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Christian’s hand slips down beneath the band of my jeans, fingers teasing the head of my cock.

“Evil,” I insist. “Don’t fucking stop.”

He huffs a laugh against me, swirling his tongue, and I damn near shoot off the bed. Christian’s mouth slips to the other side of my chest as his fingers leave my cock, landing on my pec instead. His thumb rolls over my nipple, wet now from his spit, and the way he circles it, rubbing firmly in the same pattern as his tongue, has me wondering if I really could come like this.

“Vixen.”

He hums, popping off the bud, only to tug down my pants and suck my cock into his mouth. I curse, and he pops off again, returning to my chest. He sucks my left nipple into his mouth and then my right. And then, eyes on me, sinks back down to my dick.

“Oh my God, oh my God,” I mumble, squirming, hips shifting, hands trying to find a better hold as Christian repeats the circuit twice. When I realize I can grab him, I do just that, my fingers tangling in his hair as I roll him onto his back. His eyes widen, a grin on his face that I swiftly kiss away.

He groans, but I pull back, breath puffing out of me.

“Fuck my goddamn fucking mouth,” I tell him firmly.

His eyes spark with something fierce, lips looking bright against his pale skin. “If that’s what you want,” he says slowly, “then get on your knees, Fe. Before I make you.”

I scramble backwards, and Christian pushes himself up, his hair a riotous mess and his eyes wild. He looks like a predator, and I don’t know what it says about me that I trust him implicitly even with that gleam in his eye, but I do. I trust him, and I don’t move a muscle as he rises fluidly to his feet atop the bed and slides his fingers through my hair.

My pants are hanging around my thighs, but I don’t bother shifting them. I probably look like a needy mess, exactly how I feel. The thought of people seeing me like this has my cock throbbing without touch.

Christian doesn’t remove his black miniskirt. He simply tightens his grip in my hair. “Take me out.”

My hands fly under the hem of his skirt, fingers mapping the front of his barely-there thong before I grip the material and tug. The tiny scrap pools around his feet.

“Get me wet, Fe.”

Bunching up the front of his skirt, I don’t hesitate. I take him into my mouth, sucking hard, moaning at the taste and feel of him. Christian’s eyes slip shut as I bob my head, soaking him with spit and popping off to lick his crown.

“Still, now,” he says hoarsely, that dark gaze back on me, the wild glint still there, yes, but also a tenderness that has me opening my mouth wide without hesitation.

Christian readjusts his grip to my jaw and the back of my head and starts to thrust. He fucks my mouth shallowly, “Fe, Fe, Fe,” falling from his lips with each glide of his dick along my tongue. It doesn’t take long before he’s going deeper, his cockhead easing into my throat. When he pulls all the way out, I know what to expect. I inhale deeply through my nose, and as soon as I’m done, Christian’s dick is back in my mouth. He slides as far as he can go, and this time, he stays put.

I nearly come right then and there.

“Do you have any idea,” Christian pants, hips flexing in tiny increments, “how incredibly sexy you look right now, Fe? The way you’re wrapped around me tight, taking my cock down your throat as if you’re starved for it.”

He pumps his hips a little harder, grip tight. My pulse is hammering, head fuzzy, but it’s not from lack of oxygen. I hold still, eager to take everything he’ll give me.

Christian’s neck arches back as he slides his cock in and out of my mouth an inch at most, denying me breath like I all but dared him to do. He looks regal. All long, irresistible lines. The masculinity of him. The femininity.

“You’re remarkable, Fe,” he breathes, when I’m sure that’s him. “Look at the screen. Look at what they’re saying about you.”

My eyes flit to the tablet that’s sitting just behind Christian. The text is large enough I can read it, and the comments make my dick throb. I don’t dare touch myself, not wanting this to end.

“Mm,” Christian hums, his cock still burrowing into my throat, his pace careful and measured. I have maybe thirty seconds left. “You’re perfect, and I don’t care how many of them are watching. I don’t care whether or not they wish you were theirs. Because right now? Right fucking now, it’s my cock in your throat. Right now, Fe, you’re mine.”

My hands squeeze Christian’s hips, and he pulls out immediately. I suck in a harsh breath, feeding my lungs and trying to steady the quick beat of my heart.

I meet Christian’s gaze, unflinching. “Then show me.”

Chapter 12

Christian

Alarms blare in my head as I register the words I let slip. The ones that felt oh so real.

You’re mine.

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