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I nod and lean forward, opening my mouth for his thick cock. Gaston hisses as I take him in, my tongue swirling around the head. He grips the back of my head, holding me in place while I start to bob up and down his length.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he groans, rolling his hips. “You’re such a good little cocksucker, aren’t you?”

I moan around him, the vibrations making him shudder. Hollowing my cheeks, I suck him hard and take him deeper into my throat. My eyes water but I refuse to gag.

Gaston grabs the back of my neck and takes control, thrusting into my throat so hard I have no choice but to gag. Tears prickle my eyes while he takes what he wants from me.

He groans, his hips snapping forward. “Fuck, you feel so good, baby girl. Taking my cock in that throat like a good little slut.”

His grip tightens, and I can tell he’s close. He doesn’t slow. “I want you to swallow every damn drop, understood?” His gray eyes gleam with an intensity that makes me shudder.

I can’t speak, but I give him a small nod.

Gaston lets out a guttural groan when his climax hits him, and he spills down my throat, his grip on the back of my neck tightening. I swallow every drop, just as he demanded.

When he’s finally spent, he pulls my mouth off his softening cock, a satisfied smirk on his face. “Good girl. I think you’re finally learning your place, aren’t you?”

I lick my swollen lips, my eyes downcast. Speaking right now isn’t a good idea. I’ll either spit venom at him or beg him for more. Neither option seems wise at the moment.

Gaston tsks at my lack of response, gripping my chin and forcing me to meet his intense gaze. “I asked you a question, Blake. I expect an answer.”

“Yes,” I finally whisper.

His lips curve into a satisfied smile. “Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.” Gaston presses a kiss to my forehead before releasing me from his grip. “Go get yourself cleaned up.”

My body revolts at the idea. This can’t be over? Surely he’s going to fuck me now. And then I realize that’s his ultimate punishment. He’s going to deny me what deep down under all the shame and disgust I really want. This man taking me and showing me who truly owns me in the most primal way.

I take a deep, shaky breath and force myself to stand on wobbly legs. Gaston watches me intently, his gaze burning into me while I make my way to the bathroom.

Once inside, I turn on the faucet and splash cold water on my face, trying to clear the fog in my mind. My body is still humming with need, desperate for Gaston’s touch. But I know better than to beg. He’ll only deny me further.

I quickly clean myself up, wincing at how sensitive I still am. Gaston really worked me over.

Why do I want him so badly?

It’s so fucked up.

While I gaze at myself in the mirror, determination wells up within to fight this. To fight the dark part of me that longs for Gaston. Despite the determination, a small voice in the back of my head tells me it’s only a matter of time until I’m on my knees before him again, begging for his exquisite torture.

13

GASTON

The Mexico City skyline outside my windows draws my attention while I sit on the sofa in the living room, waiting for my angel to wake.

All I can think about since last night is how fucking far she pushed me. Further than any woman ever has. God damn. I was so close to fucking her, but that would make her think she’s in control. Something I can’t allow to happen.

I need to be careful with Blake. She’s like a wild mare that needs to be broken in slowly. My cock has been hard since the moment I woke beside her. And the memory of her moans and pleas while I edged her over and over only make me harder. I release a low groan and adjust myself.

Blake will be the death of me.

Tonight I’ve got an event to attend and Pablo will be there. I don’t show up to events without a date, and there’s this part of me that wants Blake by my side. However, I don’t know that she’s ready. Her stubbornness knows no bounds.And I can’t have her cause a scene or worse, try to escape.

Originally, I’d set a date with Jasmine, who’s always eager to be seen on my arm at events like this. A socialite who drives me nuts, but she looks pretty enough. Luciana asked if I had a date only last night and going with her would send Estrada a message not to mess with me. Her family own half the city.

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