Chapter 80 Eighty

Chapter 80 Eighty
Salvatore landed a firm slap to keep her quiet while Mira continued her flurry of punches and kicks. He remained unfazed, seemingly immune to the blows that felt like mere flower petals.

Sensing her frustration, he smirked, "Is that all you've got after your dramatic performance?" "Wanna see my teeth again?" she snapped. "I don’t care if you were shot… I'll keep making your shoulder hurt again."

"Keep telling yourself that," he replied with amusement. "But we both know you're all wet and horny for me, and that bite proves it."

Mira growled, annoyed by his unflappable demeanor, and because he wasn’t entirely wrong. More curses spilled from her lips until he pulled her down against him, positioning her legs around his waist and holding her close to his chest. Oh, damn this. Her hands rose, ready to slap his face… perhaps aim for his eyes.. but instead, she squealed as he swiftly moved, setting her down on the bed, flat on her back. He knelt over her, bracing himself on his arms beside her head. Above them, the stars shone brightly, and a nearly full moon bathed the room in a soft white glow. It felt almost ominous that the sky was clear tonight.

She swallowed hard. "Such a gentleman, letting me gaze at the stars while you decide my fate like you did the other women in your life," she muttered through a tight throat. She needed to shut up, but couldn’t help herself. Being with a lunatic maniac seemed to bring out the worst in her… a trait some might call fearless but she considered downright reckless. He supported himself on one hand, reaching behind him with the other. She prepared another insult, but halted as his arm reappeared holding a gun. Frozen in fear, she was rendered speechless.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to shoot you,” he said, his voice devoid of warmth. “Normally, I’d make any woman who tries this pay dearly, but you’re not just any woman. I'd rather teach you a lesson with my fingers and my cock. Am just trying to see if I have enough bullets in my gun.”

“Okay, I’m sorry,” she blurted out, eyes wide as he pointed the gun at her chest. “I-I’m really, really—”

“Shh,” he interrupted softly. “You’re not sorry yet, my darling. No need to be afraid; as I said, I won’t hurt you. I just want us to reach an understanding…you know what a sweetheart I am.”

Countless thoughts raced through her mind as she struggled to find words to escape this situation. What had she gotten herself into? "If you're going to shoot me, just do it and stop taunting me," Mira blurted out, instantly regretting it. The pressure in her bladder was unbearable, and the realization that she might die at the hands of the mad man she had grown to like brought tears to her eyes.

"I've already told you, I'm not going to kill you," he responded, impatience lacing his tone. He emphasized his point by slowly trailing the gun down between her breasts, continuing down her stomach until he reached the hem of her skirt. "Take it off," he commanded.

Her lips trembled as she swallowed hard. "Please stop this. You just got shot, and I'm sorry if I acted stupidly." He raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed by her pleas. "Now, Mira." Reluctantly, she obeyed. Hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her skirt, she pulled it down until his body got in the way. He took over, tearing it the rest of the way off. She remained tense.

"The top," he demanded, gesturing with the gun to emphasize his command. She lifted, pulled the top over her head, and lay back with a sigh. "Fucking beautiful," he murmured, his eyes roaming over her body. He leaned over again, brushing his lips against a bruise on her shoulder. "Do you know what these mean?" he whispered, marking another spot with a kiss. Mira shuddered beneath his touch, electricity sparking from every point of contact. She remained silent. "They mean that you're mine. I own you." His tongue flicked over her skin as he moved down toward her breasts.

"Sal—" But before she could finish, his teeth sank into the sensitive swell of her left breast. She gasped, eyes squeezing shut as another mark was claimed on her skin. Her body trembled with emotions she wished she didn’t have. Satisfied, he continued, leaving a trail of hickeys across both breasts and various parts of her stomach. Despite the danger and the gun still aimed in her direction, she found herself enjoying the sensation. Mira felt a wave of self-loathing. Her body was responding to his tongue and teeth against her will. He lifted and spread her thighs apart, running a finger along the edge of her panties before tracing its path down the seam. Just before reaching her clit, he pulled aside the fabric to stroke along with it. Shame burned inside her because she knew he felt her body's betrayal.

"These are soaked," he noted gruffly, his lips still glistening from his saliva. "It's my ovulation, since you’ve decided to assault me," Mira lied in a desperate attempt to dissuade him. He smirked. "As much as I'd like to believe you, I know an arousal when I see it."

Mira curled her lip in disdain. "You're insane ." He chuckled. "Only for you, darling. And it's not assault if you want it." With that, he pushed her panties aside, revealing her pussy  to him openly. He muttered under his breath while his eyes devoured every inch. Another surge of emotion caused her lips to tremble as she bit back the treacherous desire within. Keeping a finger hooked in her panties, he raised the gun to her face with his other hand. She flinched, unwillingly letting out a startled yelp. "Relax. I just want you to suck on it." It took a moment for his words to settle in. He hadn’t pulled the trigger; she wasn't dead. Her eyes snapped open, glaring at him in disbelief. "What’s wrong with you…!"

He silenced her by pressing the gun’s tip against her lips, ceasing any further protests as he slid the barrel across them. "Suck the gun darling," he ordered firmly, leaving no room for negotiation. Swallowing her fear and confusion, she opened her mouth and let him insert the metallic taste between her teeth. "Such a good girl," he praised as he withdrew the gun, saliva trailing behind until it broke free. She froze when the cool metal traced over her clit. Mira trembled at the caress of such a dangerous object. The fear overwhelmed her; this was more terrifying and yet thrilling. She must be losing her mind to hate and like whatever he was doing.

He leans down, close enough for his warm breath to fan over her. She lifts herself slightly for a better view as he looks up, eyes twinkling with amusement. Just as she's about to ask what he's doing, his tongue flicks out, and saliva dribbles onto her pussy. "Look at you, you're dripping wet for me," he teases. Sitting up, he traces her entrance with the tip of the gun, the cool metal gliding against her skin. "Ever been fucked  with a gun before?" he asks. Before she can respond, he slips the gun slightly past her folds, just enough for a soft moan to escape her lips. He chuckles wickedly. "You're such a pretentious little thing, aren't you, Mira