Russian Roulette Lyrics Novels & Stories

He knew exactly how to unravel me. I forced my eyes open, meeting his intense gaze. “I want to watch you fall apart,” he said, his hips never stopping their relentless rhythm. “Want to see your face when you cum on my cock.” Matteo’s words sent heat flooding through me. One of his hands slid between us, finding my clit, and I cried out at the added sensation. “That’s it,” he murmured, his fingers circling in time with his thrusts. “Let me hear you. No one can hear us here. Just let go.”

Cassian’s fingers played with my nipples, pinching and tugging harder, while his other hand guided the gun’s movement inside me, pushing, twisting, pulling—slowly, torturously. “Now you’re wet…” he murmured, voice low, cruelly amused. “I still have more questions… But we will play a game.” His tone came dark. “What kind of game master?” My trembling voice asked. “It is called Russian Roulette,” he said, and my heart dropped… I’ve heard about this deadly game before. The one where a revolver holds a single bullet, and players take turns pulling the trigger, hoping the chamber is empty. The one where someone always loses.

" Please don't shoot my men." " I know, I'm just kidding. Be careful out there." I tell him. " Sure, baby. I'll go first, follow my lead." Gray pecks my cheek and stomps off. I cock my guns and walk back to endless gun shots. The tables are already turned as people used them as shields. I hide behind a table and look at Gray. He's shooting back at the Russians like the monster he is. I aim both guns at the Russians who rushes inside the club as I pull the trigger. Boom! They fall down dead. Perfect head shot. I shut the good girl side of me as I shoot at every enemies that rushes in. This Russians are more than us and they ain't giving up cause they always rushed in.

Ayy New money, suit and tie I can read you like a magazine Ain't it funny, rumors fly And I know you heard about me So hey, let's be friends I'm dyin' to see how this one ends Grab your passport and my hand I can make the bad guys good for a weekend So it's gonna be forever Or it's gonna go down in flames You can tell me when it's over, mm If the high was worth the pain Got a long list of ex lovers They'll tell you I'm insane 'Cause you know I love the players And you love the game 'Cause we're young and we're reckless

“Or is it lying to men who could kill you with a word?” Her lips curved into a razor smile. “Russian roulette, but only when I’m the one holding the gun.” A beat of silence, thick and electric. When Dante’s laugh came low, genuine this time, though it was no less dangerous. He drained the last of his drink and set the glass down with deliberate care. “You’re entertaining,” he said finally, his tone shifting, loosening its grip just enough for her to breathe. “That’s rare in this city.”

I stared at him in confusion. “…Guns ‘N Roses? …off of Use Your Illusion?” Ryan saw I had no idea what he was talking about. “Well, it was a good allusion. Ha – ‘allusion’… ‘illusion’…” “You’re such a dork,” I teased him. “And you’re functionally rock ‘n roll illiterate,” he kidded me back. “I know all the important songs.” “Oh yeah?” “Yeah. Like yours,” I said in a playfully saccharine voice.

Everyone freezes, eyes train on the empty, open door. Caleb scuttles inside, I shift against the wall, and the man swallows. “What is that?” Yosef's voice quivers. Chain rattles from afar, screams ring, earth quaking. A gunshot blasts. “My fucking leg!” “Run!” “They’ve gone mad!” Footsteps close in, before a crashing sound, and a man prattling in Russian. Then it sounds: deep, terrifying growls. The room holds its breath. A soldier pulls out his Pistol. “Is that what I think it is?”

“Let it go.” I considered it for a moment, then pulled the trigger. Click. Nothing. The Russian froze. His breathing turned shaky, his chest rising and falling fast. For a second, he looked confused. Then it hit him that he was still alive. His eyes darted between me and the gun, his body stiff, waiting for what would happen next. A drop of sweat rolled down his face. No one moved. My men stayed still. The Bratva stayed still. Everyone was holding their breath, waiting to see if I’d pull the trigger again.

Even the men seem to brace themselves. Roman lifts the gun and points it directly at Paula’s forehead. Then he smiles. A calm, terrifying smile. “Let’s play a game, Paula,” he says softly. “I like games and I hope you do, too. And this one… this one happens to be my favorite.” My breath stops. “I hope you love Russian Roulette.”

I did not hesitate. I exhaled. I squeezed the trigger. Bang. The sound was deafening in the tiled room. The Russian’s head snapped back. A red mist sprayed the white cabinets. He crumbled. He fell backward. He pulled Chloe with him. They hit the floor in a tangle of limbs and lace. Silence returned. The only sound was the buzzing light and the drip, drip of Luca’s blood. I walked forward. I kicked the Russian’s gun away. I put a second bullet in his chest to be sure.