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FALLON A sob nearly escapes me in relief as my inner walls clamp around the barrel that is slick with my desire, and I cry out as my entire body tenses. I see white. Wave after wave washes through me, and my back arches off the table. Tears prick the corners of my eyes and spill over, rolling down my face as Leone lets me ride out my climax, his tongue slowing, and I collapse against the table, trying to catch my breath. He withdraws the gun slowly, and I glare at him as the chill in the air laces my skin with goosebumps. Milo sighs audibly, yet Leone smirks before tracing his tongue along the barrel. As Leone steps closer, I finally sit up only to flinch when his hand moves toward me, his fingers dance across my skin, tracing patterns that ignite sparks of desire despite the terror that curls within me. His touch is seductive, dangerous, and I cannot look away from the glint in his eyes as they linger on mine. He leans down, his cool breath whispering against my ear, “Mm, you taste so