#lemss

Assuming this is gonna be with Mafia brian cause yes.

You’d known it was a bad idea to test him.

You’d known it would lead to something like this.

So, there you sat, or rather, kneeled.

Brian had one hand tangled in your hair, rocking his hips into your mouth as his other gripped the familiar black pistol that was pressed to your temple. A sadistic grin curled across his face.

He loved seeing you like this. At his mercy.

Tugging you away, he pulled you to stand, pressing the cool metal under your jaw and resting his finger dangerously on the trigger.

“You still want to flirt around me?” He breathed, bending to let his lips brush against yours.

“Will this always be my punishment?” You responded, voice hoarse from having him so deep down your throat. He glared, tightening his grip in your hair before jerking your head back to look up at him. His eyes almost glowed in his anger.