Love Drunk (Love Me Duet 1)

How did I miss what a devil he is?

I’m waiting to wake up.

Someone tell me this is all a dream.

“You’re wet. Do you know that?”

The look of sheer horror that crosses over my face makes his smile wider.

“Don’t be shy, bunny. You like it when I’m rough.” He leans down to kiss me, and I turn my head to the side, so his lips land on my cheek. I feel him at my entrance as he positions himself between them. “Bunny, look at me.”

I don’t.

I can’t bring myself to.

He pulls my face around hard, so I have to. “Look at me, bunny. I want to see your face when I fuck you.” He slides over the outside of me, his cock pushing on my clit, and I hate myself for the wave of pleasure that elicits. It makes me squirm, and I pinch my lips together to stop the moans of pleasure that want to erupt from my mouth, but he notices, and his sinister smile doesn’t leave his lips.

“You want this, but you will never admit to it. Will you?” He slides again, then bites my nipple through the lace of my bra.

A scream leaves my lips despite me not wanting it to.

“Scream for me, bunny.” He moves to the other breast, and soon I’m trying to clench my legs together, but it’s useless with him between them.

“Gunner…” I groan, wanting him to stop, but also in some ways I don’t.

“It won’t work, bunny, you’re dripping.” He licks my face again. “I know how much you want me. How you’re dying for me to push in, even a little bit.” He presses at my entrance, making my legs open wider for him. “Now that’s a good girl. I told you if you’re good I’ll let you come.” He pushes in. His hand finally removes from my throat as he leans down claiming my lips with the most intense kiss he has ever given me.

It’s rough.

Hard.

Powerful.

All this time he was giving me fractions of himself, and now I’m getting the whole package.

“Fuck you,” I say with each thrust. My hand comes up and slaps him as hard as I can across his face.

He tenses. Stops his thrusts, and then continues smiling at me. His hands go back to my throat and he applies pressure. This time he doesn’t stop, though. Gunner grips me while he fucks me. Spots blur my vision as I come, and when I do, I pass out.

The last thing I see is the most beautiful man looking down at me.

The smell of smoke is what I wake up to. I’m naked lying in the same bed he’s choked me in until I passed out. I sit up, covering my breasts. He’s sitting on a chair, the back of it to his front, with his legs on each side. A cigarette is dangling from his lips. His hair is down and his curls are all around his face in the darkly lit room.

“I want to shower.”

A cloud of smoke blows around his face as he watches me. I go to move, and he shakes his head. “I need to shower, Gunner. I need you out of me.” I stand, and within a second, he’s up and has me pinned against the wall with his hands back at my throat.

“You do everything with my permission. Do you understand me?”

“Everything?” I ask.

He leans down and kisses the side of my neck. “Everything, my wife. Every. Damn. Thing.”

“Gunner, I need to shower.”

His hand removes from my throat. “You can shower, Everly, while I watch.” He steps back and nods his head to a door. I still don’t know where we are or how we got here. The last thing I remember is taking a sleeping pill on the jet and that’s it.

Walking around him, I take the door I presume leads to the shower and step in. Going to close the door makes Gunner place his foot in it and he effectively stops me.

“You can shower with the door open, Everly.”

“Really?” I argue with him.

He leans against the sink and lights up another cigarette.

“Since when did you smoke this much?” I ask him, reaching for the body wash.

“I always have.”

“You didn’t around me.”

“You saw only the version of me you wanted to see. So that’s what I gave you.”

“So, you sold me a lie?” I ask while rinsing off and putting my head under the water. When I open my eyes, I see him watching me.

“No. I warned you, Everly. Many, many times. You chose not to listen. That isn’t on me, it’s totally on you.” His fists are clenched, and his jaw is locked tight.

“You didn’t tell me you were a fucking psychopath.”

His head drops back and maniacal laughter leaves him. “No baby, I am the fucking devil.”

And I believe him, I really do.