Page 45 of Snitches and Serpents

The sight of her kneeling before me like that makes my head spin.

“Please,” she begs. “Don’t do this. I’m begging you.”

My cock hardens, and pleasure sweeps through my body like a searing wave.

Fuck, I love watching people grovel. But it’s even more satisfying when it’s her. It’s intoxicating beyond belief to watch her, a girl who has always held the world in her hand, get down on her knees and beg me, someone who has never had any real power over anything, for mercy. Her entire life belongs to me now. And she knows it.

“What do you want?” She keeps staring up at me with those desperate, pleading eyes. “Just tell me what you want and I’ll do it.”

“What makes you think I want anything?”

“Everyone wants something.” She blinks, as if struck by a sudden idea. “Money. Do you want money?”

Fury spikes through me like a bullet. Of course that would be her first thought. In her world, a little money solves all problems. But it’s too late for that now. Even if she gave me some money, it still wouldn’t be enough to settle my debt to the White Serpents. The amount I owe Bracken is way too high.

Bending down, I draw soft fingers up her throat. A shudder ripples through her body.

In a flash, I close my hand around her neck.

“Money?” I echo, my voice harsh. With a firm grip on her throat, I force her to keep her head craned back as I lock merciless eyes on her. “You can’t buy yourself out of this one, sweetheart.”

Then, just as abruptly, I release her and straighten.

She draws in a shuddering breath, her eyes wide as she stares up at me.

I scoff. “If I were you, I would simply do my best to please me from now on.”

She swallows. Silence descends on the room. Somewhere downstairs, clanking sounds echo. I just study Elle, wondering what she will do now.

Her gaze drops down to my bare chest, and then to my crotch for the briefest of moments before she looks up to meet my gaze again.

Raising her hands, she tentatively brushes her fingers over my naked skin along the top of my pants.

A lightning bolt shoots up my spine, and it takes all of my willpower to suppress a sharp breath. My head spins and I can’t for the life of me figure out what the hell is going on as she slips her fingers underneath the fabric of my sweatpants.

I flex my fingers, trying to center myself, as I press out, “What do you think you’re doing?”

Her eyes search my face, and whatever she sees there only seems to confirm something for her.

“Pleasing you,” she replies.

And before I can even open my mouth to respond to that, she wraps her hand around my cock and frees it from my pants. It hardens immediately in her hand.

She draws her hand up and down my shaft once. Then she leans forward and takes my cock into her mouth.

My brain malfunctions.

White lights flicker across my vision as she slides her lips over my pulsing cock and then swirls her tongue over my tip.

Pleasure like I have never felt before crackles up my spine like bolts of electricity. Fuck, I think I’m going to pass out. Are my lungs still working?

She slides her hand up and down the base of my cock while she works her lips and tongue.

Fire flickers through my veins, and my hand shoots out, gripping her hair. She seems to take that as encouragement and leans forward, taking me deeper into her throat.

Pleasure pulses through me.

Fucking hell, this was not at all what I meant when I told her to please me. I meant that I wanted her to grovel. To beg and plead and to place her life in my hands.

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