Page 29 of The Prey

“She's nervous, asshole. I've never made her do this in front of an audience, so sit down and shut up before I make you suck my cock.” Seb growls. Yanov stares at him balefully before sitting. Beside him, Sidorov hides a smile. “Now if you’re done interrupting, my Little Prey will continue. “

He stares down at me, hypnotizing me with that intent green gaze, and I find myself nodding.

I’m ready.

13

Elyse

Iblow out a breath and reach for his length. I’ve barely grazed the fabric of his pants when his hand comes out of nowhere, his fingers circling my wrist and halting any further movement. I whimper from the pain that radiates up my arm and try to pull back, but his grip only tightens.

I glance up at him, needing to understand what I’ve done wrong. He merely shakes his head when I open my mouth to speak. “No hands, Little Prey. We’re doing this my way and my way only. Do you understand?”

All I can do is nod.

“Good girl. I’m going to free my cock and then feed it into your mouth. You’ll take every single inch, won’t you?”

I nod again, but this time, that’s not enough.

“Tell me, tell them,” he urges.

“Yes,” I whisper.

His hold on me relaxes a smidge, and with a knowing smirk, he uses his free hand to pull out his cock. It’s thick and long, and I have to wonder how the hell he does anything with it. It stands straight up, then bounces back to rest against his stomach.

Oh God. I can’t do this. He’s going to choke me to death with it. I’m panicking, and I know it, but I also know I have no other option. I have to do this.

Taking his cock into his hand, he gives it one rough stroke as he says, “I’m going to fuck your throat, Little Prey. I won’t be gentle, and I won’t stop until I’ve painted the back of your throat with my release, do you understand?”

It’s not a question or demand. It’s a promise, and I can’t seem to shut down the small excitement and arousal I get from his words. I risk looking into his eyes once more, and what I see there makes it difficult for me to breathe. Dark, deep-rooted desire reflects back at me.

“Yes.” I nod.

He smiles. “You want me to come in your throat, don’t you? To treat you like my personal slut. Fill you with my cum, and use your body for my pleasure.”

It’s wrong. So fucking wrong, but his words, they spur me on. They give me the encouragement I need to play my part.

“Yes, please.” I bat my eyes at him.

I want, no, I need to prove myself to him, to please him. Braced on my knees with my thighs pressed into the couch, I lean forward, tentatively licking the thick, swollen head. He tastes like salt and smells both musky and clean. Not bad at all. I take the tip of him between my lips, and his thighs clench tight around my torso in response.

I suck the head of his cock back into my mouth and take as much of him inside as I can. Of course, he’s thick and long, so I don’t get very far, or at least, it feels like I don’t. My eyes water as I gag around his length, but I try to ignore that fact and hollow my cheeks out, sucking harder while gliding my tongue over the head before pulling back.

His thighs tremble against me, and I freeze. Does that mean he likes it? The thought makes my core clench and burn hot. How did I manage to make a man as callous and powerful as him tremble? Yes, I might be the one on her knees, but I’ve never felt more powerful in my entire life. Something about this moment is so exhilarating.

I want more. Need more.

The thought of pulling such a reaction out of him consumes me. And I repeat it all over again, this time sucking on him a little harder. This elicits a deep mewl from low in his throat, a sound that vibrates through my entire being.

“Look at me, Prey.” It’s an order, and I follow it eagerly.

With my eyes locked on his, he releases my wrist slowly. Then he leans down and retrieves the knife he'd pulled out earlier. Shit, I didn't even notice that he put it away. It rests in his hand along the outside of his leg. Panic flutters through me briefly as I wonder whether he plans to carve me as Yanov did.

He merely tucks his thumb against the blade, though, initiating a shallow cut.

“Keep your eyes on me. Only I get to see how pretty you look while choking on my cock,” he growls.

I blink and look back at him, keeping my gaze locked with his as I drag my mouth up and down his length, taking as much of him as I can. When he flexes his hips up, forcing the head of his cock to the back of my throat, I start to struggle. I try to meet each thrust of his hips, but even I know I can’t take all of him.

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