push me in, bunny.”

My hands which were at my sides grab his cock and line it up perfectly.

“Good girl. Now you will be rewarded. But no grabbing the railing. Do you understand?”

I nod, my hands touch him instead.

“No.” The word is short, sharp and straight to the point. “Touch yourself.”

My hands reach between his which are still glued to my neck then he pushes all the way inside me. My first instinct is to arch to him, but I’m way too afraid to move. His hands are tighter on my neck now, and soon, if he squeezes just a little bit more, he may kill me, or I’ll pass out, I’m not sure which. The oxygen deprivation is causing me to go lightheaded, and I can see stars forming behind my eyelids when I close them.

Gunner’s hips thrust. My hands grab hold of my breasts, as if it will help me from falling as he punishes me with his cock and strangles me with his hands.

The moans of pleasure come, and I soon forget what’s happening. That there is a man hanging me over the edge of a yacht with his hands around my throat as he fucks me. And that I’m about to come so fucking hard in a matter of seconds because the thrill, the danger, the thought of it all is just so much that my body’s only response is to take everything he’s giving and ride with it.

“That’s a good bunny.”

My air is becoming more and more cut off as he tightens his grip on my neck, and just as I think I’m about to pass out, one hand is gone from my throat and is replaced on my lower back, holding me still as I come undone.

Gunner holds me to him then slowly releases my neck as he lifts my ass from the railing and holds me up, pushing me up and down. The rhythm does great things for my clit, and I can feel the orgasm building, so much so that I don’t know if I can hold on any longer. My hands fall free from around his neck, and my body goes into a state of pure fucking bliss as my head drops back, my eyes flutter, and oh fuck!

This is heaven.

Right here.

With the devil, as he chokes me.

Who would have thought it?

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” It’s the most real thing he’s ever said to me. So much so that I don’t fully hear him. I think the world is playing tricks on me, so I choose not to reply as he lifts and carries me inside, placing me down and throwing a cover over my naked body.

“Sleep, I’ll take you home.”

I do, just as he says.

8

I wake up in bed with no sight of him. I remember Gunner carrying me in and then stumbling to the bathroom. After that, I had the best night’s sleep imaginable. A bang comes on my front door. Getting up, I realize it’s the noise that woke me up in the first place. Pulling on a gown, I walk out of my room to find May on the other side of the door holding two coffees.