Russian Roulette Lyrics Novels & Stories

“So fucking perfect. Just like I always wanted it.” My thumbs brushed over her nipples, pinching them while my cock drove into her soaked pussy, every slap of skin against skin making me lose myself more. Lust coated my brain. I was lost—completely lost in the sea of desire. The bed shook beneath us, every slam of skin against skin echoing through the room, tangled with our ragged moans. The sound only fueled my hunger, pushing me further into madness. “You’re so fucking perfect,” I growled into her ear, my thrusts becoming brutal.

He seemed to understand the look in my eyes so he spoke up. “Let him see, Evelyn. Let him see how far you’ve come while he was busy destroying himself.” My thoughts ran wild but soon a dangerous smile appeared on my face. “Fine,” I stated, my voice dripping with venom. “If we are going to burn him down, we might as well do it in the spotlight.” Leo suddenly froze near the couch, with his head tilted. Then he waddled toward me with something pinched between his fingers. “Mama… I found this.”

I cried out. “Too late.” I watched as Mr. Reyes uncorked a gun. I recognized that brand from movies— Russian Roulette. It could never miss. Straight to the target and could make anyone drop dead in less than a milli-second. By now, strings of tears have come out of my eyes. Swollen and puffy, my chest heaved in worry. And then I began to actually worry. What if Jackson was too late? And none of us made it out? What if we all died?

And this day is the one of that rare day. “I’m bulletproof nothing to lose Fire away, fire away Ricochet you take your aim Fire away, fire away You shoot me down, but I won't fall I am titanium You shoot me down, but I won't fall I am titanium” Why did I chose to sing this? I just want to tell them all that, even if they try to destroy me. I will rise and rise from the fall. “Stone hard, machine gun Firing at the ones who run Stone hard, as bulletproof glass”

ROSES AND GUNS CHAPTER THREE MARY PAUL'S POV FLASHBACKS .......................................................................................... " My cherry, what would I do without you?" Peter murmured sultry into my ear, his soft touch grazing my naked thigh as we laid in bed. "I don't know, you tell me." I said as I hoisted myself up into sideways position, my right arm supporting the weight of my head. I stared into his eyes, my hands softly trailing along his chiseled stomach.

With a squeeze, my Russian friend started muttering gently. "I heard you sing once before...it was beautiful. Could you do it again? It would relax me..." I chuckled softly as she whimpered a little out of exhaustion. Her request was so bizarre, but I couldn't refuse. Especially not if it made her pass out faster. I rolled her warm fingers between mine as my smile broadened. The metallic material of her many rings felt smooth against my skin. Vasha wasn't looking because she couldn't keep her eyes open. I started humming first, trying to think of what to sing about since she didn't specify. It didn't take long to settle on a generic lullaby, which worked out perfectly because she melted righ

She started playing another song and singing it “You shout it out, but I can’t hear a word you say..I’m talking loud, not saying much…I’m criticized, but all your bullets ricochet…shoot me down, but I get up…I’m bulletproof, nothing to lose..fire away, fire away..Ricochet, you take your aim…fire away, fire away…” She stood up from the piano and ripped an unseen collar off as she continued singing as gun fire was heard in the background “You shoot me down, but I won’t fall..I am titanium….you shoot me down, but I won’t fall..I am titanium…” She helped the other Alpha’s escape their chains as she fought against the man with his back to the camera still singing

My chest tightens as pins and needles burst through my extremities. "If you don't want me to tell him, why did you bring me here? Why are you doing this?" Vince grins at me and leans against the jamb. "It's a bit like Russian roulette, isn't it?" My eyebrows twitch inward. "I don't know what that is." "It's a game of chance. One live bullet in a chamber, a healthy dose of adrenaline." He sniffs and shifts his weight. "You look scared." "I didn't do anything wrong."

I gasped at the loss, trembling, wrecked. I could kill him. “Why did you….” But I didn’t get the words out. “We’re about to play my personal favorite,” he cut in, voice low like sin in silk. And then— I felt it. The tip of the gun... cold and unrelenting at my entrance A moan broke from my throat before I could swallow it down....My knees nearly buckled, shame curled somewhere in the corner of my mind. “Russian roulette and you better tell me the truth”