He yanks my head closer until it’s inches from my face. Musk and the scent of leather and spices waft to my nose. Of course, he smells as tempting as he looks.
“You think you can handle this?” he asks darkly.
I swallow, desperate to lubricate the dryness in my throat. The false bravado is steadily slipping away, and now the fear is coming back full force.
“Yep,” I say, my voice wobbly. “But I will bite it off if you try it.”
I’m too busy staring at his cock to notice the smirk glide on his face. The tip caresses my jaw, the soft skin sliding against me, sending shivers down my spine.
I stare at him in disgust, but my face is a mask of lies. And the fucker knows it.
He starts to pump his cock, gripping it tightly, the veins bulging beneath his grip. Even swallowed in his large hand, it looks intimidating.
“What are you doing?” I snap. He slaps the head of his dick on my cheek in response, silencing me with a sharp gasp.
The asshole.
He continues to pump his cock, and when I realize that he’s jacking off on my face, I start to struggle.
His hand tightens painfully, needle-like pricks of pain blooming along my scalp.
“Let me go,” I hiss, pushing both of my hands against his thick thighs.
He lets go of his dick and darts his hand up to my face, squishing my cheeks painfully together. My teeth bite into the sensitive flesh, but he doesn’t let up. Tears line the edges of my lids, threatening to spill over as he leans down and bares his teeth in a vicious snarl.
That fear holds me completely immobile. Finally, I feel the terror penetrate my thick skull. Because this man could easily kill me. My bravery is sucked out of me like a vacuum, and I melt into a puddle of fear and hatred.
“You want to act brave, then I’m going to show you exactly what happens to smart mouths. You’re going to swallow my cum like the fucking bad girl you are, and I don’t give a fuck if you don’t like it.”
He roughly lets my face go, and the hand still tangled in my hair yanks me back to its previous position. I glare up at him through blurred eyes, but if anything, the sight only spurs him on.
He pumps his cock in quick, rough tugs. It doesn’t take long before he’s growling again, the veins in his neck tightening.
“What’s my name?” he growls.
“Kitt-” he briefly lets go of his dick to deliver a sharp slap to my cheek. It stings, but it wasn’t enough to actually hurt me.
I snarl. “Zade.”
He sucks in a sharp breath. “Open your mouth, little mouse. Now.”
When I refuse, he slaps his dick across my face again, this time harder. I’m getting tired of him slapping me. Rage burns hotter, and I’m tempted to reach over and bite the tip of his dick until it’s severed completely.
“You really want to test me right now?” he challenges, cocking that damn brow and breathing heavily. Desire shines in his yin-yang pools, and although he’s punishing me, he’s staring down at me like I’m a priceless jewel.
With reluctance, I open my mouth, hatred spewing from my eyes. He flashes a sinister smile before he says, “Now thank me.”
I go rigid, fury spiking hot. He wants me to do what?
“Fucking thank me for letting you swallow all my cum, Adeline.”
A dark edge creeps into his tone, and I just can’t let go of the fear, even as I work up the nerve to deny him. Images of him holding a gun to my face and pinning my tied-up body to the bed as he took what he wanted flash through my mind, fortifying the terror in my bones.
“Thank you,” I choke out angrily. As soon as I say the words, ropes of cum are spurting from his dick and right into my mouth.
A deep, rumbling growl releases from his throat, traveling straight to my core. I clench my thighs as my tastebuds are invaded with the flavor of his saltiness. Desperately, I want to spit it out right in his face.
“Fuck, that’s a good girl,” he breathes.
In response, a tear slips from my eye. I shiver from the words, just as my hatred for him burns brighter.
When the last bit of cum drops from his tip and onto my lips, he grabs my face again, pinching my cheeks together and preventing me from spitting it all back on him like I planned to.
“Swallow,” he demands, his voice dark and full of warning.
I do because I have no other choice. His seed slides down my throat, alongside a mouthful of hateful words I want to spit at him.
I refrain for now. The situation has cleared the alcohol-induced fog, and at the moment, I feel stone-cold sober.
He tucks himself back into his jeans and stares at me as if he can’t tell if he wants to eat me or hurt me.
“Your pussy is wet for me, isn’t it?”
“Fuck you,” I snap back, my tone uneven and filled with unshed tears. So much for refraining.
“Let me see, little mouse.”
My brow plunges, and I stare at him in confusion.
“Stick your hand in your underwear, dip one of those fingers into your pussy, and show it to me.”
I open my mouth to tell him to fuck off, but he squeezes my cheeks again. Another tear slips free.
“Did you not just learn your lesson about having a smart mouth?”
My fists curl, bleaching my knuckles white from the force.
And to think this man believes I’ll fall in love with him? I want to laugh in his fucking face. No, I want to add my own scars to his face. Cut it up until he’s nothing but ugliness, just like he is on the inside.
Again, I do as he says. I slide my thong to the side, plunge my middle finger in deep, and present him with the only fuck you I can give, my arousal glistening on the digit.
He smirks at my dig, not the least bit bothered. Embarrassment clouds my vision, but I don’t let him see it. He’s getting nothing but poison from me.
He grabs my hand and brings my finger to his mouth. I resist his hold, but I’m powerless against him. His warm, wet mouth wraps around my finger and sucks off my juices in one swirl of his tongue. I hiss through my teeth, those electric waves shooting from where he licks me and throughout my body. His eyes roll backwards, acting as if he’s sucking on the best lollipop he’s ever had.
I can’t control how my stomach tightens, and thighs clench in response. I’m drenched and embarrassed.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.