Free Web NovelChapter 77: Target Practice
[Music: Angel Like You By Austin Giorgio]
"Weakness?"
"Can’t blame a girl if she’s ovulating. You were just the next fuckable thing in close distance!"
I leaned close, and I felt her stop breathing for a moment. "Are you ovulating now?"
"That’s none of your business!" She yanked her body off me, flushed, her freckles coming out more.
"Let’s start practice." I picked up the gun.
"I’m not doing anything with you."
I pinned her down with a look, locking the magazine in place. "Say that again."
Anastasia gulped, going still. But I could still feel the opposing attitude rolling off her.
"Tell me, little kitten," I said, amused. "Have you ever held a gun before?"
"I know how to shoot a gun."
"That wasn’t the question."
She chewed the inside of her mouth and lowered her eyes to the gun I held up to her.
"Go on, take it."
She didn’t think twice before taking the gun, and held it with two hands. At first, I thought it was too heavy for her, but she held it firmly and didn’t let the weight bring her down.
"Very good."
Her eyes veered to me, and for a minute there, I could smell her bloodlust, already picturing her pointing the gun at me. Hence, I stood right where I was... waiting, but it never came.
So I moved, circling her until I positioned myself behind her. I grabbed the earmuff and covered her ears, then I raised her arms to point at the target.
"Relax your shoulders..." I said, brushing her hair over her shoulder.
So soft and silky. The smell of her shampoo made me close my eyes in a momentary ecstasy, my cock already hard as rock.
Anastasia eased up, maybe unintentionally, like her body couldn’t help it. It brought a smile to my lips.
Her back pinned on mine by instinct, and I love the quiver that followed.
I watched the goosebumps rise on her neck as I spoke closely. "Eyes on the target. Don’t let anything distract you."
"You’re distracting me."
"Shhh..." I coaxed, studying as she swallowed thickly.
"You’re only distracted if you want to. Since you were ovulating that day, this is nothing. Right?"
"R-Right."
Liar.
"Then relax, little kitten. You’re treating this like a battle."
"I’m not!"
"Yes, you are," I teased, pushing closer, and her body tightened.
I clicked my tongue in disapproval. "What did I tell you?"
"You’re..." She tried to roll her shoulder, but she couldn’t manage that. "Difficult."
"Focus."
Her tensed shoulders de-stressed, and I loved how her body heat blended with mine, our bodies sinking into each other like there wasn’t any other place for us.
"Good girl."
She drew in a sharp intake of breath, moving her neck, side eyeing me. Her lips were apart slightly as if warring between taking air and not.
"What did I say, little kitten?"
She turned away from me, slowly, as if she needed all her strength to do so.
"Now... Picture the target as me."
She pulled the trigger without hesitation.
"Ouch!" I teased. "Right at the groin."
Anastasia stiffened when I pushed my body into hers, my cock poking the crack of her ass.
"Unfortunately, I’m still in excellent condition."
She side-eyed me. "That’s too bad."
Another shot, but the target was missed.
"That was..."
She shot me a glare, and my grin got wider.
"... appropriately aimed."
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"Would you prefer I said pathetic?"
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I let out a light laugh. "Impress me this time, and I might reward you."
Inhaling sharply, she fired again but came up with the same result.
"I don’t want your rewards."
"You don’t even know what it is."
"I want nothing from you."
She shot two more times, and I noticed her arms were shaking.
"What’s the matter, kitten? Is picturing me as a target not enough for you?"
Bam!
Still missed.
"How about we try a different approach?"
"I’m gonna get it!" She yelled, tightening her grip on the gun.
"Bratty kitten..." I muttered under my breath as my hands slipped beneath her chemise.
"What are you—!"
"Focus."
My dark tone made her flinch, and I seized that opportunity to move my hand further up to her tits, a low chuckle leaving my lips. "No bra."
"D-Don’t touch me."
"Shoot."
She did, and the bullet grazed the target’s shoulder. That’s the most accurate shot she has gotten in a long while.
I cupped her tits, using my thumb to stroke the hardened nipples.
"They are already so hard for me."
"I-It’s the cold air!"
"Really?"
"Z-Zade, stop!"
"I love it when you say my name with that little quiver in your voice."
"I-I said—!"
I pinched her nipples, and that jump-started her to pull the trigger.
Bam!
"That was an awful shot."
She ripped herself off my body, twirled in speed, and pointed the gun at me.
"I said... stop."
"Are you gonna shoot me, kitten?"
Her jaw tightened. "Do you think I can’t do it?"
I took a step closer.
"Don’t—!"
I snatched the gun from her at lightning speed and tossed it somewhere. Her eyes were wide as she set them back on me, her chest rising and falling heavily.
"You..." Her words failed her, her body shaking from rage.
She pushed me against the chest, and when she saw that didn’t do anything, she came at me again.
This time, I caught her wrists, holding her in place, her breath hoarse as she glared daggers at me, but then, as if she couldn’t restrain herself anymore, her eyes descended to my lips.
I leaned close. "One minute you look at me like you wanna kill me, and the next like you’re thinking about kissing me."
Her breath hitched faster.
"Which is it gonna be then?"
"S-S-Screw you!" She let out in a quivering breath.
I kissed her with a reckless fury, pouring every ounce of frustration into it.
Her palms slammed against my chest, and when I didn’t let up, she summoned her entire strength and pushed me off, slapping me across the cheek.
I dragged my tongue across my lower lip, my gaze darkening as it locked on hers. We didn’t speak or utter a single word, but it was the loudest silence because the air sharpened with a heat that burned through my flesh.
Her breath quickened until it caught in her throat. Then she threw herself at me, our mouths colliding.
