Owned By Massimo

Chapter 7-Shoot Me

MASSIMO’S POV

“How the f**k are you getting turned on with a gun pointed at you?” I growled, my voice low and rough, barely holding back the storm raging inside me.

She stared straight into my eyes, no fear, no shaking…just pure heat. Her lips parted, and in that breathless, cocky little voice she said, “That’s because I know you won’t shoot me.”

The words hit me like a slap. This girl…this reckless, wild thing I’d dragged home—actually believed she was safe with my gun pressed to her body. My finger stayed near the trigger, steady as always, but something in my chest twisted hard.

“Don’t be so sure,” I whispered, leaning in closer. The barrel of the gun slid up from her hard n****e to rest right under her chin, tilting her head back against the wall. Her skin was warm, flushed, and I could smell her…sweet, feminine, mixed with the sharp edge of arousal.

Her breathing picked up, chest rising and falling fast, pushing her breasts against my arm. She didn’t flinch. Instead, her eyes sparkled with challenge.

“Then shoot me,” she said softly, daring me like I was some regular man and not the Don who ended lives without blinking.

This woman was challenging me. Me. The same man who had killed without a second thought more times than I could count. Blood on my hands didn’t bother me. Pulling the trigger was as easy as breathing. But here I was, frozen, staring at her parted lips and those bold eyes that screamed she wanted me to break her.

“You really don’t know what I’m capable of,” I whispered in a deadly voice, pressing the cold metal harder against her soft skin. My c**k was already straining against my pants, throbbing from the twisted power play. No woman had ever pushed me like this. No one had ever looked at death in my hand and moaned for more.

But she just smirked. That wicked, knowing curve of her lips made my blood boil hotter.

Before I could react, she raised her small hand and wrapped it around mine—the one holding the gun. Slowly, she guided the barrel and brought it to her mouth. Her full lips parted, and she took the tip of the gun between them, sucking it deep like it was my c**k.

Fuck.

The wet heat of her mouth around the metal sent a lightning bolt straight to my groin. My c**k tightened painfully, rock hard in seconds, pressing against my zipper like it wanted out. She looked up at me through her lashes, eyes glassy with lust, and hollowed her cheeks, sucking harder. The sight was filthy, dangerous, and the hottest thing I’d seen in years.

She pulled back just enough to swirl her tongue around the barrel, licking it slow and teasing, the way she’d probably work the head of my d**k—long, wet strokes that made my jaw clench so tight it hurt. A low groan almost escaped me. I could imagine it too clearly: her on her knees for real, mouth full of me, choking and begging for more.

This woman had completely lost her mind. She was crazy. Suicidal. And it was turning me on more than anything had in a long damn time.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I yanked the gun out of her mouth with a wet pop. A thin string of her saliva connected her lips to the barrel for a second before breaking. She smirked wider, licking her lips like she’d just tasted victory.

“See? You didn’t shoot me,” she whispered, voice husky and satisfied.

My heart pounded like a war drum. Rage and raw desire mixed together in a dangerous cocktail. I stepped back fast, putting space between us before I did something stupid—like bend her over and f**k her raw against that wall.

“Leave,” I commanded, my tone ice cold even though my body burned.

She didn’t argue. Just gave me one last seductive look, eyes dropping deliberately to the obvious bulge in my pants. Then she brought out her tongue and slowly licked her lips again, like a promise.

“I’ll be in my room if you need me,” she said, voice dripping with heat. She turned and walked out, hips swaying with every step, that tight little ass begging to be grabbed. The door clicked shut behind her, leaving the room feeling too empty and way too hot.

“Fuck.” I cursed under my breath.

For the first time in a long time, a woman had gotten under my skin. She made me rage hard—c**k aching, mind spinning, control slipping. I wanted to hate it. I wanted to throw her out. But another part of me wanted to chase her down and show her exactly who she was playing with.

I holstered the gun, the metal still warm from her mouth, and pulled out my phone. My fingers hit the call button before I could think twice.

“Meet me in my room. Now,” I told Markus, then ended the call.

It didn’t take long. Within minutes the door opened and Markus walked in, still looking a little rattled from earlier. He closed the door behind him and let out a low whistle.

“Damn, that woman is crazy,” he said, shaking his head. “First she walks into the forbidden room like it’s nothing, then she almost breaks Bianca’s head open. What’s her game, Don?”

That question had been burning in my mind too. Nothing in my world happened by accident. Girls like her didn’t just appear at my club. She was definitely up to something.

“Have you gotten the information I asked for?” I asked him, voice sharp as I poured myself whiskey. The glass felt cool in my hand, but it did nothing to kill the fire she’d lit inside me.

“We’re still looking into it,” Markus replied. “But we’ll get it done before the day runs out, Don. I promise.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. How hard could it be to dig up dirt on one reckless girl? My men were the best.

There was a heavy silence for a moment. Markus shifted on his feet, then spoke again, his tone careful.

“Don, it’s a little suspicious…How did she know you’d be at the club last night? It couldn’t have been just a coincidence.”

I turned to face him fully, my expression cold as steel. The words hung in the air like a loaded gun.

“Whatever it is she’s up to, we’ll find out.”