Page 105 of Tempest

Not enough to draw more blood, but to make it clear who is in charge.

I won’t let him.

Clamoring for the upper hand, my tongue wars with his, drawing it out, our saliva mixing, spilling like the nocturnal animals we’ve become. I take his tongue in my mouth, and I bite it, too, aiming for blood.

He grunts into my mouth, then tears away. Streaks of red and shimmers of our saliva frame his lips. “You’re a fool.”

Panting, I collect every ounce of bravery I have left in me. “I told you. I’m not afraid of you. I want you.” While I watch the determination waver on his face, I heave out, “I want to taste you again, Tempest. Let me… let me suck your dick. Please.”

My sudden, dirty request has the intended effect. His fury falters, dumbfoundedness taking its place. I’m not like most girls he chases, and I’m definitely not like his victims. Meaning, I’m not nearly as predictable.

I’m banking on that.

And I hold on to that certainty as one corner of his mouth quirks, and he comes to a decision. “All right, princess. You can have what you want. But you’ll be staying flat on the ground because I’m going to lick your cunt while you do it, and there will be no chance of your escape.”

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