Page 202 of I Will Break You

“Or what?” I snap. “You’ll fuck me hard and fast with your huge, pierced cock? Oh, no.”

“Not quite,” he says in a low growl that makes every fine hair on the back of my neck stand on end. Something cool and metallic slides up my inner thigh, sending a shiver through my entire body.

My pussy clenches.

He’s going to fuck me with the gun.

Just like that filthy book where the villain forced her to play pussy roulette. Just like the thirst traps where the masked man brandishes a weapon he wants to use on the viewer as a sex toy.

I part my thighs, my breath quickening, the muscles in my pussy quivering at the prospect of being degraded by an insane serial killer who broke out of Death Row.

The pulse behind my clit pounds so hard that my pussy feels like a raw nerve. Xero doesn’t know who he’s messing with. This is so unbelievably hot.

“Take me seriously, little ghost,” he snarls, his voice dropping even lower.

Shivers scatter up and down my spine, settling in my quivering core. He doesn’t realize how many times I’ve stroked myself to oblivion from this fantasy.

When the cold metal slides on my labia, I moan.

Xero chuckles, the sound harsh. “Do you think I forgot the part of our sex contract where you underlined gunplay? Or how you’d come extra hard every time I mentioned pounding your perfect pussy with my pistol?”

I shake my head, but that only earns me another spank.

“Don’t lie to me,” he snarls. “Beak through these zip ties or face cruel and unusual punishment.”

“No,” I snap. “I’m tired of these exercises. You keep switching up on me and adding things I don’t know how to combat.”

“Explain.” He pulls away the gun.

“How can I fight when you’ve lifted me off my feet or if you’re crushing me with your weight?”

He exhales. It’s one of those strangled sounds people make when they’re trying to hold back a tirade. “There isn’t enough time in the world for me to teach you every single scenario. You have to improvise.”

“Oh? And how am I going to think outside the box with only a day’s training and against a psycho who can counter my every move?”

His hand closes in around the back of my neck, and he lifts my head off the mattress to glare into my eyes. I’ve never seen him look so furious, not even when he was swinging the ax on my attackers. If filthy looks could kill, then I’d already be sashimi.

“Attitudes like that will get you captured and killed,” he says through clenched teeth, looking so ferocious that I can barely breathe. “You have a count of five to comply, or else. One.”

He’s bluffing.

A man like Xero Greaves wouldn’t kill me over something so trivial, not when he wants to keep me at his side to torment for an eternity.

If I continue holding out, I’ll frustrate him enough to run through some more training scenarios.

“Give it your best shot,” I say with a smirk.

“Two.”

His footsteps retreat toward the door, confirming my suspicions. This is where he grounds me or puts me in a time-out.

“Three.”

At the sound of something snapping, I raise my head. Xero bends with his back to me, facing the skeleton.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

He turns around, holding an entire leg. “Detaching this femur from the patella. Four.”