Finger On The Trigger To My Dear Juliet Novels & Stories

His exact words were "Sometimes when sensing danger, the mind immediately instructs the index finger to shoot in the direction the person sensed danger from. However, in the case of trigger happy fingers, it's when someone is anticipating danger, or too excited, like you are right now." I had blushed as he saw through my hidden grins and squeals. I had only let them out when he had shot two bottles, without blinking or wavering for even a moment as he did so."Alright love, fingers on the trigger." he said.I breathed a sigh and shifted my finger below his, he chuckled above my ear. Making me shiver as he did so."Calm down, It's not going to hurt you."he said.I pouted angrily at him as he kiss

The sight knocked the breath out of my lungs. He eyed me silently and then his brows furrowed as the windows to his soul reveal the emotion of regret. He looked at me with guilt, tear his eyes away and slump even more to the floor. His breathing grows ragged. Juliet rolls her eyes. " Yes I am crazy Stefan. Crazy enough to remove any obstacle," she steps forward and the gun shifted with her, barrel now pointing to my chest. My heart stops. " that's in my way," she finishes, lips curling into a taunting smirk.

The needle buried itself in the red. ​"Two." ​I hit the EXECUTE key. Not for the data. For the pressure. ​"One." ​On the screen, Sterling Jr. leveled the flare gun at Julian’s chest. His thumb moved over the trigger. ​The roof didn't explode. It exhaled.

My finger tightened on the trigger as I stared Giulia dead in her one good eye. “You deserve to die,” I growled at her. My hand was steady as I held the gun. All I had to do was pull the trigger.

She did her best to ignore them but knew she was unsuccessful when he turned to look at her with amusement after she shivered. He handed her the .357. She eagerly grabbed it, wrapping her hand around the grip. For a moment, she forgot she was holding the gun he had just given her as his hand slid down her side to move to the front of her upper thigh. She froze in anticipation, wondering what he was doing as he gave a little pressure to her leg. "Spread your legs." He demanded as his lips grazed her ear. Her breathing caught, and she didn't move. "A little presumptuous, don't you think?" Juliet asked back as she turned her head to face him, bringing her lips only an inch from his. She could s

His gaze was fixated at Marco, he knew a slight interruption could render him dead. “Since you asked for it, let's do this the hard way.” Marco told him before signaling to his men to attack them. Julia watched them, her body trembling as a gunshot echoed throughout the building. She could not see a thing as dust filled the air, so all she could do was sit with her arms wrapped around her knees waiting for the next thing to happen. Suddenly, she felt a hand hold onto hers, pulling her gently from the wartorn room. Julia followed, unsure of where she was being led too. The only thing she knew was that those were his hands. She was aware of that and that was why she followed suit.

He moved his fingers inside her expertly, scissoring to stretch her out for his cock, his thumb strumming her clit, sending wetness gushing out from her. She cried out as he added a third finger, her hands unable to move as she writhed and rode his fingers. “How desperately do you need me Juliette?"He asks.. “So so much, don’t make me wait”She pleads.. Within moments, with his eyes on her body and his fingers inside her once again she could feel the heat cresting, gathering and accumulating as she struggled to reach climax. He suddenly pulled his hand back. She cried out as he removed his fingers then he climbed on the bed to get between her legs instead. She split them open as far as she co

she asks breathily. I glance down at her and realize her eyes have fluttered closed, that she’s leaning her weight back against me. My cock reacts. It would be so easy to claim that mouth of hers. “Perfect.” I flatten my hand against her stomach, pulling her even closer. Her breath catches. “When you fire,” I say. “You need to mean it. Finger on the trigger, roll it back, and know you’re taking a life. Know you want to take that life.” She moves her finger to the trigger.

He reached into the murky water, then drew out a fragment of white bone. A moonstone ring still clung to the finger bone. I watched him cradle it in his hands, tracing the ring with his thumb, his shoulders trembling uncontrollably. "Juliette…" he uttered, his voice too hoarse to be heard. "Juliette, wake up." There was no response. He reached into the tub again, and this time, what he pulled stunned him completely. A tiny, curled cluster of bones, smaller than a fist, rested silently in his palm.

I led her to my bed and turned the lights off. "Are you okay? Have you been crying?" I asked, cupping her cheeks. Her hands touched my chest but I clapsed it in my large hands. They cold, I rubbed my hands against hers trying to make her feel warm. Juliet's death came as a shock to everyone, because no one could fathom why she would stab herself with a broken glass. "You should be asleep." I whispered to Mary. "Please," She begged, shifting closer to me. I felt hot immediately, without thinking my mouth crushed on hers, consuming the echo of the word. Hard and rough, not in anyway gentle. It was pure need. She shoved her fingers through my hair, fisting it into her hands.