Page 45 of Darkest Deeds

Niko

“Fuck!”My grip on her bound wrists tightens as I hold them over her head. Nothing in the world matters right now except for the feel of her wet mouth around my cock. I may have brought her to her knees, but Ava willingly took me in her mouth, her eyes on me the whole time. I thought I wanted her full submission, but damn if the defiance in her words and the desire on her face doesn’t awaken a primal instinct in me.

My thoughts are interrupted by the gagging noises below me, and I open my eyes to see her struggling, a flash of panic in her eyes. My throbbing cock begs me to ignore it and make her choke on every inch, but I can’t do it.

Not to my Ava.

Slowing my thrusts, I pull out until the head barely brushes against her lips. “Breathe,” I command. She complies without arguing, taking in precious gulps of air. Keeping her arms pinned above her head, I tilt her chin so she’s forced to look at me. “I won’t lie to you, Ava; I’m going to hurt you, but, as fucked up as I am, I’ll never force myself on you. I’ll never be him. If you ask me to stop, I’ll stop. Do you understand?

All I get in return is a slight nod, but that’s all I need. Pressing my thumb into her chin, I give it a firm tap. “Now open.” She does as I ask, and I slide back into her mouth. “Suck, Ava. Show me what my thousand dollars would’ve gotten me.” I don’t bother looking down at her, but I don’t need to. I can feel her anger coming off her in waves, and I can’t wait to see what she does with it.

I’m not disappointed.

The expert way her tongue dances along my cock almost blinds me. I grunt, steadying my legs as she alternates between stroking, licking, and sucking until everything tightens and the pressure is too much to take.

“Enough!” Without another word, I thrust deep and hard, bucking my hips as I wind my hand around her wet hair. She’s gagging again, but I’ve lost all patience. “Relax your throat,” I growl. “Take all of me.”

As if my commands flip a switch in her head, Ava stops fighting against the invasion and welcomes it instead. Sliding down her throat without obstruction, I fucking lose every ounce of restraint and relentlessly drive into her mouth.

Fighting to take back what I lost.

Fighting to take back the only thing that’s ever broken me.

“Ava!” Her name is a tortured groan torn from my lips. Letting go of her hair, I slam my hand against the tile wall and release every coiled emotion down her throat. The more I come, the more she swallows, the moment seeming to last forever until my body jerks one last time, and I sag against her.

I hear her ragged breathing beneath me, yet I can’t move. I can’t open my eyes. If I do, I’ll have to look at her. I refuse to risk it. If I see anything other than regret in them, I don’t know what will happen.

This was supposed to be punishment for what she’s done. A show of dominance. She held fear in her eyes. She cried. She knelt before me. She shook in my presence.

I won.

So why does it feel like I just got played?

* * *

I’m readinga text from Mik when I see Ava standing in the doorway of my bedroom, her shoulders rounded and her ankles crossed. “Can I help you?”

“Didn’t you forget something?”

I take in her freshy washed and still dripping hair. “Not that I can see.”

“Clothes, Niko. You cut mine to pieces, remember?”

My gaze travels up and down her body. “I did,” I note, returning my attention to my phone.

“Aren’t you going to give me more?”

“Nope.”

“You seriously expect me to spend the rest of my life naked?”

I nod. “What’s left of it, yes.”

“What if someone sees me?”

“People see you every day, pchelka. What would it really matter?” It’s true, a fact that pisses me off the more time we’re alone. Still, I can’t let her feel comfortable and settled.

“Fine, but can you at least remove these?” Glaring at me, she holds up her still zip tied wrists.

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