Enforcer’s Obsession

Chapter 7

SEVEN

Hope

“Punished?” I gulped.

He nodded slowly, the motion sending one lock of hair flopping on his forehead.

It made him look more human, which made him that much more terrifying.

“I…”

“Shut up, Hope,” he said, his voice stern.

He pressed the butt of the gun against my collarbone and I shivered.

But my shiver wasn’t because of the gun.

It wasn’t fear either.

My heart was racing, and I reminded myself it was adrenaline.

It’s just adrenaline.

Only adrenaline.

I kept thinking that even as my nipples puckered, then I sealed my lips into a thin line as he stroked the gun down the curve of my breast, using the butt to circle my hard nipple, one that was clearly visible through the thin T-shirt.

He did the same with the other. Then worked his way down, over my stomach, even farther to settle the butt of the gun between my legs.

I shuddered again and still not out of fear.

No, it was him , the way he touched my most intimate flesh that had me on edge.

“Definitely punished,” he said.

He was tall enough that he could put the gun on the dresser without moving, and I sighed in its absence.

Then bit my lip to hold back a moan when he put his hand where the gun had been. I forced myself to stay still, tried to pretend I wasn’t wet, but I could smell my arousal.

Knew that he could too.

“That wasn’t very smart, Trouble,” he whispered.

Before I could speak, he moved swiftly, bringing his fingers flat against my pussy, sending shockwaves through me—pain and pleasure, twining so intensely that I couldn’t hold back my moan this time.

“So, as I was saying,” he said, punctuating each word with a slap against my pussy that sent tremors through my body. “You have to be punished.”

I wasn’t sure whether to move away or get closer.

But when he latched an arm around my waist and held me still, I couldn’t do either.

With seemingly no effort he had me frozen as he punished my pussy, slapping at my fat mound, occasionally grazing my protruding clit.

His blows rained down over and over and over until I was breathless.

And then he stilled, brushing his finger along my slit and lay one more hard slap against my clit.

It sent me spiraling apart, the orgasm that ripped through me stealing my breath away.

I’d never, ever felt anything like it.

And only too late did I realize he was watching me.

When his eyes met mine, I was more embarrassed than I’d ever been in my life.

“That doesn’t seem like very much of a punishment at all,” he said, that stupid smile on his face.

“I—”

He cut me off. “Admit it. You enjoyed that far too much for it to be a punishment. Maybe choking on my cock would teach you.”

He looked at me, the moment tense.

“Or have you learned your lesson?” he said.

“What lesson?”

“Clearly not,” he said with a little tsk as he reached between my thighs again.

He didn’t smack my mound this time, but the tender way he touched me, his fingers gentle, teasing another mind-bending climax out of the left me embarrassed, excited.

Remorseful.

I’d known that gun was a trap and I had fallen right into it.

He held me as the earthquake subsided, and I met his eyes.

“No more shooting, belissima,” he said.

I looked away, flushed, then met his eyes again when he slapped my hip, his expression firm. “Now get in bed,” he said.

I brushed past him, unable to miss the hardness that prodded my stomach for an all too brief moment.

Wasn’t sure if I was more disappointed that he made no move to touch me or more terrified that he would but decided that now wasn’t the time to try to sort that out.

Instead I scurried across the room and got into the bed.

He was on me in an instant, his knees bracketing my hips.

“What…?” I almost screamed.

He chuckled, and I bucked against him, feeling a crushing defeat when he didn’t move not even a millimeter.

He stared down at me again, his eyes burning into mine.

“You’ve proven you can’t be trusted. Do you know what I should do to you?” he asked.

His eyes didn’t waver as he stared down at me, and I knew he wouldn’t look away until I answered.

“K-kill me,” I finally whispered.

He didn’t answer immediately, just kept his eyes on mine for so long I let out a long, low breath.

“So you’re finally getting it,” he said.

I forced myself to meet his eyes. “Y-yes.”

He nodded, his entire mood seeming to shift. “Good. Now how about a proper introduction. My name is Nico.”

I furrowed my brow and he nodded his head encouragingly.

“I’m Hope,” I responded, too confused to do anything else.

“Hi, Hope. Are you hungry?”