Page 68 of The Reaper

“Please,” I whimpered.

He stopped, pinning me with a hard glare. “Who do you belong to, Fallon?”

I answered without hesitation. “You.”

His answering smile was fierce. “Who made you feel good just now, legs forced open, wrists bound?”

A tremor ran through me. “You.”

He stepped toward me. “Who else gets to fuck your perfect pussy?”

“Nobody. Just you.”

His eyes were so dark, lust and something else lurking in their depths. “That’s right. Only me. And when I finally take your cunt, I’ll ruin you for every other man who comes after me.”

Hope flared like an ember in my chest. He’d saidwhenhe finally took me.

I shook my head. “I don’t want any other man.”

“My style of fucking might scare you off.”

“It won’t.”

His eyes zeroed in on my mouth, and I licked my lips to see what would happen. An inferno broke out in his gaze, a blast so strong that I swore I felt the heat of it from where I stood. Raising his hand, he looked as if he wanted to run his fingers over my mouth like he had before but stopped himself.

“It might make you hate me.”

My whole body trembled. I was so desperate for his touch that I almost reached for him myself. I stopped myself at the last minute though. I had to play by his rules. If I wanted him to give me more, I had to do as he said.

As if he saw that whole decision-making process flash across my face, he stepped away, and into the shower stall. “Come.”

On wobbling legs, I followed him in, stepping inside and closing the door behind me. Orin was standing in front of the spray, his eyes still burning.

“On your knees.”

I dropped. God help me, I dropped to my knees at the harsh command, and my body rejoiced. Heat flooded my skin, and moisture started to pool between my legs. My eyeline was level with his bobbing cock, which he fisted in a tight grip.

“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”

I complied, practically salivating over what was to come. Closing the small distance between us, he slapped his cock against my tongue, then rimmed my lips with the engorged crown. When I tried to close my mouth around it, he withdrew.

“My rules, Fallon.” His tone was dark.

“Yes, sir,” I replied, opening my mouth so wide that my jaw cracked.

He slid his cock into my mouth before withdrawing it. Once more, then he gave the command.

“Now, suck.”

Sealing my lips around his shaft, I sucked him in, swirling my tongue over the thick veins that ran along the underside.

“Eyes on me.”

I lifted my gaze to his face, finding his eyes were flaming with desire. Humming, I started bobbing up and down on his thick cock in earnest, taking him as deep as I dared.

“Further,” he grunted, thrusting into my throat as I swallowed him down. He breached that part of my throat where comfort stopped and reflexes kicked in, holding me there until the muscles in my throat relaxed and accepted his invasion.

“Do you trust me?” he asked.

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