Page 20 of Malicious Desires

“We'll see about that,” Reece taunts, grabbing the cross necklace hanging around my neck. He pokes it, grabbing it in between his fingers.

“Why do you wear this ugly thing around your neck?”

“Let it go,” I demand, my voice quivering.

“Why? Afraid I'll strangle you with it?”

“No, it's special to me,” I tell him shakily.

“Oh, your mummy gave it to you?”

“No,” I reply, sniffing back tears. “It was my grandfather's. The only thing I have of his.”

“That's pathetic you're crying over a memory, Capullo.”

“Is not.”

Reece flips over the necklace, and glares at the engravings before using the necklace as a means of yanking my lips to his for a kiss.

“Do you go to his grave?”

“Sometimes. On the anniversary of his death by a Montserrat.”

“Oh, when's that?”

“Not telling you,” I respond, blushing.

“Must be soon then,” Reece taunts, again kissing me hard.

I groan, pushing at Reece's chest. “Stop kissing me.”

“Not a chance, Capullo. You love my kisses you dirty fucker.”

“I don't. Stop putting words in my mouth and thoughts in my head.”

Reece laughs. “How about I put something else in your pretty mouth?”

“No. I'm not doing that,” I tell him, shaking my head.

Reece laughs again, stripping out of his clothes. I can’t tear my eyes away, fixing them on him as he discards each item he’s wearing.

“You've already gotten me wet, Capullo. It's the least you could do for causing me to have to leave this place naked or in your damn boxers.”

He’s naked now, his wet clothes on the floor of the shower and his hard dick is jutting out between us. I’m just staring, not able to take my eyes off his long hard dick, the tip peeking out already pearling with precum.

“Like what you see, Capullo?” he taunts me with what could only be described as a wicked smirk.

“Nope. Your dick is a sight,” I quip, my breathing heavy as I’m lying. His dick is a sight but a beautiful one.

“Hmm, then why are you panting like a dog and glaring at it, eager to suck me off?”

“I'm not sucking your rank dick, Montserrat.”

Reece chuckles and grips my neck to kiss me hard. Against my lips, he rasps, “Yes you fucking are.” He breaks the kiss, staring me down. “Get on your fucking knees, Capullo.”

He pushes me down to my knees. I’m annoyed that I'm not stronger to fight him off, but frankly, I don’t want to. The tip of Reece's dick brushes my lips, causing a meek gasp to escape my lips.

“Suck it, Capullo,” Reece demands.

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