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16. You'll Be Back

Author: Priyal Dessai
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-11 21:28:39

[ZEKE]

Her hands are still on me.

I let the silence linger. Let her feel the importance of what just happened.

Lowering the gun slowly, I let it rest on the table beside us like it’s just another piece of cutlery. Her eyes flick to it, then back to me.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” she breathes.

I smile. “You’re still here. That’s what’s wrong with me.”

She tries to pull back, but my grip around her waist tightens, my fingers digging into her hips. “You kissed me,” I say. “Then you had the audacity to grind on my cock like a desperate little tease—like you thought I’d hand you the reins for moaning my name. But control, doll? That was never yours. You just got high off the illusion.”

Her jaw clenches. That fire’s back.

“You think this is power? Or was this your idea of being romantic?” she hisses. “Putting a gun to my chest while I’m kissing you? You want me to fall in love with that?”

“No,” I murmur. “I want you to understand that I could ruin you in ways no one else would dare
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